(A/N: Again, i dont own this stuff. Harry Potter isn't mine, none of the characters are. Hum. Too bad, I wouldn't mind being rich. .)

Hermione sat on her bed, writing another one of her diary entries.

Hermione's Diary

Dear Diary,

Well, yesterday was odd. I went to Flourish and Blotts for school books and who do I see but Draco!! Ugh. I tied him up, and called him CUTE!? What is wrong with me?!? Anyway. I also saw Harry, he was acting all friendly. Mr. Friend-leaver. Grr. Remind me to not sit with him on the train, and if I have to sit with...anyone else. ANYONE!

So, two more days of summer break (today, tommorow.) This time last year me, Harry, and Ron were partying and having fun, and today.. today we're not even talking! But it's their fault, not mine.

Anyway, today I have to go to DRACO'S HOUSE! I must have picked up his book by accident and he picked up mine, because he wrote his name in it (A slytherin book.) It made my skin crawl just LOOKING at the cover of it. Ew.. Anyway, to get there I have to take, like, 2 busses. Ew! My mom said wait until school starts, but HELLO, we both need our books if we want to do good this year. Ew, am I actually thinking of stuff to help DRACO!? Something's wrong with me. Anyway, I'm gonna go eat some lunch and then go to Draco's.

Sincerely,

Hermione Granger

Real Life

"Hello, Herms," Hermione's father greeted when Hermione came downstairs for lunch.

"Hi, dad. Where were you yesterday? Mom had to take me to the Diagon Alley for school supplies and you weren't in the Leaky Cauldron."

"I was betting on some horse races. We didn't win, of course. Why are you dressed so pretty?" Hermione looked at her clothes, she guessed you could call them pretty; she was wearing a red top cut kind of low, considering her new.. uhh, body, and a long jean skirt, her hair up in a ponytail with a red flower hairpin on the side.

"Oh, no reason. I just got dressed because I have to drop a book off at Draco Malfoy's class."

"Oohh," he joked, "Does my little angel have her very first boyfriend?"

"Dad! Ugh," she grumbled, taking her sandwich upstairs. "I'll eat up in my room, I'm going to leave pretty soon anyway. 'Bye, dad."

After finishing her sandwich, she grabbed her purse, put her wallet and the book in it, and kissed her parents goodbye.

She sat on the second bus for what seemed like hours, but finally they arrived a few blocks away from Draco's house, which was huge, as big as a mansion. She sighed, wondering how someone as horrible as Draco's father could have a mansion so beautiful.

Hermione knocked on the door, which a maid quickly answered. "Yes?"

"Um, hi, I'm here to give Draco something?"

"Oh, the boy. Come in, come in, take a seat." Hermione entered the huge living room, which seemed deserted. She sat on the edge of the couch, her back facing the staircase.

The maid went upstairs, and Hermione could hear her say, "Excuse me, Mr. Draco? There's a girl here for you." Hermione almost died of laughter when she heard Draco reply, "OH! REALLY?! Wow!!"

"She's downstairs, sir. In the livingroom."

Draco came down and said, "Hello?" Hermione turned around and Draco's face was priceless.

"MUDBLOOD?! I thought I told you I only date pretty girls!"

"Yeah, right, okay. Anyway, I think you have my book for school, because I have yours. We must of switched by accident."

"Oh, yeah I was wondering why I bought a book about the history of Griffondor. Hold on a second." Was Draco actually being nice to Hermione? What had the world come to?

"Here," he said, returning from upstairs, "Here's your book." He handed the book to her and their fingers touched. Hermione's heart skipped a beat but she made it look like she didn't notice. Then she gave him his book.

"Okay, well, 'bye."

"Wait a minute, mudblood. Did you get any letters from Hogwart's? Like, about school?"

"Actually, I didn't, Draco. Did you?"

"Yeah, I'm head boy."

"Oh. Well, congratulations. 'Bye now." The only thing that kept running through her head was, "I hope to GOD I'm not Head Girl."

After a long bus ride home, she checked the mail: No mail for her, thank goodness. Maybe she wouldn't be Head Girl!

Hermione's Diary

Hi, it's me again.

I came back from Draco's house. He seemed surprised it was me, he was expecting some gorgeous beauty that would let him have his way with her, I bet. What has happened to the good guys? It seems now everyone is either a villan or very.. hormonal.
Anyway, Draco's head BOY!? How does that work!? Harry should of been Head Boy. Ah, well. I don't care, as long as I'm not Head Girl. I heard a rumour last year that Head boy & Head girl have to sleep in the same quarters! How unsanitary. Anyway, I think I'll write some poetry, that always helps me feel better.

- Herms

PS: I think I might have one of those "Oh my gosh he's so cute" crushes on Draco! Ew, I know, but he's gotten quite handsome since last year.

Real Life

She closed her diary, picking up her writing journal.

"Is it possible to sit in a shop/And feel alone so soon?/Is it possible to laugh with friends/When inside you're feeling blue?/Is it possible the thing you wanted/Now just brings you gloom?/Is it possible you could feel so lonely/When you're in a crowded room?" She signed her name and giggled, this poem was much better than "Boy With the Scar," and this one was truer.

"Hermione, dinnertime!" Hermione rolled her eyes; she hated when her mother and father tried to act in love during meals sometimes, and she heard her parents fighting all day.

"Comiingggg!!!!" She shouted down the stairs. She hid her notebooks and put them under Crookshanks' cat bed, petting him under the chin and hopping down the stairs. The family ate dinner in silence, other than Hermione saying she was going to sleep in late tommorow morning. Her parents nodded, and dinner was done.

Next Morning

"Bloody hell? What's that noise?" Hermione asked herself, waking up to a horrible crash outside.

She looked out her window and couldn't help smiling when Ron and Harry were in Ron's dad's flying car, grinning.

"Hey, Herms!"

"What on earth are you two doing here?!"

"Well," Harry replied, "I felt bad you thought I didn't hang out with you enough. You're our best friend, after all. So I decided I'd make the last day before school as fun as possible, and you and I both know we can't have fun without Ron the party machine!" Hermione giggled as Ron argued, "Hey! Don't act like you're being sarcastic about it when you KNOW it's true!"

"I'm so glad we're speaking, really! I felt horrid not talking to you guys." Hermione got out of bed and yawned, causing Ron's ears to turn bright red and causing Harry to stutter. "Uhh..Her..Her..Herms?"

"What?" She looked down; she was in a long tee and underwear! "OH MY GOSH! Hold on!" She blushed and closed the blinds, getting dressed.

"Ron," Harry joked, nudging him, "Aren't you happy that I told you we should all speak again?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Don't act like you didn't like seeing that."

"I didn't! She's, like.. my friend! Why!? Did YOU!?"

"What!? Don't turn this around, I was asking you!"

"Right, and now I'M asking YOU!"

"Okay," Hermione said,opening the curtains, "I'm dressed now. Sorry about that, guys." Harry stifled laughter and said between giggles, "Oh, don't worry, Ronnie didn't mind."

"Harry! You KNOW you liked seeing that!"

"Guys! I'm RIGHT HERE." Hermione hopped in the car, scooted next in between Harry and Ron, and giggled. "I love you guys!"

[A/N: Aww i just HAD to have them be friends again, u cant split the trio up! AAnyway, Luv ya all, please read & review. Hugs kisshez.

Lizzeh]