A/N: Hey dudes! Thanks to everyone who reviewed, it was really nice of you!
Tamira Lunes: Thanks for the encouragement and compliments. And yes I do love big words!
C M Tino: Thanks for the suggestions. This is all based on extracts from Hermione's diary and thanks for the very generous compliments! I checked on my profile and I do accept anonymous reviews. I don't know, maybe u could try sending an anon review and see what happens?
Kiwi-babes: Thanks for the compliments and the suggestions! I was planning that for the story, but I have some other things up my sleeve too-keep on reading and see!
Jason 800-2000: Here you go this is me writing more!
Anyway, on with the show.
11th August (again)
Where was I? Of course! I finished showing Simmy around and then we decided to do something productive. Namely judging whether Nicole Kidman was as good in the movie 'The Others' as everyone else claimed. So the cream sofa groaning under the tottering piles of food balanced on its arms, we started the festivities.
Munch, slurp, scream, munch, slurp, slurp, munch, gasp. Yes we really must have sounded like a bunch of idiots to anyone who bothered to listen. Lying there gorging on whatever we could lay our hands on made me feel curiously like something pink with a curly tail like Dudley's! But I didn't care! I wasn't at school, so I didn't have to set an example, nor did I have to worry about work or good test scores. I stopped being the bossy, snotty, nerd that everyone at school thought I was and let my imagination run rampant with the movie. It was weird sitting there being myself around someone I have known for about a week, when I couldn't even do if it was Harry and Ron sitting there instead of Simmy.
Oh stop thinking, I chided myself (hey what a funny word to use! I sound like Lizzy Bennet) Concentrate on the film. So I did. In fact I got so lost within the icy chilling moors of that old creepy estate that I was harshly shoved back into reality with a scared jump when the doorbell rang.
'Oh who the hell could it be? Please don't tell me they've come back early' I heard Simmy groan. I dragged myself off the sofa sulkily, irritated by the creepy mood totally destroyed by this unwanted interruption.
Down to the front door I went, grumbling angrily to myself 'And it was just getting to the good bit!' Then without another thought, I wrenched the handle and nearly yanked the door off its hinges.
And there they were right before my eyes.
I stood completely entranced and hypnotized by them. That millisecond that I stood practically gaping at them dragged out into seconds. They looked at me in shock at first, those electric blue threads shimmering in the fierce sunlight. The steely cool silver turned to a stormy grey and the balance was upset, that fragile moment broke forth and the thunder rolled.
'YOU!' He shouted. The spell vanished as if it had never existed. I saw him, complete with his peroxide blonde shock of hair, sitting calmly on top of his irritatingly stupid head. Well at least now I know I wasn't paranoid, it turns out the cinema guy was Malfoy. Great, just what I need.
'Well what are you doing here and what do you want Malfoy?' My mint cool voice even surprised me. A single drip of cold sweat trickled down the small of my back. What a creepy weasel. 'Well? I've got stuff to do you know!' But he wouldn't take those eyes off me; he kept looking and searching for something.
Now Simmy joined me at the door to see what all the fuss was about. 'Hey look its eye guy! Do you know him already from somewhere?' 'Yes from school' my frozen insides vibrated at that sonorous voice, as deep as the mysterious dark depths of the sea. Shut up shut up shut up, I thought. Why the hell am I thinking of such stupid things? 'Well if you have nothing to say then you should go now' Slam. I shut the door in his ignorant face. How badly matched his features were, his eyes and voice didn't at all suit his idiotic nose, mouth and personality.
'Who was he?' 'What did he want?' 'Why was he looking at you like that?' 'Why were you looking at him like that?' The questions slid off Simmy's before a second had passed. 'Look can we just finish the movie otherwise we won't have enough time' I dodged the bullets for now. But I knew I would end up telling her about it tomorrow when I had mulled it over by myself. I knew that she wouldn't push right now, because she would know as well that I would tell her tomorrow when I felt more at ease. She understood me and gave me my space, if it was someone else, they would have never let it go. I was grateful for at least that much.
The rest of the day passed peacefully, which is not to say that it was boring. I mean it was like I was lounging around at home with Simmy talking and generally enjoying myself by being at home.
But before I finish, I think it's really weird that I didn't make a huge fuss of him this time isn't it? I mean the last few times I saw him, I was panicked even though I didn't know it was him. Maybe I've learnt to become immune to shocks or maybe I just accepted that he is here. I don't know, but I do know that I am changing. I mean I was changing before but I didn't notice it consciously. Now I do.
Anyway, off to bed I go.
A/N: What do you think? Very long and pretty eventful I'd say. So you know the drill, just send me a review and I'll keep writing! (Don't get me wrong I'm not in a strong enough position to be blackmailing anybody!)
