Chapter 8:
The Realization
Hermione came back that night feeling very annoyed. Malfoy had been…well…nothing. That was what annoyed her. He wasn't mean, he certainly wasn't nice (was he ever?) actually…he was…indifferent. How could he completely ignore her? Better yet, how could she even care what he was like towards her. She'd gotten over…hadn't she?
"I think I'll read more. See how idiotic he is this time." She said quietly to her self and got the diary.
Dear Diary,
Pug-Face came in. Why won't she leave me alone? WHY GOD WHY! I think I know that answer actually. BECAUSE SHE'S A DUMBASS, AND CAN'T TAKE A HINT! It annoys me to no end. And Hermione…GRANGER, I MEANT GRANGER! Her name isn't Hermione. I just have to keep repeating that in my head. Not Hermione, not Hermione, not Hermione. GRANGER! GRANGER! GRANGER! Alright…that was a total waste of paper. I need to look up that spell that Flitwick was talking about in class today. No one else even knows about it except me and GRANGER. We're the only ones that were intelligent enough to pay attention. Oh well, anyways, back to Pug-Face. When Granger stood up for her…I pretty much died from surprise. And then Pug-Face went and told her…grrrr…that Slytherin Bitch is a…well…bitch. That's all I can express. That's all I care to express. I don't have the energy. I spent all of it bad-mouthing Granger.
Well, I'd best be off, doing some-what more important things to do.
Draco
Hermione's eyes widened. He had called her Hermione. And then tried to cover it up. That was…sweet. How strange was that. 'maybe he's not so bad after all…' she thought and turned the page.
Dear Diary,
I hate myself and my thoughts of treason. I can't believe it but…I think I'm falling in love. And…it's…painful. Especially since I know she doesn't like me at all. I'm the bane of her existence, she told me once. And you know, I kind of feel bad about me and my stupid-ass remarks. Always calling her names. And here people (namely her) are thinking I'm heartless. I used to think so too. Oh well. I feel really bad though. Maybe I should apologize. But…then she'd wonder why, and I'd have to tell her…and then she'd hate me even more. I can't believe I'm in love with a mud-blood. The mud-blood. If she ever figured this out. My life would be ruined.
Draco
Hermione suddenly became more scared then she ever had. Draco Malfoy…he…he…no, it was impossible. She would have to confront him tomorrow. For now, it was time to sleep…well…to think for a couple of hours in the dark.
Tea-and-cake-or-death: Yeah, I know I don't really write that much. I'm going through a rough stage, and I need to sort things out. I'm really sorry, I wish I had time on my hands. It would make me a hell-of-a lot happier. Again, sorry, I'll try to write every other chapter. I made a commitment, and I'm going to stick with it.