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Harry got up and looked at the diary. He didn't want to give it back, he wanted to give it back, he wanted to read on. Deciding what he was going to do, Harry got out of bed, dressed and went down to meet everyone in the common room.
When he got there he saw Hermione by the chair she had been sitting in the night before, searching for something with a look of panic on her face. A great surge of guilt ran through Harry. He knew what she was looking for.
"What are you looking for Hermione?" asked Ron.
Hermione looked up, "Oh um, nothing just misplaced something, and I would really like to find it" she said nervously.
"Oh, well, do you need our help?" offered Ron.
"No!" she said rather frantically, but then calmed herself and added, " NO, I'm sure I will find it just fine."
"Well, okay. Do you think you could look for it after Hogsmead? We should really get going."
"Um, yes, alright." Hermione sounded still a bit concerned but they headed out, down to the entrance hall just the same. As they walked out side they were blinded by the blazing sunlight reflecting off the snow that had arrived with the beginning of December.
All this time, Harry's thoughts were racing. He really wanted to read more of Hermione's diary, but he felt so guilty. He really shouldn't have kept it, let alone read it, but he couldn't help wanting to. It was so special to Harry thought, to see that she had written about him in her diary. I suppose I should give it back after Hogsmead Harry decided.
When Harry, Ron and Hermione got to Hogsmead they went into the Joke Shop first, where they surprisingly met two familiar faces.
"What are you two doing here?" asked Ron, shocked but please.
"Oh, just checking out what they've come up with," replied George Weasley. "You know, seeing what competition we've got." He added in a hushed voice.
"Oh, is your shop going well then? Over the summer you seemed a bit unsure." Said Harry who was speaking for the first time today.
"Oh yeah it's going good. We've come up with a few new things, and right now we're working on little candies which make your body swell to the size of a large balloon." Said Fred.
"Yeah, and you can't deflate yourself until you eat a different candy." Added George. "All thanks to you Harry. That's where we got the idea after all, from when you blew up your aunt you know?"
Harry faked a smile. It had not been a joke when it happened to him.
"Well, we better be off! More shops to go to," said Ron. "Bye guys, it was nice seeing you."
"Yeah, and good luck!" added Hermione.
They all said goodbye and set off for another shop that was particularly known for its quills.
"I think I'm going to get one of those colored ones," Hermione said as she strode with grace over to where they were displayed, which was next to a window. As she looked through them a single ray of sunlight hit her, making her whole face glow, and her hair a shimmering gold. She is so beautiful Harry thought. He looked at her brown beautiful eyes. Harry loved the way the light danced across them when it hit at just the right angle. He looked at her lips, full and red, looking soft as ever. As she her bottom lip trying to decide which one to buy, Harry thought to himself, I love it when she does that. She finally picked out a blue one, and went to go pay for it, Harry hardly noticing what she was doing, just lost in a trance as he took in her beauty.
"You ready to go Harry?" Hermione was now standing in front of Harry, bag in hand ready to go.
"Oh, yeah, lets go." Said Harry, blushing a bit, at the fact that he was once again caught staring at her.
They set off to the other shops looking at sweets and other things when they had finally decided that their last stop should be the Three Broomsticks for some nice warm butterbeer.
"Harry, you seem awful quiet. What's wrong?" said Hermione in a worrisome voice.
"Oh, it's, it's nothing," lied Harry, his insides still churning with guilt from having the diary. "I'm fine."
"You sure?" asked Hermione, still unsure.
"Yeah Harry you have been acting a bit weird lately. You sure nothings bothering you?" added Ron.
"Yes I'm sure! Nothing is wrong!" said Harry getting frustrated.
"Okay" shrugged Ron as they all sipped the last of their butterbeer in silence.
The silence was finally broken when Hermione said, "Well, should we head back to the castle then?" and they all collected their things and headed back.
