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Chapter 3

Still the first day of Hogwarts, written in a leather-bound notebook in the Heads' common room 9:50

Well, I'm back. Just had to get out of my clothes into pajamas. They're new. I got them before school. They're those long flowing pants that look almost like a skirt with gold swirls on them and a gold top. They're quite pretty, actually.

Ooh, look Malfoy just came in. He looks kinda mad.

Ouch. That must've made a dent in the bar.

I probably should leave him alone.

On the other hand, I probably should tease him.

Leave alone…tease…leave alone…tease…

Tease. Definitely.

Gold script above Hermione's head 9:52

What's wrong?

Silver script over Draco's head 9:53

Stop smirking.

Gold script over Hermione's head 9:55

Don't you growl at me! I was just trying to help!

Now, what's wrong?

Flashing silver script over Draco's head 9:57

Blaise says hi.

Gold script over Hermione's head 9:58

What?

You can't order a firewhisky!

Silver script over Draco's head 10:00

I can do whatever I want!

Gold script over Hermione's head 10:02

Don't blame me when a teacher catches you.

Who is Blaise anyway?

Silver script over Draco's head 10:05

You don't know who Blaise Zabini is?

Gold script over Hermione's head 10:07

Oh…you mean that blond ass that hangs out with you?

Silver script over Draco's head 10:08

Shut up.

And yeah. He says hi.

Gold script over Hermione's head 10:10

I don't get it.

Silver script over Draco's head 10:12

Me neither, but apparently, he wants me to say that he says hi.


Gold script over Hermione's head 10:13

Whatever.

Silver script over Draco's head 10:14

Yeah.

Gold script over Hermione's head 10:16

'Night.

Silver script over Draco's head 10:17

'Night.

Black and white composition notebook in Draco's room 10:20

Wow. Stupidly, I told Hermione-GRANGER-that Blaise said hi. Well, its sorta good, cuz she called him an ass. Good, right?

Wait…why do I care? Uh, that's right. I don't.

Not at all.

Okay, enough that I wouldn't want Granger to be stuck with an idiot like Blaise. But that's as far as it goes.

…

Hermione's dream 1:25 am

This is a weird dream. Almost as if I was narrating it. Wow. Oh well. On with the dream.

Oh shit.

I don't wanna remember this.

But the dream says I have to. So I guess I will.

It was the first day of summer, and we had some new neighbors move in. There was a woman, a man, and a boy my age.

So like the good person my mother is, she baked chocolate chip cookies. Man those cookies are tasty. So I walked next door, and rang the doorbell. A tall boy answered the door. Since he looked kind of young to be the father, I assumed he was the boy my age. I smiled cheerfully and held out the cookies.

He smiled back shyly and took them. He was quite tall and was really tan, with dirty blond hair with a shag across his forehead. He had sharp blue eyes and his teeth were really really white. He was pretty cute.

"Hey," I said. "I'm your new neighbor, Hermione."

"Hi," he said softly. "I'm Dylan."

"Nice to meet you," I said happily. "Enjoy your cookies!"

I hopped down the steps and waved goodbye. He waved back and shut the door, so I walked back home, intent on finishing a good book.

The next day he asked me out.

Yeah, really, really weird. I had just met the dude. I didn't even know his last name! But he was pretty nice, so when he did, I said yes. I really didn't want to hurt his feelings, you know?

Well, the next day, we went to the movies. It was a remake of Grease, but I liked the original better. Nevertheless, we sat down and watched the movie. Neither of us liked it much, so in the middle we started talking. He was actually pretty interesting. He had moved a lot…but the weird thing was, he would never say why. I didn't really care. It's his choice, right?

I also noticed that he stuck close to me all the while. He would insist on sitting next to me instead of across, and so on and so forth. It was pretty odd.

But that was okay. Wasn't it?

(A/N: Sorry if you're confused. This dream will continue each night, and build up to why she's not talking)

The next day, chilly with clouds covering the sky

Written on a cloth napkin with the Gryffindor symbol on it, a smear of donut powder on the edge

Hey. You guys. What's your schedules?

I have Potions, the Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, then lunch.

Same here.

I still can't believe you're continuing Divination! It's so-

Hermione. Just tell us your damn schedule.

Touchy, touchy.

HERMIONE!

Ok! I have Potions, Ancient Runes, then all the rest that you guys have.

Excellent.

Great.

What's wrong?

Nothing!

Look, I saw those glances. What's up?

Uh…Ron will tell you!

I will?

You will?

Uh, I guess I will.

Then get on with it.

Er, we just…

You don't want me in your classes! Do you?

No, we do, it's just that…

Just that what?

That we don't like it when you bug us to pay attention.

Oh.

No offense, or anything, but it's really annoying.

Ouch!

That hurt!

I understand.

Then why did you hit us?

Because I felt like it.

Written on a white cloth napkin with the Slytherin logo on it, with a scattering of bagel crumbs

Blaisie…

What?

I told Granger that you said hi.

Really?

Yeah.

And what did she say?

She said that she loved you so so much and after breakfast you should meet her in the corner of the Great Hall to snog each other's brains out.

Really?

No.

Hey! That's mean!

Blaise. You're not six. It's called life.

Is that supposed to be puppy dog eyes? Cuz it looks like you're constipated and sick.

Too bad. I tried as best as I could.

Try harder.

Oh god no. I didn't mean actually do it!

Then why did you tell me to?

Oh shut the hell up Blaise.

Why?

NEVER MIND!

That means I can talk again?

NO!

Then I can't?

No, you dimwit, it means you can go shove a pig up Pansy's ass.

Really?

NO!

Oh. Then what should I do? Shove a pig up Pansy's ass, shut up, or keep talking?

Shut up.

Oh. Ok. But it wouldn't make any difference.

What wouldn't?

The pig.

Pig?

Yeah. Up Pansy's ass.

Lol.

Hope you guys liked it!

Mel