March 15th
No. of letters received from Severus: 1
No. of alcoholic beverages drank (illegally) in attempt to drown sorrows: 42 (Very very bad!)
No. of chocolate bars, sweets and lollipops eaten in attempt to make sorrows very very ill: 326 (Ugh. Disgusting)
I received a letter this morning that has Ended My World. Quite literally, too.
Dear Hermione,
Ms. Granger, I really should call you, as you are a student, which is why I am writing to you. I wish to apologise for my irrational and simply disgraceful behaviour on March 7th. I must admit that this past year I have developed feelings for you, heaven knows why. You're an insufferable know-it-all, which I have called you before, you have wild hair that only sparks my interest in you in a most unnatural way. I long to touch your mane of hair, and this puzzles me greatly. I long to hold you in my arms, for unfathomable reasons. But no matter why or how or when, I do like you.
However. We can never be. I am 34 year old professor and you are a 17 year old student of mine. You are half my age and also I teach you. It is wrong on many levels to even have feelings for you, and it would be worse still to act on them.
I apologise Hermione. Please, do not speak of this to anyone.
Yours,
Severus Snape
Potions Master
Hogwart's School of Witchcraft & Wizardry
I have died. God damn him to hell! I thought my plan was working, and now this! Right, I need more alcohol.
02.56
Hehehehe, who needsh a man, huh? Shertaintly not me, no shiiiiree! Esshhpeshially Sheverush Shnape, hahaha... He ish very priddy, though... I musht pershervere... Hahahahaha, woah, my bedroom ish shpinning...
Ugh. I feel kinda shick... Ugh...
March 16th
No. of regrets about last nights drinking session: 473
No. of hearts still broken: 1
No. of lives over: 1 (Mine... Sniff)
Oh, how cruel is this world! Woe is me and all that rubbish.
14.52
Right. Have decided to make new start. After post-heartbreak hangover, took long bath to clear my head. Am feeling much better now and have decided to forget about Sev... Professor Snape. Will move on to nice boy of own age and forget I ever had feelings for the slimy, greasy haired monster.
16.13
Have emerged from dormitory with hair no longer frizzy mess in presentable clothes. Head still aching but no matter. Will become new woman.
17.43
Bugger. So far have had 72 daydreams about Professor Snape. Not healthy.
March 27th
Excellent progress. Have managed to develop actual crush on Ron. It is very very small, but very very real. Will initiate relationship.
12.46
Or maybe just a good snog.
12.49
Either is acceptable.
12.53
Bad girl.
April 2nd
Number of April fools jokes played on me: 14
Number of April Fools Jokes I played: 3
Number of snogs in two days: 16
Hurrah! Am once more back in the land of the living. I, Hermione Granger, have successfully secured a boyfriend. As of yesterday, Ron is my boyfriend. And ok, I did only have very slight feelings for him, but I'll grow to love him. Plus he is much better for me than a certain oily haired Professor.
22.17
And he is a most excellent snogger.
April 11th
No. of very naughty plans forming in my subconscious: 11
No. of daydreams about Ron: 4
No. of daydreams about Potions Master: 52 (.v. bad)
No. of Easter Dances to attend in exactly one weeks time: 1
No. of dates with Ron to Easter dance: 1
No. of dates with Potions Master to Easter Dance: 0
Oh joy unbounded. McGonnigal has announced a dance to celebrate Easter in exactly one weeks time. I am going with my boyfriend, Ron, of course. Can't help but feel a little sad that am not going with... No. Will not think that way.
Must find suitable outfit as we are all to wear muggle clothing. Was thinking denim mini that is short without being slutty, with my halter-neck top and ballet pumps.
16.12
Have decided to wear skinny leg jeans, same ballet pumps and stripy vest top instead. This just screams mature-inner-poised-glaciated-ice-queen-with-sincere-warm-heart-that-is-only-given-to-those-who-deserve-it-and-also-smart-and-pleasant-talker-to. At least I hope so.
16.39
Ummmm...
21.24
Ugh. Ate so much in attempt to smother sorrows in fat duvet. Don't know exactly why am sorrowful. I am a young girl, poised on the brink of womanhood, attractive-ish, with boyfriend and a date to Easter dance.
I guess it is because I am missing something...
21.42
Something called Severus Snape.
22.03
Sigh...