Friday, August 31st

9:30pm

my room

I'm off to Hogwarts tomorrow. Year six. This is crazy – it feels like just yesterday I was getting my Hogwarts letter and finding out that I was a witch. All of the things that are now so commonplace were so foreign to me back then.

Sixth year. Wow.

I wonder if I'll finally get a boyfriend.

Wait. Why do I care? I don't even WANT a boyfriend. I want to concentrate on my schoolwork, of course.

Well, I must get my sleep. Pip pip.

Saturday, September 1st

11:32 am

on the Hogwarts Express

What, may I ask, is the point of shipping us all of to school on a Saturday? We don't start classes until Monday, for heaven's sake.

I hate this train. The ride takes forever and it's insanely boring. Not to mention I'm stuck in a compartment with two complete loons (Harry and Ron) who, sadly, are my best friends. Oh, and Ginny's here too. She's practically sitting on Harry's lap.

Ron, of course is practically sitting on MY lap, trying to read what I'm writing. I've just told him I'm writing a letter to Viktor. Now he's sitting across from me again looking slightly disgruntled.

Loon.

12:49 pm

The sweets trolley has just come and gone. Harry and Ron are eating those stupid every flavor beans. It's actually quite funny – they're always getting awful ones and then falling about swearing. Ron seems to be having crap luck for he is always getting awful ones.

12:53 pm

Ron's just got a sour milk flavored bean. I didn't think his face – or anyone's, for that matter – could turn that particular shade of green.

"Why Ron, that shade of green suits you perfectly." I said sweetly.

Ron leaped up and plucked at his stupid jumper, thinking I meant IT suited him (which it didn't, it clashed terribly with his hair). He began blushing wildly, and his face looked alarmingly like a demented Christmas tree, what with the red and green splotches.

"Yes, the color of your face makes you look ever so much better. Not to mention, it doesn't clash with your hair near as much as your normal skin tone."

Harry and Ginny rolled about laughing for ages.

Ron just gave me a hurt puppy dog look and went back to his seat to sulk.

4:15pm

STILL on the blasted train

I'd sleep, but Ron might molest me.

6:02 pm

Thank you, baby Jesus!! We have finally arrived back at Hogwarts! Well, Hogsmeade. But still. Dear, sweet Hogwarts is only a ten minute horseless carriage ride away. It's like heaven in four hundred and fifty-seven rooms and a greenhouse.

6:45 pm

The sorting has just finished. Is it me, or is there fewer and fewer students being sorted into Gryffindor each year? Dumbledore also introduced our new DADA teacher. Her name is Matilda Morgan. She's about six foot one, scrawny as a scarecrow with thick goggly glasses and curly blond har. She doesn't look to be one you'd want to cross.

Urgh. Ron was in the middle of a huge mouthful of glop and said to, "Wa war 'oo wying, 'Mione?"

I think that translates roughly to "What are you writing, Hermione?"

I just gave him a look of deepest disgust and loathing. Stupid loon.

9:12 pm

Ahh. Bed.

9:15 pm

Parvati and Lavendar won't stop giggling. I may have to give them detention.

9:17 pm

Used the Silencing Charm on them. Hah.

9:22 pm

Mmm…warm beddy bed bed.

9:23 pm

That's been warmed by a house-elf.

9:24 pm

Zzzzz….

Monday September 3rd

8:00 am

Breakfast, great hall

Lavendar and Parvati were still "not speaking" to me this morning for putting the Silencing Charm on them Saturday night. At first I was a bit alaramed and thought that the counter charm hadn't worked. I tried to explain to them the sensibilosity of it but they wouldn't listen.

Fine, I don't care anyways.

9:12 am

DADA

Professor Morgan is a prat. I'd rather have Umbridge again.

9:14 am

Accidentally said that out loud to Harry. He cuffed me with a roll of parchment. Luckily Stupid M. didn't notice. I wonder if she can see at all through those ugly goggle-like glasses.

10:03 am

Herbology

Stupid M. gave us a three-foot essay on "Muggle Awareness of the Fascinating (not) Banshee." When she said it Ron looked like he was going to cry.

