Chapter 6
I hate them all!
Hermione woke up that morning a half-hour before breakfast, and was completely lost as to what to do. She was already done with her…well…everything. She had taken her shower 10 minutes before reading Draco's diary last night…wait…Draco's diary. She could read that for another half- hour. It was perfect. She could read at least 2 entries by then. She quickly opened it and turned to the right page.
Dear Diary,
Pansy (the whore she is) followed me upstairs to my room last night. She tried, and failed miserably, to get me to screw her. Now I am a man, who has no problem having sex with 99 percent of the girls at school. Pansy 'pug-faced' Parkinson, is that one percent I refuse to screw. Anyone I better then her! And I mean that in the worst way possible. She's disgusting!
Anyways, I've decided something. I've got a crush on someone. It's weird yes, but true. The worst part is, she won't even date me! How do I know? You ask? I'll tell you, because she's friends with my arch enemy. It's a small crush, and it'll be over soon I'm sure, but for the moment, I really wish she'd just shut up and kiss me. Sigh, oh well, I'll live. Stupid Gryffindor. Break everyone's heart. Oh well, I'll talk to you tomarrow…maybe…If I'm in the mood.
Draco
Hermione felt the need to wonder. Who was it he liked? Harry had a lot of friends. He was popular, of course he had friends. Half the school in fact. But it'd have to be someone in his inner circle. That was her, Ginny, Pervati, Lavender, Luna, Cristine, and a few others. She could rule out her and Luna, because she was a muggle-born, and Luna wasn't in Gryffindor. That left 3 more people. But then again…Cristine hadn't been in the circle until 6th year. Hmmm…Parvati or Lavender then. Whatever. She didn't care…did she? She turned the page.
Dear Diary,
I did it…it's the first, and only time, but I finally hit a girl. That's right, I hit Pansy. The problem is, Hermione actually cared. Yes, you heard me right, she cared. Mudblood Granger stuck up for pug-faced Parkinson. And Pansy didn't even say thanks. Granger hit me for the 2nd time in my life. I hate her. I hate all women! Perhaps I should just become Gay…no, to many hott girls. I can think of one that would turn any Gay guy strait, where as Parkinson would turn any strait guy gay. Yes, sadly, I've still got a crush on her. I refuse to tell you who she is. You'll never get it out of me! Alright… I like-
The entry stopped then, and Hermione had a feeling someone had come up the stairs just then. And looked at her clock. 10 minutes. She should get dressed…
Tea-and-Cake-or-Death: I've finally been able to do it. Don't you love me now? I think Wyter's better though. Ah well, more experience does a lot for people. Darn my inexperience. Well, I'll do the next chapter too.