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Chapter 2
I'm so glad me and Harry are together. He kissed me today. Draco flipped the page in frenzy. I love him so much...he flipped again, bloody weasel; And read on, Today Draco Malfoy picked on Harry; I don't know why Draco is so mean, sometimes I think he's really nice on the inside. Maybe he just needs to find the right girl. Anyway, Harry...
"She thinks I'm nice?" I say disgusted, "no ones ever thought of me as nice."
I lye on my stomach on my dark emerald silk sheets, flipping through to see more about me. On some diary entries have small separate notes. I pick up one, unfold, and read.
Gin? Do you think Draco Malfoy is cute?
Um... kinda I think. Why do you ask?
I think he's quite a dashing bloke.
Oh. What are you going to do?
I think I will ask him to Hogsmead. Since know we are in or 6th year we get go. Right?
Yea of course. Go for it I think behind the smirk is a nice bloke.
Ok after class!
I remember that day, Nina Thomas, Dean Thomas's little sister, she asked me.
She came up to me and Ginny waited by the door patiently, and I could tell Thomas was nervous by the way she kept smoothing over her blouse and didn't look me in the face. "Um... D-Draco? Will you go to Hogsmead with me?" she stuttered.
"I don't go out with mudbloods."I spat. She looked up at me, her face flushed and her eyes glossy, her mouth a rigid line.
Then she walked away towards Ginny. I look at Weasley her eyes darting back to me and to Thomas. Thomas hugs Ginny and leans her head on her shoulder, Ginny gently pats her back, and they walk out of the room.
I didn't feel at all bad, I just felt pity. I switch over to my back and fold my hands under my head, the diary resting on my stomach. And I drift to sleep.
Hermione and I climb up the stairs to the girl's dorm. She places the tray on the foot of my bed and lifts the covers off the bowls. She hands me the bowl of soup, and a spoon. I stare vaguely at the soup feeling my stomach turn with hunger but my mind says 'puke'.
Hermione sighs, "Come on Gin you have to eat." She pleaded.
I look up at her insistent face, and I manage a smile. I look at my beef broth soup, and place my spoon in the steamy soup my shaky hand brings the spoon to my mouth and I sip the warm soup. It gentle flows down my throat making me feel warm again. I finish my soup and I uncover the other bowl. Hermione looks at me through her tea and smiles. I look upon the small bowl filled with ice cream with cinnamon.
"I always say 'the things I can do to make my days happier is to concentrate on the little this in life; a good cup of tea when your cold, hot chocolate when your sad, tall glass of water when your thirsty, and vanilla ice cream with cinnamon when your heartbroken." Hermione smiled as I pick up the bowl and scoop a piece of ice cream.
"Thank you Hermione."
I don't own Harry potter or any of the characters, because then that would make me a slave handler!
Chapter 2
I'm so glad me and Harry are together. He kissed me today. Draco flipped the page in frenzy. I love him so much...he flipped again, bloody weasel; And read on, Today Draco Malfoy picked on Harry; I don't know why Draco is so mean, sometimes I think he's really nice on the inside. Maybe he just needs to find the right girl. Anyway, Harry...
"She thinks I'm nice?" I say disgusted, "no ones ever thought of me as nice."
I lye on my stomach on my dark emerald silk sheets, flipping through to see more about me. On some diary entries have small separate notes. I pick up one, unfold, and read.
Gin? Do you think Draco Malfoy is cute?
Um... kinda I think. Why do you ask?
I think he's quite a dashing bloke.
Oh. What are you going to do?
I think I will ask him to Hogsmead. Since know we are in or 6th year we get go. Right?
Yea of course. Go for it I think behind the smirk is a nice bloke.
Ok after class!
I remember that day, Nina Thomas, Dean Thomas's little sister, she asked me.
She came up to me and Ginny waited by the door patiently, and I could tell Thomas was nervous by the way she kept smoothing over her blouse and didn't look me in the face. "Um... D-Draco? Will you go to Hogsmead with me?" she stuttered.
"I don't go out with mudbloods."I spat. She looked up at me, her face flushed and her eyes glossy, her mouth a rigid line.
Then she walked away towards Ginny. I look at Weasley her eyes darting back to me and to Thomas. Thomas hugs Ginny and leans her head on her shoulder, Ginny gently pats her back, and they walk out of the room.
I didn't feel at all bad, I just felt pity. I switch over to my back and fold my hands under my head, the diary resting on my stomach. And I drift to sleep.
Hermione and I climb up the stairs to the girl's dorm. She places the tray on the foot of my bed and lifts the covers off the bowls. She hands me the bowl of soup, and a spoon. I stare vaguely at the soup feeling my stomach turn with hunger but my mind says 'puke'.
Hermione sighs, "Come on Gin you have to eat." She pleaded.
I look up at her insistent face, and I manage a smile. I look at my beef broth soup, and place my spoon in the steamy soup my shaky hand brings the spoon to my mouth and I sip the warm soup. It gentle flows down my throat making me feel warm again. I finish my soup and I uncover the other bowl. Hermione looks at me through her tea and smiles. I look upon the small bowl filled with ice cream with cinnamon.
"I always say 'the things I can do to make my days happier is to concentrate on the little this in life; a good cup of tea when your cold, hot chocolate when your sad, tall glass of water when your thirsty, and vanilla ice cream with cinnamon when your heartbroken." Hermione smiled as I pick up the bowl and scoop a piece of ice cream.
"Thank you Hermione."