Hi everyone, I'm back!!!  I know last chapter was mostly about Draco this chapter is different.  There is of course some Draco but Evelyn, Harry, Ron, Lavender and Parvati are all in this chapter a lot more.  Plus Hermione finally gets revenge on Parvati and Lavender!  But there is a very sad part…  If anyone has any suggestions for my story and/or spelling mistakes that need to be fixed, I'm ready to listen to them.  Before the chapter starts though, I'd like to thank all of my wonderful reviewers!

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Now, on with the story!

            The evening of the fateful day where Malfoy proved that he really wanted to be my friend was spent with a big novel, in my room, behind a locked door.  No, I wasn't hiding from Malfoy; I mean I'd only avoided his calls of "Hermione!!!" about twenty times.  Ok, maybe I was hiding from him. 

            The thing was, I still had a little hope somewhere inside me that suddenly, things would go back to normal.  And I didn't want to tell Malfoy that I was going to give him a chance, only to hear him reply, "Like I'd want to be your friend mudblood."

            I was trying to get Malfoy out of my head when the door suddenly opened.  Oh no, I thought, I should have used the advanced locking charm.  The one that you can't break, no matter what.

            Sure enough, there stood Draco Malfoy himself.  "Hermione," he said, "Come on, you've got to talk to me.  I proved myself.  Why can't you at least try?"

            "Ummmm…" I searched for an excuse as to why he had to leave my room.  When I found none, I decided to just play along with whatever he wanted and lie a little.  "I'm sorry, I had a splitting headache all of today.  If you tried to talk to me, I must have been in too much pain to hear you." 

I know, it was a lame excuse, but to my utter shock, he not only bought it but also decided to use a spell he knew to help it.  "Don't worry Hermione, this spell will stop any headache."

I pleaded with him that I was fine now but he did the spell anyway.  I prayed that there were no bad effects for people who did not really have headaches.  All of a sudden, a weird sensation flew over me.  It was kind of tingly and almost made me want to laugh.

I quickly told Malfoy that I needed to sleep; I mean it was already 11:00.  Once he was gone, a black notebook fell into my hands.  As I had said, it was late, and I was not thinking about why a notebook had appeared out of nowhere.  On the cover it said, Thoughts.

I opened the notebook, touching the velvety cover.  The pages were blank.  What a weird book, I thought.  I decided to look at it closer in the morning and after putting the notebook down, almost instantly sleep came.

I woke up the next day thanking God that it was a Saturday.  I laid in bed for a few minutes wondering about the strange dream I'd had last night.  I must have been very tired, I thought.  I mean, I dreamed about a black, velvety notebook that said thoughts on it, but was completely blank on the inside.  And come to think of it, where had it come from anyway.  Whatever, who said that dreams are logical.

I rolled out of bed and to my utter surprise, tripped over a notebook.  What?  It's still here?  I didn't understand.  So my dream wasn't really a dream.  Oh well, I thought.  I might as well put this thing to good use.  Maybe the effect of Malfoy's spell to heal headaches when the person did not really have a headache was to create a notebook.  Besides, I'd always wanted a diary.

I began to write in it.

Dear Diary,

My friends Harry-

Suddenly, my writing disappeared.  Then words began to form on the page.

What is Harry's last name?

To put it lightly, I was shocked.  Since when did your diary ask you a question about your ex-friend's last name?  I decided that my best choice would be to answer.

Potter.

The diary sucked in the words.  Then another reply formed.

How old is Harry Potter?

I answered this question, along with many others, branching from "What is his favorite color?"  To "How would you describe his love-life in a sentence?"

Eventually the questions about Harry stopped and a final question appeared.

Would you like to save Harry Potter for latter use in this thoughts notebook?

I answered yes just to see what would happen.  Then the notebook started to fill up with writing.  I began to read.

Parvati is so hot!  I wish she were here right now, kissing me.  The last time we got to spend time together was interrupted by Granger, yet again  coming over to insist that we are best friends.

What is with that Granger anyway!  What an annoying brat!  Seriously, why does she think she's friends with Ron and me anyway?  I wish she would stop bugging me so I could finally have some quality time with my real friends! 

I stopped reading and stared in shock at the notebook as the words she had just been reading faded away and were replaced with new words.  What is this thing, I thought.  Suddenly, I looked at the cover again and read the word.  Thoughts.

Oh my God!!!!!!  This notebook showed you anyone's thoughts.  That's why it asked you so many questions!  To make sure that it gave you the right person's thoughts.

I closed the book and then reopened it.  Sure enough, it said:

Would you like to read the thoughts of a saved person?

I wrote in yes and then picked Harry's name, giving me access to his thoughts again.  I skimmed over them, seeing many that were insults to me.

