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Ok, the last chapter ended with a cliffy. But I want you to know. In Hermione's dreams, Dylan in NOT dead yet. Key word(s) are "not" and "yet". So there will be another dream for that.
With that done, I go on to Chapter Ten with a smile and a bow.
Chapter Ten
Hermione's diary, scribbled hastily, with tear drops
I woke up screaming again.
I can't believe it. I can't believe I'm going to really have to relive all of it in my dreams. It took me so long to get over it a bit…I'm STILL not over it! Can't I just get a break? Please?
Later that night, over at the Gryffindor table
Ron! Have you found the cure to DMS yet?
I told you, I'm working on it. Why?
Ugh. Malfoy's driving me crazy! He's always insulting people and smirking in that self-satisfied way.
Hermione. He's always been like that. Why is it bothering you now?
I don't know! It just is!
I think you should hit him.
Good idea.
Ginny!
What?
It's not a good idea.
And why not?
Because…because…oh,
the heck with it. Go ahead and hit him!
No, you were right the first time. It's NOT a good idea.
Why?
Hermione, the last time you hit him, you ended up unconscious with your head cracked open. Do you really want that to happen again?
No, but-
Harry does have a point…
I shouldn't have suggested it. Forget it. Wipe it from your mind.
Done.
Done.
Done.
It's not that hard for you to forget, Ron. You have short term memory loss.
What?
Never mind.
Over at the Slytherin table
Draco, if you keep staring, life's going to pass you by.
What's life exactly?
Life's what happens when you have other plans.
Okay then. I had plans to lay outside all day and drink pina coladas. But life happened so I'm here.
I guess that's it. But you would get sick of pina coladas.
I'll get some strawberry daiquiris too.
Wouldn't you get sick of them too?
Okay…some soda too.
Wouldn't you-
SHUT UP! I had plans for lying outside all day drinking some kind of cold drink! Happy?
Yes.
But that's impossible because it's raining.
In that case, I guess he would want hot chocolate instead.
Not to mention a raincoat-
A poncho-
A towel-
A cooler-
A rain-deflecting spell-
YOU GUYS!
What?
OBVIOUSLY IT'S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN BECAUSE LIFE CAME ALONG!
He has a point, you know.
True.
But what does he need now for life?
Maybe some robes.
How about a wand?
That could help.
Some spellbooks-
A bag for them-
Some food-
Water-
First-aid kit-
A school-
Good looks-
A smile!
No, not that. He's a Slytherin, remember?
Then how about a sorting hat?
Okay. A radiant personality-
Smarts-
And-
a-
GIRL.
GIRL.
(A/N: "Girl" was written simultaneously.)
What?
We said, "a girl."
We're right, you know. You need a girl.
I don't need a girl! I'm perfectly fine on my own!
No. You need a girl.
Quite right.
Obviously.
Definitely.
YOU NEED A GIRL!
But-but-
But how is he going to get one?
Good point.
He has a radiant personality, good looks, all that stuff. The only thing holding him back is the taunting-
The teasing-
The smirks-
All that good stuff.
NO!
NO!
(A/N: "No" was also written simultaneously.)
To get a girl, you have to be charming-
Considerate-
Flirtatious-
And completely and utterly-
PERFECT!
PERFECT!
(A/N: "Perfect" was written simultaneously too.)
How am I supposed to do that?
The way you do everything.
Just think of yourself that way, and you'll be it.
But first-
Lessons.
LESSONS?
Yup.
Of course.
Most certainly.
DUH!
DUH!
(A/N: "Duh"-wait. Do I really have to keep saying this? I don't think so. When something is repeated in a different font, just assume that it was written simultaneously. Okay? Okay. Right? Right. Good? Good.)
HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
That night in the common room…
Okay, the first act of being utterly perfect is to be-
Charming.
Of course.
Now, to be charming, you have to be nice to the girl, like-
Granger, what are you doing in here?
NO!
NO!
NOT LIKE THAT!
I live here, Malfoy. What about you?
Uh…
He's getting lessons.
On how to be charming-
Considerate-
Flirtatious-
AND COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY PERFECT!
Help. Wait, never mind. I don't want help from a Mudblood like you.
I wouldn't want to help you anyway! By the way, you two remind me of Fred and George Weasley.
NO!
NO!
Not those blood traitors-
Filth-
Unsatisfactory purebloods-
As I said, Fred and George all the way.
NO!
NO!
Leave us alone Granger. I don't need to be humiliated more than I am now.
You're being humiliated? In that case, I'll stay.
Draco can practice on you!
Perfect!
Splendid!
Absolutely-
Great!
But she's a Mudblood.
True-
Good point-
But that's why you're only practicing on her!
After all, you won't really mean it.
WILL YOU?
WILL YOU?
NO!
Good.
Great.
Fabulous.
If I'm going to be a mannequin, forget it! Especially since Malfoy's going to be INSINCERE about it. But of course Malfoy, you know ALL about INSINCERENESS, now DON'T YOU?
She's gone! Yay!
Then you'll just have to practice on me then.
Draco? Are you okay? You just went really pale…
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
In the library
Oh. My. God. You guys!
What?
I just saw Draco Malfoy getting lessons on how to get a girl from Blaise and Pansy!
Holy crap.
REALLY?
Yeah! And Blaise and Pansy were finishing each other's sentences and everything, just like Fred and George!
Lessons…ha ha…tee hee…he he…lessons…what about my brothers?
Never mind.
Oh. Okay. Lessons…ha ha…tee hee…he he…
I think I'm going to join Ron in his fit of insane laughter. Lessons…ha ha…get a girl...tee hee…
Anyway, I hope the lessons go on.
Why? Do you WANT him to get a girl?
NO WAY! That's not a fate I would wish upon anybody! No, he's being humiliated, and that's what counts.
Whatever you say, I guess.
Of course.
Right. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm try and stop these two from hurting themselves laughing…
Let me help.
Thanks.
No problem. I wouldn't want Malfoy to kill them if he comes in here.
Right.
Hermione's diary
Okay. It's late at night, and I'm just shivering, waiting for sleep. But I can't sleep. What will happen if I do?
Wait. I know what will happen. I'm making myself stay awake so I don't have to remember. But then again. I need to sleep. I almost need to remember.
But I can't sleep.
Hermione's dream after she finally fell asleep
"Hermione?" called my mom nervously. "It's Dylan."
I sighed and rolled my eyes, unaware of what was happening downstairs. I thought I told him not to come, I thought irritably. "One second!" I yelled.
"Here," He said softly to my mother. "Give this to her."
My mother took it, trembling. "Hermione, get down here!"
I groaned loudly and stomped down the stairs. Once I reached the bottom, I stopped dead. Dylan. Gun. That's all my brain registered.
"Dylan," I said cautiously. "What are you doing?"
"Good-bye Hermione," He said softly.
That was the last thing I heard him say. He pulled the trigger, and there was a loud boom. I turned away from the awful sight, and when I looked back…
Dylan was on the doorstep, eyes wide open. Dead.
I remember screaming. Then everything went black.