*****Hermione*****

At last! The end of the week! I'm so tired. I can't believe I slept 3:00 in the morning. Draco and I spent last night talking, while he planted Bubotuber seeds in the greenhouses. It's been a totally tough and rough week, but I came through. I went into the Great Hall and looked for Harry and Ron. I spotted them near the middle of the Gryffindor table, talking to Lavender.

I walked toward them. I was a bit sleepy, so I didn't quite know where I was going. I sat down on the Gryffindor table, but I didn't know something else was there. "Hermione!" Harry cried, as he snatched something white on the chair before letting me sit down. "Watch it!" The white thing said. I goggled at the creature. It was HEDWIG. And she was TALKING. "What the-?" I said, stepping back. I wasn't sleepy enough to hallucinate an owl talking.

"Don't worry Herm" Ron laughed. I sat down. "It was an unfortunate accident," Hedwig said. I stared at her. "Do you know, that it is so weird to hear an owl talking." I said. "But she IS cute" Lavender insisted. Harry snorted. Ron chuckled. "What?" Lavender asked. "Lavender's been trying to cover up the damage she caused on Hedwig." Ron explained. "So what did she do?" I asked curiously. "Well." Hedwig began to say. "Uh.Hedwig, I don't really think I want to hear it from you. I mean, I'm tired and all, but I don't need a talking owl to make me think I need psychological help." I told her. She scowled.

"Well, Lavender was given detention for what reason I don't know." Harry said. Lavender frowned. "Ugh, I was just out to take a walk" she said irritably. "Yeah whatever. Anyway, her detention was to feed all the owls in the Owlery." Harry continued. "But, she was carrying Veritaserum with her for what reason I also don't know." Ron said. "I just finished my Potions homework and decided to carry it along with me during detention." Lavender interrupted. "Right" Harry said with a hint of sarcasm. "Anyway, she went up to the Owlery, and fed the owls. When it was Hedwig's turn." Ron continued, but I smiled and interrupted. "Don't tell me." I began.

"Yup," Harry said, reading my mind. "She accidentally switched the bottle of Owl food with the Veritaserum." Lavender slammed her hand on the table, making a few people stare. "It was dark in the Owlery! I didn't even know it was Hedwig I was feeding!" she said furiously, and stalked out of the Great Hall. Harry and Ron laughed. "Lavender sure has a serious problem with her temper" Ron remarked. I rolled my eyes. Hedwig screeched. "What??" Harry exclaimed, as Hedwig flew around his head and landed on his arm again. "Stop laughing and figure out what's happened to me! The other owls are going to stare at me all night!" she cried, making a LOT of people stare.

Harry and Ron looked at me. "Any ideas?" they asked. I thought for a moment. "Well." I started, "Veritaserum has a different affect on animals than they do to humans. I suppose it'll wear off either tonight or early tomorrow." I finished. Hedwig screeched again. "What?? AURGH!! Well, you can expect I'm not going to talk to either three of you the whole time I've got a voice!!!" she shouted, as she flew away. Harry blinked. "Wow. I never knew Hedwig was THAT short-tempered." He said thoughtfully. I giggled. "Don't worry. It's the side effects of the potion. It'll also wear off," I said. Ron frowned in thought. "Hey.do you think Lavender also had a dose of the potion.I mean she's cranky and all." he said. Harry laughed. "So Herm, you're finished with Malfoy?" he asked. I nodded. "Good thing too. He was becoming so annoying I was almost tempted into doing the Imperius curse on him and make him jump into the lake!" I said. They both laughed hysterically. Of course, it was all a lie. Draco and I have been getting along well, miraculously. He and I have pretty much in common, and he's actually nice once you get to know him.

The rest of the day went by in a second. Before I knew it I was already in my dormitory, listening to Parvati's soft snores. I kind of miss Draco. Oh my gosh, did I just say that? I must be sick or something. But, I hate to admit it, my temperature's not high and I don't think my brain's playing tricks, but I actually miss him. The way he talks, and looks at me if I asked him a hard question. And I've got this weird sensation going on inside of me whenever I think of him. Oh no. I think this weird sensation is pretty familiar to me!