January 7
Dear Diary,
He smiled at me today and when I passed him in the halls he said hello and talked to me for a little bit. Wait! Why am I getting so excited about these simple things. I have already decided that I dont like him, after all he is my teacher, and he was Harry's father's best friend! He has got to be at least 15 years older than me if not more. Yet I can't help feeling the slightest attraction towards him, and his eyes are so beautiful. I told my friends about the dream. No, not Harry and Ron, they would never understand and they would laugh at me. I have the slightest inkling that Ron likes me, so not only thinking that I was crazy he might be insanly jealous. As I thought they would, my friends told me that it was just a dream and not to get worked up about it, besides he would be gone in a few months. Defense against Dark arts teachers never lasted more than a year. But that means I will never see him again! I find myself going out of the way just to catch a slight glimpse of him. Just to see his hair hang in his eyes and see him brush it away. Just to see his eyes sparkle. Just to hear his voice. I keep telling myself that this feeling I get when I see him is just hormones nothing more, but I'm afraid that message is getting lost in translation.
- Hermione