8:15 pm

Common room

Finished Stupid M.'s essay, even though it's not due until Wednesday. Also finished Sprout's assignment on the sleep patterns of the Venemous Tentacula. Got halfway through McGonagall's essay on "Explain and identify seven problems which can arise when performing cross-species transfigurations" and finished my Rune translations. Ron called me a swot.

Prat.

Just because I want to do well in school, he calls me a swot. I'll show him.

8:20 pm

Going to bed. Us swots need our sleep.

8:39 pm

Parvati hogged the loo for so long I nearly wet my knickers. She and Lavendar are still not speaking to me. Stupid prats. Really. I thought the whole Silencing Charm thing was v. funny. Parvati only let me into the loo after I threatened to unlock the door magically and take a picture of her in her knickers to pass around to everyone.

8:43 pm

Should've done it. The hilariosity would know no bounds.

9:01 pm

Perhaps tomorrow.

9:13 pm

Hehehehehe.

9:15 pm

I'm not really a swot, am I?

Tuesday September 4th

8:05 am

Breakfast

Went up to Ron at breakfast.

"Ron, am I really a swot?"

"What?" He looked at me in a state of confusosity. I sighed.

"Last night? In the common room? You called me a swot?"

"Yeah. So?"

Honestly. It is like talking to Grawp. If Ron starts calling me 'Hermy' I may have to kill him.

"Ron! Concentrate! I asked you if you really think I'm a swot!"

"Oh." He reached over and patted my hand. "Of course you're not. You're just…"

"Just what?"

"Just…" he thought for a moment. "Just….eager to please."

Ginny spat her orange juice out all over her plate and laughed. Juice was dribbling down her chin, stupid dithering dribbly dribbler. Harry dove down to "retrieve his fork" but I distinctly heard him laughing under the table.

Really. It's not even that funny.

Arithmancy

9:50 am

'Eager to please'?! It makes me sound like some kind of prozzie!!

History of Magic

10: 15 am

Oh god. Ron thinks I'm a prozzie! The first time he – or anyone – tries to give me money I'll punch him square in the nose.

7:37 pm

Common Room

Once again, I have finished all of my homework. I may die of sheer bordosity. Also, we have double DADA with Stupid M. tomorrow. I think I might cry.

Wednesday September 4th

Double DADA

11:03 am

Got my essay back, with an 'O'. Felt good about this until I discovered that so had Harry and Ron. And Ron's essay wasn't even about banshees.

Am incredibly offended.

11:12 am

Haha. 'O' for Offended.

11:13 am

God, what is wrong with me?

2:05 pm

Transfiguration

That…that COW! Stupid M. gave us another essay!! This one is titled "Explain the three Unforgivable Curses." And she's made it FOUR feet long!! What can you say about the Unforgivable Curses that lasts four feet? And anyways, we learned all of that in fourth year.

On the brighter side, I received an 'O' on Mcgonagall's essay and successfully transfigured my wombat into a gecko.

5:00 pm

That Stupid M. has a fancy for Ron!! If you'd have seen the way she talked to him! It was sickening. When we came out of Transfiguration she was waiting for him.

"Oh, Mr. Weasley!" she trilled, nearly making me sick.

Ron looked round and then noticed her. "Oh, hello, Professor." She walked right up to him and giggled like a silly first year.

"I just wanted to tell you that I simply adored your essay and I can't wait to read your next one," she dithered, twiddling with her stupid curly blond hair.

Then she PATTED HIS CHEEK, giggled stupidly and floated off.

Ron looked all smug, of course. I was positively furious.

9:21 pm

Wait, why do I care?

Saturday September 7th

Common room

10:10 pm

I've just found this tucked inside my Transfiguration book:

I love you for reasons which have no beginning and no ending. I loved you even before I knew you, so that my love is without reason or design. Tell me to go and I will. But know first, if you turn me away, I will remember all my life the love that should have been ours, and when I'm stretched out cold, I will but love you better after death.

10: 12 pm

Is it possible to fall in love with someone you don't even know?

12: 25 am

I've deduced that it must have been slipped into my book when I popped off to the loo earlier today and left my transfiguration work open on one of the tables. So my secret admirer must be a Gryffindor.

12:30 am

But who???