I can't tell you Chapter 6, a harry potter fanfic

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Chapter Six

Written in Hermione's leather-bound journal, about 2:00 am

God. I hate these dreams. The ones about Dylan. I can't stand them. I wake up screaming in the night, knowing that I will be getting closer and closer to the end. The part I want to lock away forever.

But I can't. After all, he is the entire reason I'm not talking. Or should I say was?

That would be more accurate.

Dylan doesn't exist.

Not anymore.

…

Written on a napkin in the Great Hall

Hermione, are you okay?

Yeah…I'm fine, Ginny.

Why?

You seem all spaced out.

She's right. You do.

What are you guys talking about? I'm FINE.

Seriously, Mione. You don't look so good.

Oh, well, thanks for the confidence booster, RON.

Hermione, you know what he meant.

Yeah. Stop trying to divert the attention.

Why won't you guys stop bothering me? I was fine. I AM fine. I will be fine. Now just leave me alone!

Signs point to un-fineness.

Shut up Ron! Just because you have no life doesn't mean you can harp on me about mine!

Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean-

Hermione, maybe you should just leave.

Yeah…that kinda hurt Ron.

But I'm sorry, I really am-

Hermione, just go away.

Ok I will.

Have fun.

I will!

I'm glad.

I'm glad you're glad!

Fine.

FINE!

Written on a napkin on a silver plate in the Great Hall

Did you just see that?

See what?

Hermione just got up and left her friends. They look pretty angry.

BLAISE!

What?

Oh never mind! Anyway, what happened?

I don't know. She just got up and left.

That's helpful, Blaise. Real helpful.

Thank you.

I was being sarcastic.

Oh.

But why do you need to know anyway?

I don't.

Fine.

Fine.

Okay.

Just leave me alone.

WHAT?

I said, LEAVE ME ALONE!

But what'd I do?

Grrrrr just leave me alone!

Sheesh. Touchy, touchy.

That's it. I'm outta here.

Wait.

Wait!

WAIT!

DRACO!

What'd I do?

Written on a piece of parchment put in a book in the library

Wow, I just blew up at my friends. I guess that the Dylan thing bothered me even more than I thought.

I just better watch my step.

After all, I don't want anyone to find out---

Malfoy, what are YOU doing here?

Nothing really…got sick and tired of Blaise talking about—hey, what's that?

What's what?

That writing up there…c'mon stop covering it up!

Dylan…hmmm…who's Dylan? Your boyfriend?

No! Just shove off!

Whoa, sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry…really!

It's…it's okay. I'm fine.

Are you sure?

What is this? Check on Hermione's mental health day? Yes, I'm FINE!

Sorry.

Ughhhhh…it's so annoying.

I SAID, I'm sorry! Sheesh. You're such a bitch sometimes.

Will you please stop calling me names? It's really annoying.

See, there you go again. 'It's so annoying!'

Grrrrrr!

And again! 'Grrrrrr!'

Okay. I have a bet for you.

Keep talking.

I will give you four Sickles a day that you be nice to me. No insults, nothing.

Only four Sickles?

It'll build up over the days.

True…that's a lot of money!

Yeah.

And, if I don't call you names, and stuff, I won't get points taken off from other teachers!

That's great!

What is?

You got something right! This is great! A neuron in your brain actually connected! You should give yourself a pat on the back!

Do I get extra credit?

No. (A/N: This convo, the part where Hermione says that's great, and all after that is actually a conversation had by my teacher and Max Walsack, a joker in our grade. It was hilarious.)

Damn.

Oh well. Shit, the bell just rang! We better get to Potions.

Ohhhhhh, Granger just cursed! gasps in surprise

That bet includes calling me by my first name.

Oh.

And you can't tell anyone about our bet. You have to seem like you're acting nice all on your own.

Shit! I should have gone before you put in all these new rules!

Then you better leave before I think up even more.

Bye!

Bye.

…

Writing in the margin of Hermione's Potion's notes

Ron? I'm really sorry about this morning. I had…a bad dream.