Disclaimer: Not JKR! Don't own HP! This is the last one. And no, future chapters are not by JKR!
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A.N- Hi! I forgot to add something to the last Author's Note I left. I wanted to apologize for switching off between first person and third person. I know that it's probably VERY annoying, but thanks for-erm-putting up with it, I guess. At least you get this far! PLEASE REVIEW!
Chapter Four-DEAR DIARYThere's no need for a witty or smart first sentence, because there's no cool or nice way of saying this. I got my trunk. That was plain and simple. There's no way to flourish getting a trunk. But there's was something in the trunk that was important, and I needed it if I was going to be there for who-knows-how-long. My diary:
HERMIONE'S DIARY……..
Dear Diary,
You won't believe anything that I'm about to write in here. This is by far the strangest entry yet. I got kidnapped. By Malfoy. And he's being nice! Things just keep getting weirder. I'm not here as prisoner. For some reason, it feels like I'm a guest or something. So here's what happened:
I heard two people talking in the library today while I was trying to start my Potions homework. Ron was being an arse at lunch, so I just got up and went to the library. It's as simple as that. As I was writing, I heard Malfoy talking to someone. I still don't know who that person is. He was talking about being a spy and keeping secrets from the "others", whomever the "others" may be. He was also talking about getting help from a girl. I realized that I would be in major trouble if I stayed, so I quickly hightailed it out of there. Apparently I wasn't quiet enough though, because he heard me.
When I thought that the coast was clear, I turned around and stop running, but there he was. He was right behind me. He told me how no one could know about what we had talked about, and that he couldn't let me tell any of my friends. So he stunned me, and I wound up here. In Malfoy Manor.
I thought that he was working under Voldemort's order, and I still kind of think that he is. But it's just the way that he talked. He was being nice; too nice. He said that it was because the person that he was taking orders from said so. It truly makes no sense at all. He says that I'm not ready to know the truth. Not knowing things annoys me so much, and this is definitely me being kept away from the truth. I feel ignorant.
Well, anyways, things here aren't so bad, aside from the fact that this is Malfoy, although it's so obviously killing him to be nice to me. His pain is my pleasure. I know that that sounds so mean, but it's true. He treated me like garbage for the past, oh say, six years. Of course his pain is my pleasure. I love revenge, especially if he did this upon himself.
Well, I'll write more later. I have to go see if I can use my wand here, and not to escape. I must find out what Malfoy is all about.
Always,
Hermione
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"Malfoy? When will I be ready to know the truth? What girl were you talking about?"I asked the next day during breakfast.
"Will you please stop asking me! You will know when I am ready to tell you, because I will tell you when you are ready. Does that make any sense to you?"
"Of course it does, because I'm not an idiot. You may think that I am, but I'm not. I can figure things out on my own."
"Try. Just try, Granger. You can't get everything. You may get something, cut most certainly not everything. But perhaps I'll tell you this week, Granger. Stay on your toes. It may just slap you right in the face, Mudblood."
I turned on my heels and turned my back to him, walking away with my head held high. I will know what's going on.