Harry sat on his bed, staring at the diary, which was staring back. He looked around to see if any of the boys were awake, but they were all fast asleep. Harry picked up the diary, opened it to where he left off, and read her third entry:
Dear Diary,
Today was an okay day. Something is really bothering me thought, I keep having these dreams..about Harry. It's really quite frustrating. I want to be best friends like we've always been, but do I have feelings for Harry, that I didn't have before? I can't help thinking that I do, why else would I be having these dreams? Anyways this is how my second dream went: We were walking by the Great Lake, and then we sat on a blanket. Then he gave me flowers, they were beautiful. Then I looked once again into those green eyes. They were unbearable, I couldn't stop staring into them. I felt like I wanted to melt again, warmth was spreading through my body like hot liquid, and before I knew it, he had kissed me. It was the best feeling I've ever experienced, I wish it were real. I wanted to last there forever. His lips were so soft, and warm. And then, I woke up. I really liked the dream but for some reason it's making me angry, angry at Harry. I feel so bad, I've been a bit rude I suppose and he doesn't deserve it. I can't possibly tell him, I know he doesn't feel that way about me. I don't know what to do..anyway I should go to bed.
Hermione
Harry's stomach gave the greatest lurch yet. He felt so bad for reading this. It really wasn't his business, but she liked him, didn't she, and that was good to know. It made him long for her, to know about these dreams, and it was almost painful. He sat the book down and tried to sleep but he couldn't. He decided to go down to the common room, so he got on his robe and left, putting the diary in his pocket, he decided to give it to Hermione in the morning.
Hermione tried to sleep but she couldn't. She was so worried about her diary. Worried someone might find it, worried Harry might find it. She tossed and turned but she couldn't take it. She had to go down the to common room, and look once more while no one was there. She got up, put her robes on and headed for the door to the spiral staircase.
Down it she went and then as she was heading for the chairs in front of the fire, she saw something that made her freeze in her tracks. "What are you doing here?" she said without thinking.
Harry jumped and turned around, "Hermione!"
"Oh, Harry, I mean, why are you down here?" she replied nervously once she saw who it was.
"Hermione there's something I have to tell you" Harry began, his voice shaking slightly.
"Oh, alright, what is it?" asked Hermione. She was shaking slightly, expecting the worse.
"Hermione," Harry started as he pulled the diary out of his pocket, "I found this, the other night when we were down here. It's what you're looking for, isn't it?" Harry gulped. He was ready for her to explode at him for having it. But she didn't she just stood there.
The one person Hermione feared of finding it, found it, and no doubt read her secrets in side. She felt sick with anger and fear. "Why didn't you give it back to me right away? Why did you keep it?" she felt angry tears prickle at her eyes.
"I-I couldn't have given it back to you, you were already in the girl's dormitory and I can't go up there." Harry felt his palms begin to sweat, he knew after this she wouldn't want to be his friend let alone anything more.
"Why didn't you give it back to me at Hogsmead? Or after that? You lied to me Harry, there was something on your mind. Why did you do that?" She felt very hurt and tears were now trickling down her face as her lip trembled.
"Hermione, I- I'm sorry. I- I don't know why I did that."
"Did you read it?" she said sharply raising her voice a bit.
"Er-I- well, yes but," he was cut off when Hermione let out a gasp.
"Harry I can't...I don't.." she now had steady tears streaming down her face. She couldn't say anything more. She grabbed the diary out of his hands and turned to run up the stairs when she suddenly turned around and shouted at Harry "I can't believe you Harry. That was very, very rude of you! I am very hurt that you didn't give it back to me" she paused and let out a sob. "I hate you" she said more quietly and stormed up the stairs sobbing in her hands.
Harry sat there stunned. Hermione hated him. He now had no change in even being her friend. He felt a great lump in his throat and a silent tear ran down the side of his cheek but he frantically rubbed his eyes stopping it from happening again. What was he going to do?
A/N- mwahahaha I know this probably isn't what ya'll wanted to happen but it will get better I promise! The next chapter will hopefully cheer you up ( that's all I'm gunna say! REVIEW!
