To whom it may concern -
Personally, I think this whole thing is stupid. Diaries are pointless wastes of time, if you ask me. I mean, writing letters to people is one thing. There's always purpose behind writing a letter. But what's the purpose in this? Writing my life down on paper for no one else to read; what good is it doing me? I don't know. Harry told me that it would be a great way to diminish my stress. He says I'm way too uptight, so he got me this notebook for the holidays. That's bullshit, really. My stress level is perfectly under control. Anyways, I seem to be rambling, but I honestly don't know where to begin.
Okay, I suppose I'll start with the basics. My name is Hermione Granger, and I'm 16 years old. I'm in my 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and I've already been named the most promising and brilliant witch of my time. I guess you can consider that an accomplishment, but it's not like I'm not paying a price for my intelligence. The only close friends I really have are Harry and Ron; most of the girls are intimidated by me. Or maybe I'm the one who's intimidated by them. I'm not quite sure how that works. I just know that the harsh truth is that a beautiful girl is going to be picked out of a crowd as opposed to a smart one. I guess that explains why I'm yet to have a boyfriend...
But that doesn't worry me. Honestly, it doesn't. I've got a lot going for me right now. I don't need a pesky boy to get in the way of my future. They really are more trouble than they're worth...at least that's what Ginny told me.
Have I said too much? I don't really know what I'm expected to write here, so I guess I'll leave it at that. I'll probably write more later, just to please Harry.
Until then,
Hermione
A.N: Here's where you guys review! The more reviews I get, the more dramatic this will get...and I know how you all love your drama!