Secrets On Paper
A/N: Thank you to all of my lovely reviewers! You are all very kind and I got no
flames yay! (I was so nervous that I would get flames!) Here is chapter 2 for all
of you and just saying you have NO IDEA how insanely happy I was to get your
reviews! I got more than I thought I would get. So thank you very much and I
hope you enjoy this chapter and Ronnikin's crazy Secret Number 2! (The chain
reaction of diaries part might take a while to come around, because I need to
get into the story a bit more before I write other people's POVs. Oh and please
put in your reviews whether you think I should do the other POVs please!) Ok so
here's the next chapter. R&R, My puppies, R&R! (Oh yeah and I took it off bold in the actual story
on request)
Wednesday, 4:00pm
I was just about to burn that page I wrote before when I realised that if I
did that, this book wouldn't be here to remind me of the things that have
happened, which is the whole point of keeping a diary. Actually, for a long time I thought diaries were girly, until I realised that the idea of a diary is that NO ONE KNOWS THAT
YOU WRITE IN IT. Problem solved. But still, Harry ALWAYS finds it. So. I now have a solution. I will carry it with me everywhere and then he can't get at it. So I can write
whenever I want and WHATEVER I want. That's the most important bit. And I'll try not to go google mush on you, but it might be a tad difficult. Maybe before I go into a ramble
about Hermione, I should tell you what happened today.
We had double potions first to our great distaste, doubly distasted by the fact that it was with the Slytherins, always the worst sort. We were making strengthening solution for
revision. Even though it was still terribly difficult (I'm not exactly top of the class at potions). Hermione was in Ancient Runes, but I was drooling all over just the thought of her in
potions. Actually some drool got in my potion and made it turn murky brown, which meant I got Dreadful, but hey, that's one above Troll at least. Just as well Snape didn't know
how drool reacted with this potion and merely thought I was stupid, so nothing new there and all is well. We-ell…ALMOST well. See um, Neville had just melted his cauldron for
the fifth time and was told to keep away. So he decided to nose into a leather-bound notebook in my bag which he, apparently, thought was a HOMEWORK diary (Since when
did I keep one of THOSE?). And guess what? It wasn't. It was this. THIS DIARY. With all of that STUFF I'd said earlier. My heart nearly stopped then and there, I swear it.
Neville, after conveniently reading the line that said I LOVE HERMIONE, decided to shut the damned book and sprint in the opposite direction, which was a very VERY wise
decision. I swear that if he hadn't got that head-start, he would have ended up lying stuck on the floor in the middle of the classroom with asparagus sprouting out of his head.
Literally.
Well, even though it didn't get that far, I still have detention from Snape for chasing Neville all around the classroom and upturning Seamus' cauldron at the same time. So now I
have to dissect grindylow hearts to attempt to feed Hagrid's new set of Blast-ended Skrewts. WHY Dumbledore allowed it I have no idea, but Hagrid somehow got more anyway.
I just hope that this detention isn't as gruelling as last night's one. I can still taste the stupid soap, and I have a blister on my thumb and index finger from writing all of those lines.
And as if THAT'S not enough, when I tried to use the memory charm on Neville so he couldn't tell anyone about my diary (And more importantly what's in it), I used it too strongly
out of anger and now he's wandering around asking people his name. Harry and I took him up to the hospital wing with haste, and spun some story about how it happened to
Madam Pomfrey. I think she was pretty convinced. I mean, a unicorn in Care Of magical Creatures COULD have a memory charm shot at it and have it reflect off its horn,
couldn't it? Well…It almost could anyway.
I am SO erasing that sentence about me loving Hermione.
Thursday, 5:00pm
So. I had a terrible morning, but the best thing that has happened to me so far in my LIFE happened today! Apart from being born. Because if I weren't born then the best thing in
my life couldn't happen, could it? No, I think not. Ok, rambling here. Sorry. So the best thing that happened.
I was walking to Herbology groaning and grumbling about my numerous detentions that I seem to be a magnet for, when Hermione came up behind me. I didn't know she was
there, and I was flicking through my diary when I felt a brush of hands against mine, and my diary was gone. She'd snatched it! (Her hands are so soft!). If I'd thought my heart was
about to stop when Neville got my diary, then it DID stop when Hermione got it. She laughed her beautiful laugh and said: 'Ooooooh, I wonder what Ron's put in here?'. She
flipped it open and started reading in a loud whiny imitation of my voice:
'BUT NOW THEY THINK I'VE STOPPED WRITING SO ALL WILL BE WELL'
(Break as she collapses with laughter)
' AND I FINALLY REALISED THAT ALL I NEED IS A SIMPLE CONCEALMENT
CHARM LOCKED WITH A PASSWORD SO THAT THEY CAN'T GET IN ANYWAY.'
She paused for a second more to laugh some more.
'So much for that theory Ron! Want to keep reading or shall I? Yes, I think I should too'
Evil. So the next bit:
'SO. AS I WAS SAYING EARLIER, THIS IS A DIARY FOR MY SECRETS. AND HERE IS SN1. INSERT BRACKET SECRET NUMBER ONE CLOSE BRACKET.
I-'
She stopped dead. Her hands started to tremble. She went the most brilliant scarlet (We DO have tons in common…) and very, very slowly, she shut the diary. She handed it back
to me quietly and I think that had to be the most awkward moment of my life. After a long while she lifted her head.
'I'm sorry' she whispered.
I had no idea what I should say. I mean, Christ, she'd just read in my diary that I loved her. And now she was apologising?
'Um…That's…uh…Ok…' NOT OK, NOT OK!
'Do you really like me?' murmured Hermione.
I didn't reply.
'Well? Do you?'
My thought: YESSSSS I LOVE YOU, YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD AND I WANT YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING!
My answer: 'Maybe…'
She smiled and tilted her head slightly to one side questioningly. Just a tiny bit.
And then she kissed me.
That, my friend, is Secret Number 2.
I am so NOT erasing that sentence about me loving Hermione.