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Chad POV:
Ugh. School is such a bore. due to missing almost all of my seventh year last year my mom made me come back to finish Hogwarts this year. I mean it isn't all that bad. I have a ton of friends and stuff, but still...its school.
"Hey, Chad! We're dropping water balloons full of mud on first years! Wanna join?" said Lindsey. I shook my head and laughed.
"That isn't very nice guys. Remember when you were first years? You were always lost," I say. Being in Slytherin kind of labeled us as "bad guys" but only some people are still mean all the time. Like Draco Malfoy. I guess he never got over the fact that Potter defeated Voldemort. But whatever. I stood to go to class when someone bumped right into me and fell. Hermione. I felt a small smile tug at my lips.
"Oh! Hermione! are you okay? Oh, look all your books. Here I'll help you," I said. I sounded like a fool. I mentally kicked myself as I bend down to help her pick up her books. Advanced Runes I read off her textbook. Damn, I thought, shes smart. We reach for her notebook at the same time and our hands bump. She giggles and pulls her hand away. God, such a cute giggle. I offered her my hand to help her up. We stand awkwardly for a few seconds.
"Well," she says, breaking the silence, "best be off to class now."
"Yeah, see ya around," I say. As she walks away I notice she forgot a book. I pick it up and start after her, but I stopped. The cover was black and in gold letters it read My Diary. Hermione had a diary? Well in any case I should give it back to her. But maybe in a few days. She won't miss it. Will she?
I was sitting in the last class of the day, Potions, And I was dying to get up to my dorm and read Hermione's diary...was that wrong? Probably but I didn't care. I could finally find out if she really did like me back.
"Chad, are you done daydreaming and ready to answer my question?" Professor Slughorn came out of retirement to teach another year after the war.
"Sorry, sir. Can you please repeat the question?" I asked. Everyone snickered at me. I sat back and waited for that final bell. It seemed like an hour instead of twenty minutes for the bell to ring. As soon as the bell rang I ran down to the dorms and layed down on my bed. I pulled out her diary and hesitated for a moment. I opened it to the first page and started reading. Dear Diary...