People said I should do a disclaimer, but I think I'll just say that I don't own HP. You know, I might as well do a disclaimer on my homepage, so I don't have to do one on my stories and waste all this space! Ah well, on with the story now.
Chapter 8
Hermione's diary, about two in the morning
It's getting closer and closer this time. I can feel it. The part that I'll never be able to forget. I don't think I can take this…I can't bear remembering. The slow process of remembrance that seems to take days to happen and takes years off my life.
How can I stop it?
A piece of paper torn out of Hermione's diary and laid on a table
Dr-Malfoy? What are you doing in here? It's two-thirty in the morning.
I heard you screaming. Are you okay?
I screamed?
Yeah. What happened?
Nothing. Bad dream.
Yeah right, Hermione. I know you better than that! You don't scream at nothing. What's REALLY going on?
I told you. It was a bad dream.
Hermione-
God. Leave me alone.
Sure. Prosecute me for caring, I don't mind.
Why do you care?
I didn't say that.
Yes you did.
No I didn't.
You did!
I didn't!
Did!
Didn't!
DID!
DIDN'T!
Okay, but I know you did. Anyway, if you DIDN'T care, why are you in here?
Um. Well. That's a funny story, actually.
Malfoy…
I was…hopingtomakesomeextramoneyonthebet.
Exsqueeze me?
I was hoping to make some extra money off the bet. That's all.
Of all the ignorant little pigs!
I told you, didn't I? Doesn't that count for something?
No! Now go away! I don't need your false compassion!
Okay, I'm going!
Good! And don't come back!
Hermione's diary, about three
I can't believe him! He just barges in here, claiming to care, and then he turns out to be wanting more money from the bet! What an arsehole!
I'll show him! I'll do something so…so…so DIABOLICAL, he'll regret ever trying to rip me off!
(A/N: Hermione is angry about this because a. she thought she and Malfoy were getting to be friends, and b. the Dylan thing is very traumatic, at least to her, so people tricking her about it triggers more than just petty annoyance.)
Draco's black and white composition notebook
Ugh. I just screwed up. I heard Hermione-I mean GRANGER-scream, so I thought I'd go in there to see what was wrong. I said I cared, and she was really surprised and started prying. I panicked and tried to cover it up with saying that I wanted more money from the bet. She bought it, but now she's really really angry.
But the REAL problem is, why did I panic? I don't actually CARE…do I?
No, no, no, no, NO! That's not possible. Me caring about Hermione?
Actually.
I think I might.
But just a little bit. Like MINUSCULE. Nothing more than a speck.
Right?
Written on a ripped up piece of paper that after the conversation was torn up into itsy-bitsy little pieces and scatter across the common room
Hey Granger. Why the angry face?
YOU KNOW WHY YOU ASSHOLE!
Wha?
YOU TRIED TO RIP ME OFF!
Look, about that-
I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR STUPID EXCUSES MALFOY!
So you're back to calling me Malfoy now, huh, Hermione?
DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME HERMIONE YOU FILTH!
HERMIONE!
I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!
HERMIONE!
WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?
Hermione, look, I'm sorry about last night, I was just-
JUST BEING AN ASS? I KNOW!
Are you going to listen to me or not?
NO!
FINE THEN BITCH! I'LL GO TO MY OWN FRIENDS AND STOP WASTING TIME TALKING TO YOU!
FINE!
FINE!
GOOD RIDDANCE!
Written on a napkin
Mione?
WHAT?
Whoa. You okay?
Yeah, sorry. Thought you were-
Were who?
Nobody.
WHO?
Malfoy…
Of course. He's nobody. I should have known!
Damn right.
Okayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
Harry?
What?
Nothing, you look a bit spaced.
Hermione, you're just acting weird and I'm pondering the meaning of your ways.
I am not acting weird!
Cursing in your world is weird.
JUST BECAUSE I MAY ACT/LOOK/SEEM LIKE A NERD DOESN'T MEAN I AM!
Hermione, we never said that! We never even IMPLIED that!
Oh. Okay. Right.
She has DMS.
What?
Draco Malfoy Syndrome. Gotten by spending to much time with the said Malfoy. Cure: not sure yet. Working on it though.
Ha ha!
Find the cure soon, I need it!
I'm on it.
Thanks you guys. That really helped cheer me up.
No problem!
Over at the Slytherin table…
Hey Draco. You okay?
I'm…fine, Blaise.
Really?
YES I TOLD YOU I AM FINE!
Well, your face is red and you're breathing heavily and you just yelled at me so I don't know what to do, believe you or your actions.
Me, Blaise, believe ME.
Right. Okay…it's not working!
Yes…it…is!
Run away!
Or it better work!
Yes, Masta Draco.
That's my friend.
Potions…
I can't believe I'm paired with you again!
Granger, I told you!
Back to Granger now? Good! That's the way I want it!
Whatever.
Just don't talk to me!
Good. I don't want to.
Good!
Good!
Great!
GREAT!
YOU'RE TALKING AGAIN!
YOU HAVE TO STOP TALKING FIRST!
YOU!
YOU!
YOU!
YOU!
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
YOU'RE GONNA DRIVE ME INSANE!
TOO BAD! YOU ALREADY ARE!
GRANGER…
OW!