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters except the new Snape.
Harry got up and looked at the diary. He didn't want to give it back, he wanted to give it back, he wanted to read on. Deciding what he was going to do, Harry got out of bed, dressed and went down to meet everyone in the common room.
When he got there he saw Hermione by the chair she had been sitting in the night before, searching for something with a look of panic on her face. A great surge of guilt ran through Harry. He knew what she was looking for.
"What are you looking for Hermione?" asked Ron.
Hermione looked up, "Oh um, nothing just misplaced something, and I would really like to find it" she said nervously.
"Oh, well, do you need our help?" offered Ron.
"No!" she said rather frantically, but then calmed herself and added, " NO, I'm sure I will find it just fine."
"Well, okay. Do you think you could look for it after Hogsmead? We should really get going."
"Um, yes, alright." Hermione sounded still a bit concerned but they headed out, down to the entrance hall just the same. As they walked out side they were blinded by the blazing sunlight reflecting off the snow that had arrived with the beginning of December.
All this time, Harry's thoughts were racing. He really wanted to read more of Hermione's diary, but he felt so guilty. He really shouldn't have kept it, let alone read it, but he couldn't help wanting to. It was so special to Harry thought, to see that she had written about him in her diary. I suppose I should give it back after Hogsmead Harry decided.
When Harry, Ron and Hermione got to Hogsmead they went into the Joke Shop first, where they surprisingly met two familiar faces.
"What are you two doing here?" asked Ron, shocked but please.
"Oh, just checking out what they've come up with," replied George Weasley. "You know, seeing what competition we've got." He added in a hushed voice.
"Oh, is your shop going well then? Over the summer you seemed a bit unsure." Said Harry who was speaking for the first time today.
"Oh yeah it's going good. We've come up with a few new things, and right now we're working on little candies which make your body swell to the size of a large balloon." Said Fred.
"Yeah, and you can't deflate yourself until you eat a different candy." Added George. "All thanks to you Harry. That's where we got the idea after all, from when you blew up your aunt you know?"
Harry faked a smile. It had not been a joke when it happened to him.
"Well, we better be off! More shops to go to," said Ron. "Bye guys, it was nice seeing you."
"Yeah, and good luck!" added Hermione.
They all said goodbye and set off for another shop that was particularly known for its quills.
"I think I'm going to get one of those colored ones," Hermione said as she strode with grace over to where they were displayed, which was next to a window. As she looked through them a single ray of sunlight hit her, making her whole face glow, and her hair a shimmering gold. She is so beautiful Harry thought. He looked at her brown beautiful eyes. Harry loved the way the light danced across them when it hit at just the right angle. He looked at her lips, full and red, looking soft as ever. As she her bottom lip trying to decide which one to buy, Harry thought to himself, I love it when she does that. She finally picked out a blue one, and went to go pay for it, Harry hardly noticing what she was doing, just lost in a trance as he took in her beauty.
"You ready to go Harry?" Hermione was now standing in front of Harry, bag in hand ready to go.
"Oh, yeah, lets go." Said Harry, blushing a bit, at the fact that he was once again caught staring at her.
They set off to the other shops looking at sweets and other things when they had finally decided that their last stop should be the Three Broomsticks for some nice warm butterbeer.
"Harry, you seem awful quiet. What's wrong?" said Hermione in a worrisome voice.
"Oh, it's, it's nothing," lied Harry, his insides still churning with guilt from having the diary. "I'm fine."
"You sure?" asked Hermione, still unsure.
"Yeah Harry you have been acting a bit weird lately. You sure nothings bothering you?" added Ron.
"Yes I'm sure! Nothing is wrong!" said Harry getting frustrated.
"Okay" shrugged Ron as they all sipped the last of their butterbeer in silence.
The silence was finally broken when Hermione said, "Well, should we head back to the castle then?" and they all collected their things and headed back.
