September 1, on the Hogwarts express 11:32

The whole reason I'm keeping this diary is because I read somewhere that it's good for human beings to record their thoughts and crap. And also for something to do in my free time. Right now Ron and Harry are sitting opposite me, yakking about Quidditch, and Ginny and Luna are sitting on the floor next to each other, finishing up some last minute potions homework from the summer. I did all of mine within the first week. I'd better clue you in on everything so you know what the hell I'm talking about.

Name: Hermione Jane Granger

Age: sixteen

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 102 lbs

Eye colour: honey (what mum calls it anyway)

Hair: brown, bushy, has a mind of it's own.

Best friends: Ron Weasley and Harry Potter

Crush: Ron Weasley

Other close friends: Ginny, Fred, George, Bill, and Charlie Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom

Friendly Acquaintances: Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Susan Bones, Ernie MacMillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hannah Abbot.

People I don't really like but put up with anyway: Cho Chang, Fleur Declacour, Marietta Edgecomb, Percy Weasley.

People I absolutely can't stand: Draco Malfoy and his army of Slytherin Minions

School: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

House: Gryffindor.

Favourite colour: hot pink

Pets: a cat, Crookshanks.

So there you have it. Any way…oh no…those silhouettes on the other side of the door look like…oh shit…

September 1, The Hogwarts Express 12:17 pm

Guess who that was? Hint: my least favourite people. Yep. Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle. Here's the conversation as best as I can remember

DM: Oh look boys, a whole compartment full of filth. Let's have a little fun, shall we?

VC&GG: Grunt, Snort, etc.

DM: Good. We'll get started then.

RW: Go away, Malfoy. And take them (jerks head towards Crabbe and Goyle) with you.

DM: why should I? We've got as much right to be here as you. In fact, I'd say we have more.

HG: Oh, cut the pureblood shit, Malfoy.

LL: yeah. Besides. It's not our fathers who are in Azkaban, is it?

DM: (turning slightly pink) How dare you. Besides, obviously you don't know what you're talking about. Father has just been released from Azkaban. It's in the paper. ere ( tosses a copy of The Daily Prophet at Luna)

LL: Well don't just stand there. I can't read with you smirking at me like that.

HG: Yes, Please Malfoy. Get out.

DM: Gladly. Let's go boys. (turns to leave) oh, wait Red, (turning to Ginny) this is for you. (tosses her a small box wrapped in green paper, then leaves, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle.)

RW,HG,HP,AND LL: what is it?

GW: Hold on you lot. I have to open it! (pulls paper off revealing a silver box with the words "Madame Empoura's Jewelry Shoppe, Diagon Alley" etched on it in gold. Pulls lid off box and rifles through gold tissue paper.)

She then pulled out the most beautiful necklace I have ever laid eyes on. It was a tiny ruby rose, hanging from a gold chain entwined with miniscule silver vines. Ginny sat the box aside while we all stared at the necklace. All of us that is, except Luna, who picked up the box warily, as though it might bite her, and extracted a glossy red card from the tissue paper. She read it through one to herself, gasped, then read it aloud for us all.

"A gift for the fairest rose on the vine. Red as your name. Love. DM"

"Holly shit! I'm gonna murder him!" yelled Ron.

"No…I won't stand for…he can't..what the…no…" Harry said, then stormed out of the room.

Luna simply gaped, Ginny fainted, and I gave a small yelp, jumping away from the letter and Luna still clutching it. Ron was standing right behind me, so when I jumped back, I landed on his feet, causing him to lose his balance and fall onto the nearest seat. He fell away from behind me so quickly that I lost my balance too and fell unceremoniously into his lap.

"What the hell is his bloody problem? Ron yelled.

"Stop cursing!" I screamed

"I will if you stay on my lap." Said Ron.

RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! THIS IS NO TIME FOR FLIRTING!" screamed Luna. Ron and I both blushed.

"Right." He mumbled. Then, I guess he forgot I was sitting on his lap, because he stood up really suddenly, causing me to fall to the floor. He then tripped over me, and fell down as well, right on top of me. And mind you, I was sprawled on my back, so now we were an even more sexually suggestive position.

"STOP IT!" Luna screamed.

"We didn't mean to!" Ron and I both yelled.

At that point, Harry burst back in, looking very proud of himself.

"Whadja to Malfoy?" Ron demanded.

"Well, let's just say that Marietta Edgecomb's face is nothing compared with Malfoy's."

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! WHAT HAVE YOU INFLICTED ON THAT POOR BOY?"

It was Ginny, who had come out of her dead faint as we had been speaking. She got up and stomped out of the room, still a little pale, but steady on her legs, managing to glare at Harry all the while!

Ron's mouth was hanging wide open. I finally went over to him, put one hand on the top of his head, one on his chin, and pushed until I heard his teeth snap together. He shook his head, as if trying to come out of a daze, blinked, then shook it again.

"Bloody hell!" he whispered. I couldn't help noticing when he talked, how his lips moved. How nice his lips are…what a good snog he'd be… mmmmmm…

Well, the train's pulling into Hogsmeade station, so I'd better end here.

Love, Mione.

September 2, 9:34 am, History of Magic with the fifth years

I told Ron that if he took notes I'd check them over and help him with his potions homework (which technically means doing it for him) but I am not in a note-taking mood right now. I'm actually in a Ron-watching mood. But first, about Ginny. She's speaking to Luna and me, but not to Ron or Harry. She says this is because Harry was "a total jerk" to Malfoy on the train yesterday (He finally told us that he'd cursed Malfoy with the bat-bogey hex.). Do you know what Ginny did? Well, of course you don't. Duh. Any way, she took it off him! Ginny Weasley lifted the bat bogey hex from Draco Malfoy. This is apparently because "It was so sweet how he wrote that note, and the necklace must have cost a fortune! Besides, he is kinda sexy looking…" Umm…HELLO? This is Ginerva Anne Weasley we're talking about. Not Lavender or Parvati! It makes me shudder just thinking about it. Anyway, on to Ronald watching…sighhhhhhh…

I love that shirt on him. Granted, it's part of the uniform, but he looks especially good in it. Of course, Ron would look good in a ragged old pillowcase…Ron in nothing but a pillowcase? Yummy! Wait Mione! Keep this PG13! Anyway, back to the shirt. It's got to be because of those muscles. THANK YOU QUIDDITCH GODS FOR LETTING RON ON THE TEAM SO HIS MUSCLES ARE EVEN BETTER LOOKING THAN BEFORE! His shirt's just a little too tight and it strains across his back and chest. His excruciatingly sexy back and chest. And his arms. I just love his arms. He always rolls up his sleeves when he's writing, so you can see those biceps. Yum yum... Mione wants… PG13! His hair. Right. I'll talk about his hair. Can you say 'the most gorgeous colour ever? And He wears it kind of longish and shaggy, with these cute little curls at the nape of his neck. Just looking at it makes me want to run my fingers through all that red perfection. Maybe if I snogged him it'd give me a chance to do that… run my fingers through his curls, feel his soft lips caressing mine as he wrapped those big, strong, sexy arms around me, snuggle into him and shiver with pleasure… I LVE RONALD WEASLEY! Uh-oh. Ginny's trying to read over my shoulder…did I mention Ron's shoulders…broad…muscular…oh shit. I think Ginny saw that. You know, that part where it says "I LOVE RONALD WEASLEY!" in gigantic letters. I haven't actually shared this bit of information with little Ginerva… oh! That's the bell! Got to go, I'll fill you in later,

Mione