A/N: Thanks to all my fabulous reviewers for this chapter! You rock soooo much! Thanks to:
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And now, our feature presentation… Chapter 3- Diary dilemmas. Enjoy!
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Dear Diary,
Today was a complete disaster. Why? Because of three reasons really.
That stupid Valentine
'Mione's mad at me.
That stupid Valentine
Maybe I should start from the beginning. Oh shi-
Sorry about that. Seamus just came barging in, and I had to quickly shut my hangings on the bed I can't let ANYONE know I write a diary or my ultra cool reputation will be ruined.Where was I again? Oh yeah…
I woke up really early, to put the finishing touches to the Valentine for 'Mione . It was really hard, because the charm for the damn butterflies was really difficult, and the stupid things wouldn't even go in the envelope. I was really hoping she'd like it, because I know how she likes butterflies. Anyway, I then legged it down to the Great Hall, before anyone was possibly, maybe even starting to THINK about getting up, and carefully put it on top of the table at her usual place, second chair from the end. I triple-checked the place, I didn't want some first year opening it instead
I had spent such a lot of time on it; I even got Neville to write out her name on the envelope, for fear of my handwriting being recognized. Oh Merlin, what if she thinks it's from Neville and chucks into the bin before even opening it? Ah! I'm so anxious . . .
As I was worriedly going over every terrible possibility, I wasn't really concentrating on where I was going, so naturally, I ran smack bang into someone, that someone being Harry.
"Ron!" he said, looking surprised. "Where have you been?"
"Ur… just been for a walk." I said, practically feeling my face turn tomato red. Luckily Harry to take my feeble excuse as if it were the truth, and we made our way to the Great Hall, talking about the Chudley Cannons disastrous match last night (lost to Puddlemere United- Oliver's team. What a nightmare!)
We sat in our normal places at the table and watched the rest of the school drag themselves up and gradually filter through the double doors, looking rather more glamorous than usual, and a lot more excited. We watched Ginny open lots of magical cards and presents. As long as nothing comes of these Valentines, it's alright. I don't want her being some sort of . . . scarlet woman.
As she was opening each card, Harry was getting tenser and tenser. He looked really weird, like angry and jealous at the same time. I don't know why. Maybe today brings back painful memories of 'His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad'. Ha ha ha! I'm laughing out loud at the mere memory of it! Good thing Seamus has gone out or he would think I'm a right lunatic, laughing my head off all by myself. Got to keep up my reputation!
Anyway, just then Ginny opened that HILARIOUS valentine from Crabbe and we were all laughing really hard, then I looked over at the Slytherin table and my heart stopped, I swear.
'Mione was walking down the aisle between the tables grinning, and looking really…well…AMAZING. She was wearing a top I'd never seen before and her jeans hugged her in all the right places.
I tried to play it cool as she sat down, but all the while growing tenser and tenser. Eventually, she spotted me glancing at her and I quickly pointed the valentine out to her. But get this – she thought it was from VICKY of all people! I then went on to make a right prat out of myself, practically giving it away. Why can't I have a little more self-control?
'Mione opened the card and she loved it, I could tell. Her eyes lit up and she had a dreamy expression on her face for the rest of breakfast.
The rest of the day passed normally, we went to see Hagrid (he gave us that disgusting beef stew again- I found two horns in it!), 'Mione went to Charms club with Ginny and me and Harry played Exploding Snap.
At around 9 o'clock, 'Mione came back from the club and that's when the trouble started.
She came in and settled herself in her favourite squashy armchair and said happily,
"Wow that was so interesting! Professor Flitwick taught us a new charm, look-"
She pointed her wand at Harry, did a very complicated flicky thing with it and said 'longum barbus'. Harry immediately grew a huge black beard.
I was instantly creased up with laughter, but Harry screamed, yes actually screamed, and yelped,
"HERMIONE! What have you done!"
I tried to calm down, but I only had to take one look at Harry frantically clawing at his new facial hair, before cracking up again.
"Ron!" said 'Mione sharply. "Don't laugh at Harry! He looks quite handsome with a beard!"
This made me sober up fast. Handsome! Handsome! Why can't she find ME handsome? I've only fancied her for, oh, 4 YEARS!
I sat on the floor suddenly angry. 'Mione performed the counter charm on Harry, who looked immensely relieved and for the next 5 minutes kept running his hand over his smooth chin. Paranoid or what?
Harry and 'Mione were chatting about Potions, not noticing my silence or cold looks before I said curtly,
"'Mione, did you find out who sent you the valentine yet?" 'Mione shook her head.
I continued,
"I doubt it was Krum, he's engaged, and anyway was much older than you." I said with a sneer in my voice, instantly regretting the words as they came out of my mouth. What was up with me? Why did I have to get so overprotective and vicious?
'Mione stood up suddenly, knocking Crookshanks off her lap. Her eyes were narrowed and blazing. I was in for it now…
"So…you think that I'm not pretty enough for a guy 4 years older than me? Is that what you're saying?" she said in a quiet and dangerous voice.
Uh-oh. I immediately knew I'd gone too far. All my anger instantly disappeared as I looked into her big brown eyes, which were still incredibly pretty, even when they were blazing with anger.
"'Mione, look, I'm really sor-"
"And another thing!" she said shrilly, her voice rising. "Stop having a go at Viktor! Anyone would think you're…you're…JEALOUS or something!"
"'Mione-" I began, but with a terse 'goodnight' to Harry, she stalked out of the room, clutching Crookshanks to her chest.
"Woah." said Harry, looking shocked. "What happened there?"
"I dunno," I said, trying to sound casual, "Maybe its that time of month again, you know what I mean?" Harry looked confused.
"IT IS NOT!" yelled 'Mione, who had come down to fetch her Charms book. With a last irritated grunt, muttering something that sounded like 'Boys! So insensitive!' she left the room, leaving me and Harry to say our glum goodnights.
So, that's what happened today. I'd better go now, there's a Quidditch match tomorrow! Groan… I'm going to muck it up as usual. Could my life get any worse? Probably…
Roonil Wazlib
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"Poor Daddy." said Molly quietly, before giving her dad a kiss on the cheek.
"You were a bit insensitive though, Dad, 'time of the month'! Honestly!" said Jane cheekily, grinning at her mum.
Hermione laughed, and said to Ron,
"That was fascinating! It was like a window into your head." She paused thoughtfully and hugged him. "I'm sorry about making you jealous." She whispered, and Ron toyed with her hair and said,
"It's all right, it all worked out in the end didn't it?"
Hermione looked up at him and smiled. "Yes, yes it did."
"Come on!" whined Rose, "We want to hear the story!"
Hermione settled herself more comfortably and began.
"The next day, your Uncle Harry was looking for me…"
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Coming next chapter….Hermione gives a certain someone some advice…