Harry sat on his bed, staring at the diary, which was staring back. He looked around to see if any of the boys were awake, but they were all fast asleep. Harry picked up the diary, opened it to where he left off, and read her third entry:
Dear Diary,
Today was an okay day. Something is really bothering me thought, I keep having these dreams..about Harry. It's really quite frustrating. I want to be best friends like we've always been, but do I have feelings for Harry, that I didn't have before? I can't help thinking that I do, why else would I be having these dreams? Anyways this is how my second dream went: We were walking by the Great Lake, and then we sat on a blanket. Then he gave me flowers, they were beautiful. Then I looked once again into those green eyes. They were unbearable, I couldn't stop staring into them. I felt like I wanted to melt again, warmth was spreading through my body like hot liquid, and before I knew it, he had kissed me. It was the best feeling I've ever experienced, I wish it were real. I wanted to last there forever. His lips were so soft, and warm. And then, I woke up. I really liked the dream but for some reason it's making me angry, angry at Harry. I feel so bad, I've been a bit rude I suppose and he doesn't deserve it. I can't possibly tell him, I know he doesn't feel that way about me. I don't know what to do..anyway I should go to bed.
Hermione
Harry's stomach gave the greatest lurch yet. He felt so bad for reading this. It really wasn't his business, but she liked him, didn't she, and that was good to know. It made him long for her, to know about these dreams, and it was almost painful. He sat the book down and tried to sleep but he couldn't. He decided to go down to the common room, so he got on his robe and left, putting the diary in his pocket, he decided to give it to Hermione in the morning.
Hermione tried to sleep but she couldn't. She was so worried about her diary. Worried someone might find it, worried Harry might find it. She tossed and turned but she couldn't take it. She had to go down the to common room, and look once more while no one was there. She got up, put her robes on and headed for the door to the spiral staircase.
Down it she went and then as she was heading for the chairs in front of the fire, she saw something that made her freeze in her tracks. "What are you doing here?" she said without thinking.
Harry jumped and turned around, "Hermione!"
"Oh, Harry, I mean, why are you down here?" she replied nervously once she saw who it was.
"Hermione there's something I have to tell you" Harry began, his voice shaking slightly.
"Oh, alright, what is it?" asked Hermione. She was shaking slightly, expecting the worse.
"Hermione," Harry started as he pulled the diary out of his pocket, "I found this, the other night when we were down here. It's what you're looking for, isn't it?" Harry gulped. He was ready for her to explode at him for having it. But she didn't she just stood there.
The one person Hermione feared of finding it, found it, and no doubt read her secrets in side. She felt sick with anger and fear. "Why didn't you give it back to me right away? Why did you keep it?" she felt angry tears prickle at her eyes.
"I-I couldn't have given it back to you, you were already in the girl's dormitory and I can't go up there." Harry felt his palms begin to sweat, he knew after this she wouldn't want to be his friend let alone anything more.
"Why didn't you give it back to me at Hogsmead? Or after that? You lied to me Harry, there was something on your mind. Why did you do that?" She felt very hurt and tears were now trickling down her face as her lip trembled.
"Hermione, I- I'm sorry. I- I don't know why I did that."
"Did you read it?" she said sharply raising her voice a bit.
"Er-I- well, yes but," he was cut off when Hermione let out a gasp.
"Harry I can't...I don't.." she now had steady tears streaming down her face. She couldn't say anything more. She grabbed the diary out of his hands and turned to run up the stairs when she suddenly turned around and shouted at Harry "I can't believe you Harry. That was very, very rude of you! I am very hurt that you didn't give it back to me" she paused and let out a sob. "I hate you" she said more quietly and stormed up the stairs sobbing in her hands.
Harry sat there stunned. Hermione hated him. He now had no change in even being her friend. He felt a great lump in his throat and a silent tear ran down the side of his cheek but he frantically rubbed his eyes stopping it from happening again. What was he going to do?
A/N- mwahahaha I know this probably isn't what ya'll wanted to happen but it will get better I promise! The next chapter will hopefully cheer you up ( that's all I'm gunna say! REVIEW!