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Note: Sorry!!! Sorry!!! Sorry Sorry Sorry again!!! I haven't updated in ages! Well here goes with Hermione. This is all quite random stuff, and spontaneous. I just sit on my computer and type type type! And then post. I'm sure you didn't want to know that, did you? Oh well.
Chapter 8
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December 1rst
OH no oh no oh nooooooo!!! It's not fair!!! I have to go to the DURSLEYS for Christmas. The DURSLEYS. And at the Dursleys…there's Dudley!!! Big, fat, ugly stupid DUDLEY who has a CRUSH on me. It couldn't get any worse! [I'm starting to be like Emily B. Starr from Emily of New Moon that I read when I was a muggle. I'm using italics!]
Luckily Harry will be there. I'll talk to him about coaxing Ron to come. And I'll bring some dung bombs and things of the sort. When I get out from 4 Privet Drive, Dudley will be sorry he ever messed with me.
But wait! What did he do to me? He only looked at me with puppy eyes, almost drooling all over my dress. I may be exaggerating, but it is Dudley.
I loooooooooooove Malfoy and my cousin next to him. I consider Dudley as a slug.
By the way I made Rita Skeeter give me her quill! It's way quicker to write, though sometimes it starts gossiping and writing stuff it already wrote for Rita in the Prophet. But I'll file down its rough edges for him. It's no big deal.
Now I guess I'll go to bed because it's like midnight and I don't want to wake the other girls up with this scratching. Good night diary, until next time
Hermione
