*~*Chapter Eight*~*

Dear Diary,

               Well, it took Ron a little while (TWO DAYS WITH MY HELP) to realize what he did wrong.  I was sitting in the library today and he comes in looking like he's on top of the world.  He just sat down next to me, started doing his work, and went about his business like NOTHING was wrong.

                Well as soon as I finished my sentence on the paper I was doing, I stood up, accidentally stepped on his foot firmly, and gathered my stuff.  Before he could say anything my bag whacked him in the head and I was gone.

                I went to Hagrid's, and I talked to him for a little while.  He reassured me that I was beautiful, but it didn't really help.  I've never doubted my own looks.  I think I'm very pretty.  I'm past that.  The thing that made me mad was how he acted like he did nothing wrong.  He didn't care that he was completely ignoring my feelings by talking about how wonderful and goddess-like that stupid bitch girl was.  He didn't even care that I was mad!  So after talking to Hagrid a little over tea, I took my bag and restarted my work on the front steps of the school.  It was a lovely day, anyways.

                I finished my Potions paper in no time, but before I could start on my Charms homework, Ron found me.   See:

Ron: Mione, I'm so glad I found you.  We need to talk.

Me:  *snort* Really, what tipped you off?

Ron: What?  Look, I'm sorry I said anything that hurt you.

Me: Oh really, Ronald!  And what exactly DID you say that hurt me?

Ron: *stands there looking stupid*

Me: Ha! You don't know!  God how ignorant can you be?

Ron:  Mione, you don't—

Me: *cuts him off* Don't even call me that Ronald!  Do you want to know why I've been mad at you for the past two days?  I'll TELL YOU!  First, when you decided to go on and say how amazingly beautiful Amanda Courtier is, you just left me hanging there!  I tried to let it go, ignore how you called her the prettiest Prefect EVER when I myself am the HEAD of Prefects.  Then you didn't even understand THAT and thought you can't compliment people!  Of course you can!  You just don't say right to your girlfriend's face that some girl is prettier than her! YOU DON'T!

Ron:  Hermione, I'm very sorry.  I didn't think about what I said.  I didn't know you were so hung up on how you look, and I'll be more careful about what I say, okay?

Me:  YOU IMBECILE! I DON'T CARE ABOUT HOW I LOOK!

Ron:  Then why are you so mad about me saying that Amanda was pretty?

Me:  I DIDN'T! But you didn't even care that it hurt to hear you say she was prettier than me!  THAT'S why I'm so mad!  Because you're so IGNORANT!

Me: *storms off now*

                So, that's what happened, Diary.  That's not even the *best* part of my day!  Thirty minutes later, I took a walk out by the Quidditch Pitch. After a walk around the WHOLE Pitch, which is rather big if I do say so myself, I fetched a book from my bag and took a seat in the stands.  The Slytherin team was practicing, but I could care less about them, so I read.  I'd gotten through a few chapters of a novel Ron's mum lent me when I the bench shook a little.  Looking up, much to my dismay, there stood Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy:  Well well, what have we here?

Me:  We have me, reading, and you putting yourself at risk of "falling" off the Quidditch stands.  (This is where I made little quotes with my fingers.)

Malfoy:  Feisty, aren't you?  Don't worry Granger, I'm not here to pester you.  In fact I thought I'd let you know that it's almost dinner time.

Me:  And why do you care if I miss dinner?

Malfoy:  Well, can't have you starving can we?

Malfoy: *smiles GENUINELY SMILES and flies off*

                That's the most bizarre thing ever.  Malfoy.  Being nice.  TO ME.  I actually pinched myself rather hard when he left, but it was real.  I told Ginny about it, and she laughed!  She told me that he must have discovered Muggle drugs.  That's a laugh and a half!

                Dinner of course, was boring.  Ron did the smart thing and avoided me.  Word from Harry is that he's currently trying to figure out how to apologize without making himself an even bigger arse.  That's got to be challenging for a dunce like himself.  Good lord, I'm harsh on him aren't I?  Oh well, he deserves it, the ponce!  I'm so angry at him for not even thinking about why I might be mad!  He just wants to snog, that's it!  He could care less about actually being there for me and my feelings.

                I'm going to get some sleep now, because if I keep ranting about stupid Ronald Q. Weasley then I'll never be able to sleep.  I'll write more tomorrow, Diary!

xoxox

Hermione

AN - Yay!  Another chapter!  Hey guys, for anyone I left hanging, I'M SO SORRY!  I didn't mean to leave you guys hanging here, I've just been so busy!  But today I had nothing to do and I realized I really needed to keep this thing going!  So please forgive me for being such a trollop and forgetting about this!  And please review!  Even just to say "FINALLY!" or how mean I am!  I love you all!