Disclaimer- I own a camera, computer, a t.v., a curling iron, a guitar, headphones, no where does it say Harry Potter, that's not mine tear
Hey everyone one! thanx for all the reviews
Cavechick- lol Trust me I'm going to be writing more.
Burnsybabe- That's one of the reason's I put the diary in... just to give it a bit of 'I can't believe him!'
SwTnDrEaMyPnAy03- I have the same feeling's about my diary, though it did fall in the hands of one of the guys I like at school shudder that was the end of that diary lol.
Arestoktra- Yeah I'm srry for chap twelve being so fast paced. I was kinda hyper..... plus I just wanted to get some parts out of the way.
srry to anyone else who thought it was kinda fast....I'll try not to do it again.
"Just tell us what's wrong....how can we possibly tell you everything's going to be fine if you don't tell us what's wrong in the first place." Ron sighed to the girl that was curled up in a ball in the best chair in the common room. "Or at least get into a different chair, being on something so nice when you're so.....sad I'm taking it, will only make it worse." he really liked that chair.
"Ron! Go....do something that can't hurt anyone." Harry said, pushing Ron away from the chair.
"She's been in that damn chair for hours. She hasn't moved." Ron said looking back at Hermione before turning to go to a table.
"He didn't mean it, Hermione. You know he didn't he's just being Ron." Harry said, patting her on the knee. "What's wrong?" he asked when she didn't move, only sniffed louder than before.
"I told him.....I told him." she sobbed. "I can't believe it Harry. What am I going to do? He know's now." she said looking up at him, her eyes red.
"Told who what?" he asked, sitting on the arm of the chair.
"Draco.....no Malfoy, that I liked him." she said, sighing as if Harry should have known all along.
"Oh.." Was his only response.
"What?!"
'There it goes.' Harry said to himself, looking over at Ron, who was rounding the table to get closer to Hermione.
"Ron...not now." Harry warned.
"What do you mean not now Harry? She just said she liked Malfoy! Didn't you catch that part?" Ron said standing in front of Hermione with a look of horror on his face. "You told him you fancied him? Are you off your rocker Hermione? Why did you do that?"
"It's not like I was planning all along to blurt it out. I'd rather slide down a razor blade into alcohol." she said, shuttering at the thought of what Draco could be telling everyone at that very moment.
"As interesting as that ride sounds, I think you should do something about this. You said it so you have to deal with it." Harry, the voice of reason for once, said to the still sobbing Hermione.
"Well I know I have to talk to him. But it's going to be so hard. It was like he knew I liked him. When I told him he just sat there. It was so embarrassing Harry." Hermione said looking up at Harry with a pitiful expression.
Wait...he hadn't seemed too surprised when she told him.
"Well Malfoy thinks he can get any girl he wants.... of course he wasn't surprised. Come on Hermione it can't have been that bad. Maybe you didn't even tell him. Maybe you just thought so hard about it you just thought you said something about it." Great, now he was trying to be a shrink.
"Harry...even if she didn't say it, she was still thinking it. That's just a tad wrong if you ask me. She's mental if she..... Ow!"
Hermione looked up at Ron, who was holding his side and glaring at Harry, who was smiling down at her like she was five.
"I know what happened Harry. He even asked me......this is so horrible. Even my nightmares don't get this bad. Help me!" she said standing up to walk over to the window.
"Thank you." Ron said going to sit down in the chair he wanted in the first place.
"Don't worry Hermione. We can say you had a....a lack of sleep. That should be able to work, seeing as how you haven't had a decent nights sleep in how long?" he asked, getting comfortable.
"Ron you're not helping." She heard Harry tell him in a quite voice.
"Well someone has to keep a head on the reality side." he argued.
"Ron...shut up." Hermione said turning to look at him.
"Hermione.....do you really fancy him?" Harry asked.
"....Not exactly." she answered after a couple seconds of silence.
"That's not an answer!" Ron pointed out from the chair.
"Well.....I don't feel like answering yet. Just....let me think about it for a while." she said in hopes to have time to think ab out the loaded questions Harry asked.
"Fine what ever. Harry play me in wizards chess." Ron said pointing his wand to the board and pieces. He muttered something and sighed when nothing happened.
"What was that?" Hermione said, walking closer to him.
"Nothing." he said blowing out a breath before getting up. "Come on Harry."
With Ron and Harry busy Hermione went to her dormitory and got out her diary. "Interesting." Draco muttered to himself as he read Hermione's newest entry, that was still be finished.
Funny thing, the spell he cast allowed him to see what was being written and every time he opened the thing Hermione's writing was flowing over the page.
"Well of course I didn't look surprised!" he exclaimed, before lowering his voice and looking around the empty common room.
Goyle and Crabbe had gone home the second day of break, how Draco didn't know or care but they were gone. He was reading the diary and Hermione wrote on how she finally told 'that boy', as she put it, that she like him, and he didn't even seem surprised, imagine that.
"Well, this boy fancies you too, don't doubt." he muttered, sounding none to pleased about the confession.
He read the new entry and smiled. She was probably reading a book right now. She was always reading. He sat back and thought about the muggle-born girl that had his full attention any other time. He didn't know what made him like her, she was bossy, muggle, a know-it-all, everything he didn't like. What was it about her.
The whole slide down a razor thing wasn't mine. I got it from some book. can't remember. srry the chaps short. i've been busy.
plz review...not that I'm begging or anything, it would just be nice lol.