Hello, and Happy Easter!
Seriana14: Are you being sarcastic? Of course he wouldn't do that! I hope. I mean, these little fella's can be quite a bit hard to control (kicks Ron Weasley back into a cage "But I wanna be with Hermione! Me! Me!").
And, yeah, he should know the real her. You don't think she's a bit too OOC? I mean, in my mind, she doesn't see it much of a threat to show Draco, because no one she cared about would believe anything he said of her, and he never really knew her, so he wouldn't be able to tell the difference anyway.
This was supposed to be a serious fic, but it's so hard for me to not add humour!
RECAP: His curiosity overwhelming him, he stepped forward and picked up the smaller leather-bound book. He sat down on the seat that Hermione had just vacated and looked at the first page.
Hermione Granger's Diary
He hesitated, unsure wether or not to keep reading, but in the end the need to know what she thought of him prevailed over his want to let her have her space.
Dear Diary,
My mother gave me this diary today. It was pink and purple with rainbows and bunnies on the cover. Needless to say, I removed them immediately and converted the cover to a non descript leather bound maroon cover.
I also discovered that I was made Head Girl today. As usual, just more lectures to do better and not disappoint my teachers now that I've set such high standards. Yes, Dad. I'm the one who pressured myself into doing lots of work and told myself that anything less than perfect was not good.
Head Girl should not be chosen by book smarts. It should be chosen for ingenuity and a cool head. The most imaginative thing I've done is a painting when I was 10. Before I came to Hogwarts and found out I was a witch.
Since I went there, I've done nothing even remotely imaginative or creative. I've been stuck in a rut, memorising facts and saving Harry & Ron's asses from trouble.
Not that I begrudge them that. Well, not Harry, anyway. He does keep a cool head, most of the time. But when someone he cares about is in trouble, he charges in without any plan. It shows bravery, courage, heart and loyalty. Ron, however, charges in and leaves his brain behind whenever he has a chance, never mind when he doesn't. That shows—well, I do not want to start insulting my friend, even when it's true.
I don't know who the Head Boy is, yet. The letter said that I would be gaining the information about who I would be living with for the next year when I arrive. I heard something off the rumour mill (commonly known as Lavender Brown and Parvati Patail) that all the previous Head Girl and Boys have married each other. They said that it was some magical enchantment on the position or some other nonsense, but I think it was Dumbledore.
I think he plays matchmaker when he makes the Heads. In that case, I'll probably end up with Ron. If I do, then I will know for sure that what Malfoy has been saying is true and that Dumbledore really is senile.
Yours,
Hermione.
He raised his eyebrow as he finished reading. Glancing uneasily at Hermione's closed door, worried that Hermione might come through and discover that he had been reading her diary, he made his decision.
"Geminio" He cast, and picked up the duplicate to read in his room, after thoroughly warding it and hiding it behind the bookshelf beside his bed. He did, after all, want to live for more than ten minutes.
Moments after he hid the diary, the woman who's thoughts he had been reading came knocking on his door.
She was holding her diary, with a thunderously angry expression on her face.