Keriberi14: Hey this is my new chappie!!! Oh and on the last chappie i didnt mean she trudged to lunch i meant she trudged to breakfast! sorry! lol....well anywaize....you know tha drill R&R....

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When Hermione reached the Great Hall she slipped onto a bench seat and slowly began to eat her grits. She slipped the diary out of the bag and turned to an empty page. She wrote HG-n-HP. Hermione closed the book. She looked up just in time to see Ginny looking at her with a radiant smile.

"W-why are you so happy Ginny?" Hermione managed to ask.

Ginny shrugged and sat down. "Well if 'HP' stands for what I think it stands for then...that's why I'm happy."

"W-what do you think it stands for?" Hermione stammered. She put the diary back into her bag and snapped it shut.

Ginny lowered her head and whispered, "Harry Potter?"

Hermione turned away and frowned. Ginny knew. "P-please please don't tell anyone."

"You know he could like you and you never know." Ginny replied starting on her toast, "ooo' shoud oose ta 'rect oach"

"What?!" Hermione said.

Ginny swallowed her toast and Hermione could see the lump go down her throat, "You should use the direct approach."

Hermione stood from the bench and slowly put her bag on her shoulder, "I dunno, I might...see ya later Ginny." Ginny watched as Hermione walked out of the Great Hall. Her head was bent low and she was muttering as if someone was walking beside her.

Later in potions class, Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off of Harry. He would frequently turn to look at her but she would look away. Hermione couldn't concentrate on the potion they were brewing. She accidentally poured the vampire's blood in before letting it boil for 2 ½ minutes.

"Miss Granger. Miss Granger! MISS GRANGER!" Snape's voice was ascending because Hermione's potion was eating through her cauldron and slowly making its way to Neville.

Hermione jumped out of her seat and onto the table. Snape glided across the room and grabbed his wand off of his desk.

Harry took this time will Hermione was off guard to get the diary. She got out of his chair and crawled to her seat. He slowly opened the bag and grabbed the diary. He crawled back to his own seat and put the diary in his bag.

Snape had managed to finally get the potion from trying to strangle poor Neville. Hermione made a zero for the day and Malfoy was beaming. He now had something to make fun of Hermione.

Not too long after they were out of class was Malfoy behind them make shrieking noises, "Ooh...I messed up my potion...I'm a little imbecile that can't do anything!"

"Shut it! NO one asked you your opinion!" Harry snapped not even looking back at him.

"Well look who's sticking up for their girlfriend!" Malfoy said smiling.

Hermione turned around. Her neck snapped she turned so fast. Her eyes were piercing into Malfoy's silver eyes. He stood his ground but was shaking on the inside. She looked him over with disgust and with one last look over she slapped him so hard against his pale cheek. She turned back around and ran down the corridor. Harry and Ron looked after but then looked at Malfoy and laughed so hard their eyes watered. When they ran down the corridor after Hermione they were still laughing. They knew where Hermione was heading, the Room of Requirement.

They opened the door without walking past the door three times. Hermione was sitting on the floor, her books spread out in front of her. Her eyes were red and swollen. Tears streamed down her face like rain on a window.

"Hermione?" Harry only whispered her name. He walked over to her and hugged her before saying anything more, while he was holding her in his arms he spoke to her, "What's wrong? You slapped him. You got him back for what offended you."

"I-its not that..." she stammered, "My-my diary is gone!" Saying this made Hermione cry even louder. Harry let go and pulled away from her.

"Me and Ron will help you look for it." he whispered, knowing that he only had to look as far as his bag that was draped over his shoulder carelessly.

"Yeah Hermione..." Ron managed to say. He was only watching Hermione cry. Ginny never cried like this, she was always quiet until she was mad.

Harry and Ron each grabbed one of Hermione hands and pulled her to her feet. They sat her in a nearby chair and started to gather her things. Ron slipped the bag over his shoulder and they walked Hermione to their next class.

Ron would glance over at Harry and they would exchange looks as they searched the common room after dinner for the diary. They looked and looked and only Harry knew what happened to the diary.

Harry had a plan for reading the diary. As soon as everyone was asleep, he would creep down to the common room and read it. He would then put the diary somewhere they hadn't looked yet and find in the morning. No one would ever know that he had it.

Everyone left the common room, so Harry trudged up the stairs right after Ron and faked a yawn. He put on his pajamas and got into bed. He listened as Ron started snoring. He sat up and looked around in the moonlight. Everyone was asleep. Harry stood up and walked over to his trunk. The bag was on top, he got the diary crept down the stairs. He sat in the chair closest to the fire. He thought if he she read the diary or not. He decided that he should and thought nothing more about it as he opened the book.

Dear Diary, 5/18/00

Today was an awful day. School was horrible. This stupid little boy kept kicking me during class And when I stood up and told him to stop I was given silent lunch. But I didn't care because no one talks to me anyway during lunch. Everyone thinks I'm weird because I read all the time...I love to read....I love to read about witches and wizards...I have a strange feeling when I read about something that pertains to witches casting spells I get this feeling...like I know I can do it if I tried.....

Harry skipped a few pages obviously this was her fifth year at a grade school. He wanted read about Hogwarts. He had a certain urged to find out if she had wrote about him.

Dear Diary, 9/15/01

Hello again. You'll never guess what I got in the mail....I got an acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My father was wizard or something like that. But I was muggle-born so that explains the feelings I got when I read about witches.

Dear Diary, 9/25/01

Over the past few days I have been reading all the books I can about hog warts and the magical history. I read about this Potter boy. His parents were killed by he-who-must-not-be-named. I would like to meet him.

Harry was pleased that she wanted to meet him.

Dear Diary, 10/18/01

Today I met Harry Potter on the Hogwarts Express. He is cuter now than when he was a baby. His friend Ron on the other hand....is a dirty pig...he had DIRT on his nose...I think I like Harry...I was sorted into Griffyndor...

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Well that's my second chappie...PLEASE R&R!!!