Right that second I didn't think about how illegal something like this probably was.  I didn't remember what Mr. Weasley always said about books that could think for themselves.  All I thought about were the many wondrous possibilities.  Imagine what I could do with a notebook like this!

I decided to go get lunch.  Apparently, the notebook had kept me occupied for hours.  Once I got there Lavender and Parvati cornered me.

"We've been waiting for you, Granger," said Lavender.  "You really shouldn't have kept us waiting for so long."

"Yeah Know-It-All," Parvati said.  "You see we've heard that you've been annoying our boyfriends!  We want you to go away and stop bugging us!"

"I mean, it's not like you're friends with us or anything!"  Lavender said causing Parvati to crack up into laughter.

"What a funny idea!  Us being friends with you!"  Parvati and Lavender started to laugh even harder.

I knew that it was time for my revenge.  I used information that my lovely new notebook had told me.

"Well Lavender, I don't see why I'd ever want to be friends with you!  I mean, it's not like I still wet my bed, unlike you."  I said the last part very loudly, causing many people to begin looking at Lavender.  The best part was that she was blushing so much that you just knew I was telling the truth!  I usually hated being mean to people but Lavender had it coming.  This time, revenge was very, very sweet!

 Now it was Parvati's turn to suffer.  I turned to her and said very loudly, "And don't you worry Parvati!  I won't tell anyone about the Harry Potter doll collection that you secretly play with at night and how you make all of the Harry dolls kiss dolls that you've made of yourself!"

I watched as Parvati also turned bright red.  It was time for the finale.  "But seriously guys, you can't really think that I'd be friends with the two of you!  I mean, no offence, but if I wanted to be friends with people who wetted their bed and played with dolls, why I could just be friends with a five year old!"

I completely forgot about eating lunch and ran out of the room, laughing so hard that tears were streaming down my face.  I saw Malfoy run out too, laughing just as hard as I was.

"Those two definitely needed someone telling them off!"  Draco told me, looking very impressed.  "And that was brilliant!  How did you find out all that stuff about them?"

I thought about how to lie to him.  "I overheard them talking to each other once.  Apparently they only told each other about their lovely secrets!"

"Well great job Mione!  That was an awesome revenge!"  Then he left, still laughing.  Overcome with happiness, I didn't even care that he'd called me Mione.  It just seemed normal.  Oh how I should have paid attention.  How I should have realized that something was wrong.  But I didn't, and I didn't know then that I would latter regret my immediate trust of Malfoy.

I was roaming the halls of Hogwarts, letting my feet take me wherever I wished, when suddenly I was grabbed around the waist.  I struggled to escape but whoever had hold of me was very strong.  Suddenly I was pushed against the wall and kept there by the sets of arms.  I looked up to realize that it was Ron and Harry.

"We've finally found you!"  Ron hissed in a horribly angry voice.

"You're going to regret ever messing with our girlfriends, Granger!"  Harry was also looking angrier than I'd ever seen him before.

"Did you know that today you made Lavender and Parvati cry, you piece of scum?"  Ron looked as if he were a second away from hitting me.

"Yeah, you pathetic Mudblood slut!  Being the humongous whore you are, I bet you thought that if you embarrassed our girlfriends than we would like you."  I stared up at Harry, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

"But we don't like you, in fact, we hate you!"  I couldn't believe this was Ron, slightly idiotic but otherwise sweet, Ron.

"You're not even pretty!  You're so ugly that I can't believe that even Malfoy would sink low enough to like you!  But then again, he's just probably using you to pass his classes."

I couldn't bear it!  I broke free from their hold and ran as fast as I could to my room.  How could they do that?  They'd been my best friends for six years.  How could they change so suddenly?

With all of my thoughts running through my head, I accidentally bumped into someone.  It was Evelyn.  She immediately saw my puffy, red face and began leading me to my room.

Once we were there she began to question me.  "Hermione, what's wrong?  Why are you crying?"

I told her the whole story, every little detail from the beginning of the year to the events of less than an hour ago.  But I used the same lie that I told Malfoy about how I heard the information about Parvati and Lavender.

"Oh Hermione, I'm so sorry.  Now that I think about it, people have been ignoring you.  I wonder what's wrong with them.  You are by far the nicest person that I've met here."

I smiled at her.  And for the rest of the day we talked.  We talked about everything.  We shared stories and jokes until finally it seemed like Harry and Ron's insults were just a horrible nightmare from the night before.  But inside their insults cut me deep and far.  And even though for the moment I was safe from the horrible emotion, the sadness threatened to come back at any second, any minute, just waiting for the right time.

I hope you liked that.  It's kind of late at night and I probably should be sleeping but I felt an incredible need to finish this chapter.  I'm afraid that my next update will either be within this week or in a really long time.  Depending on if you review or not!  So the more you review, the sooner you get the new chapter!