Tamira Lunes: Thanks for the encouragement and compliments. And yes I do love big words!
C M Tino: Thanks for the suggestions. This is all based on extracts from Hermione's diary and thanks for the very generous compliments! I checked on my profile and I do accept anonymous reviews. I don't know, maybe u could try sending an anon review and see what happens?
Kiwi-babes: Thanks for the compliments and the suggestions! I was planning that for the story, but I have some other things up my sleeve too-keep on reading and see!
Jason 800-2000: Here you go this is me writing more!
Anyway, on with the show.
11th August (again)
Where was I? Of course! I finished showing Simmy around and then we decided to do something productive. Namely judging whether Nicole Kidman was as good in the movie 'The Others' as everyone else claimed. So the cream sofa groaning under the tottering piles of food balanced on its arms, we started the festivities.
Munch, slurp, scream, munch, slurp, slurp, munch, gasp. Yes we really must have sounded like a bunch of idiots to anyone who bothered to listen. Lying there gorging on whatever we could lay our hands on made me feel curiously like something pink with a curly tail like Dudley's! But I didn't care! I wasn't at school, so I didn't have to set an example, nor did I have to worry about work or good test scores. I stopped being the bossy, snotty, nerd that everyone at school thought I was and let my imagination run rampant with the movie. It was weird sitting there being myself around someone I have known for about a week, when I couldn't even do if it was Harry and Ron sitting there instead of Simmy.
Oh stop thinking, I chided myself (hey what a funny word to use! I sound like Lizzy Bennet) Concentrate on the film. So I did. In fact I got so lost within the icy chilling moors of that old creepy estate that I was harshly shoved back into reality with a scared jump when the doorbell rang.
'Oh who the hell could it be? Please don't tell me they've come back early' I heard Simmy groan. I dragged myself off the sofa sulkily, irritated by the creepy mood totally destroyed by this unwanted interruption.
Down to the front door I went, grumbling angrily to myself 'And it was just getting to the good bit!' Then without another thought, I wrenched the handle and nearly yanked the door off its hinges.
And there they were right before my eyes.
I stood completely entranced and hypnotized by them. That millisecond that I stood practically gaping at them dragged out into seconds. They looked at me in shock at first, those electric blue threads shimmering in the fierce sunlight. The steely cool silver turned to a stormy grey and the balance was upset, that fragile moment broke forth and the thunder rolled.
'YOU!' He shouted. The spell vanished as if it had never existed. I saw him, complete with his peroxide blonde shock of hair, sitting calmly on top of his irritatingly stupid head. Well at least now I know I wasn't paranoid, it turns out the cinema guy was Malfoy. Great, just what I need.
'Well what are you doing here and what do you want Malfoy?' My mint cool voice even surprised me. A single drip of cold sweat trickled down the small of my back. What a creepy weasel. 'Well? I've got stuff to do you know!' But he wouldn't take those eyes off me; he kept looking and searching for something.
Now Simmy joined me at the door to see what all the fuss was about. 'Hey look its eye guy! Do you know him already from somewhere?' 'Yes from school' my frozen insides vibrated at that sonorous voice, as deep as the mysterious dark depths of the sea. Shut up shut up shut up, I thought. Why the hell am I thinking of such stupid things? 'Well if you have nothing to say then you should go now' Slam. I shut the door in his ignorant face. How badly matched his features were, his eyes and voice didn't at all suit his idiotic nose, mouth and personality.
'Who was he?' 'What did he want?' 'Why was he looking at you like that?' 'Why were you looking at him like that?' The questions slid off Simmy's before a second had passed. 'Look can we just finish the movie otherwise we won't have enough time' I dodged the bullets for now. But I knew I would end up telling her about it tomorrow when I had mulled it over by myself. I knew that she wouldn't push right now, because she would know as well that I would tell her tomorrow when I felt more at ease. She understood me and gave me my space, if it was someone else, they would have never let it go. I was grateful for at least that much.
The rest of the day passed peacefully, which is not to say that it was boring. I mean it was like I was lounging around at home with Simmy talking and generally enjoying myself by being at home.
But before I finish, I think it's really weird that I didn't make a huge fuss of him this time isn't it? I mean the last few times I saw him, I was panicked even though I didn't know it was him. Maybe I've learnt to become immune to shocks or maybe I just accepted that he is here. I don't know, but I do know that I am changing. I mean I was changing before but I didn't notice it consciously. Now I do.
Anyway, off to bed I go.
A/N: What do you think? Very long and pretty eventful I'd say. So you know the drill, just send me a review and I'll keep writing! (Don't get me wrong I'm not in a strong enough position to be blackmailing anybody!)