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CHAPTER VI
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Dear Diary,
Today was September 2nd, 1997; the first day of my last year at Hogwarts. How I will miss this place! So many good memories are in these very stones. Well, it was nice meeting up with Harry and Ron and Ginny again. A part of me wished mother hadn’t insisted that I come to that stupid family reunion. It seems like forever since I have seen everyone here. I couldn’t help but notice the changes. Ron’s grown even taller, and his red hair even longer. I’m surprised Mrs. Weasley hasn’t cut it magically in his sleep yet. It does look rather cute though, I must admit. And his eyes are so playful, like they’ve always been. While on the train, Harry and Ron were playing Exploding Snap, and it wasn’t until Ron burst out in laughter as Harry’s robe ends caught fire that I realized how much I’ve missed that wonderful sound… You know… sometimes… I wish…that things were different. That maybe, just maybe, I was someone that Ron would want… But that’s foolish and unpractical thinking… Anyways, Harry looks… well like Harry, though his black, unruly hair has also gotten quite long, but I think Ginny is rather fond of it…I do have to talk to her later of a certain someone. -
“Ha! Hermione thinks I look better than you!” Ron exclaimed, puffing out his chest.
“That’s only because she fancies you mate.” Harry reminded him, pointing to the passage on the page, half confused at why Ron didn’t say anything about Hermione’s obvious belief that Ron didn’t notice her and half relieved Ron was too thick to understand the portion concerning Ginny and that ‘certain someone.’
Ron only blushed slightly, diverting his eyes to where they had left off in the open book.
-Everything was going well until I had to leave for the Prefect’s meeting, which I, as this year’s Head Girl, had to conduct. Ron stayed for a little longer so he could finish his game with Harry. It didn’t bother me then, and I can’t really say if it bothers me now. You see, the thing is, when I opened the compartment for the Head Boy and Girl, you’ll never guess who I found inside. Yeah. Yet, the strange thing is he looked…different. Almost as if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He slouched in his seat; head hung low, long blonde hair falling over his face like a curtain hiding the action on stage from the entire audience. Needless to say, I was shocked at his appearance, yet something inside me was dying to sweep aside that platinum blonde hair, out of his face and tangle my fingers in it. Somehow I managed to open my mouth and say “Malfoy?”
“WHAT!” Ron yelled
“Ron, think! Malfoy’s Head Boy, of course it was him!” remarked Harry, who hoped his friend didn’t raise his voice any louder.
“But she was practically fawning over his hair!” Ron protested, even louder than before.
“Get real Ron! And shut up! You’re going to wake someone up!” Harry hurriedly whispered.
“But Harry-!” Ron whined, softer this time.
“We haven’t read the whole story! Just wait, I’m sure Hermione will yell at him soon.” Harry reassured the troubled Ron, and turned back to the book.
- Merlin I feel stupid. It’s not like I couldn’t tell who he was. Yet, I’m almost glad I did say something- as soft as I spoke he must have heard me, because he lifted his head up slowly until his hair parted allowing me to see his face. He seemed…tired. Tired of living, of dealing with whatever the world decided to dish out. The heavy shadows under his eyes and hollows of his pale cheeks scared me. And then his gaze met mine and I could see. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see me standing there, but I was again shocked at the sight of him; of the emotions in those grey eyes of his. The swirling greys dusted with silver were clouded with twisting masses of confusion, defeat, worry, indecision. He looked lost, unsure, vulnerable. I felt as though something had sprung alive in me, as though I had found something I had been searching for. Maybe I wanted to see someone else with their guard down, so that I finally knew that other people feel like I do, I’m not sure. But…it felt so wrong at the same time, to see a person, even if that person was Malfoy, in such a state.
“I can’t effin believe this! Not only did she not insult the living daylights out of the prick, she’s sympathizing with the enemy! And she’s bloody ATTRACTED to MALFOY!! That’s just wrong!” Ron started breathing unevenly and his face was all scrunched up with anger.
I wasn’t sure what to do, but before I could do anything, he broke contact and looked away, no words, no other movement. I stood there, feeling foolish and out of place, staring at the platinum hair that blocked my eyes from those windows into the mystery that is Draco Malfoy. Still staring outside to the dark world we were passing through, he cracked the silence. He told me to stop gawking because the Prefects were coming. I don’t know how he knew, but not a second later there was a knock on the door. I was surprised again, no Mudblood or bookworm or know-it-all comments, not even a whine about how horrible living in the same vicinity for a year would be. I felt I couldn’t throw something offensive at him with him looking like the whole world had forsaken him without having a solid reason to do so-
“A solid reason?! How about SEVEN BLASTED YEARS of blasted solid reasons!” Ron spat.
“Merlin, Ron! Shut it!” Harry whispered harshly, though he agreed and was starting to seriously worry about Hermione’s mentality.
-I don’t know. This year will definitely be an interesting one though. I noticed that he seemed sort of withdrawn during the Feast too. Maybe I’ll figure him out this year.
Well, that has been occupying my mind all night, so if I had anything else I wished to write I have forgotten. Luckily, I studied a lot over the summer, so I should not have to worry about classes just yet. Still, maybe I should drop by the library tomorrow and pick up a new stock of books on Transfiguration.
Until tomorrow,
Hermione
“Thank Merlin that’s over!” Ron muttered and Harry rolled his eyes at his friend though he silently agreed.
“But that was only from the beginning of this year, I wonder what she writes about now, after living with the git for months.” Harry muttered to himself, half hoping that Ron hadn’t heard him since his blood already was beginning to boil with all of this Malfoy talk, which there was surely more to come.
“Yeah, I wonder…you want to find out?” Ron asked aggressively, mentally hexing Malfoy into unidentifiable pieces the size of plankton.
“Well, uh, yeah.” Harry replied. Ron quickly flipped a few more pages of the “book” and randomly selected an entry.
Dear Diary
Today was December 13, 1997. Today was, for the most part, another tedious day being Head Girl. My lessons were fine, though nothing especially exciting happened in any of them. I had to patrol tonight, and I think I gave out about five detentions, so I’m in a rather foul mood, because you know how much I hate giving out detentions. You would think I could have found refuge in the Common Room, but nooooo. Draco just had to go and ruin it.–
“Woah! Since when did Hermione start calling Malfoy by his first name?!” Ron gasped.
“I dunno mate. Probably since that whole switching of sides thing in October. You know how much time they’ve spent together since then,” Harry scoffed, a strange rumble emitting from his throat as he thought on the still extremely touchy subject.
-He thought that it would be a splendid idea to start bugging me while I was studying, again. I hate it when he does that. And then he goes telling me, once again, that I should do something other than study! Ridiculous! As if I have the time. I’ve already spent too much time this year dealing with him, even if those late-night conversations were wonderfully bonding and enjoyable… Anyways, he decided to steal the book I was studying from, from right under my nose! Talk about rude! And of course when I demanded he give my book back to me, he refused .With that amazing, undeniable, knee-weakening half-smile I’ve seen him wear so many times since October. Yeah, well, then, when I went to go grab it from his hands, he moved it high above his head, way out of my reach! And you want to know what he told me? He said “Reach for it if you want it back so bad.” And smirked that blasted smirk of his! It took all my will power not to slap that sodding smirk right back off his bloody-
“Did Hermione just cuss?!” Ron and Harry said simultaneously, eyebrows raising into their long hair.
“I think we’re rubbing off on her,” remarked Harry, and Ron nodded in agreement.
-face, But I stayed civil and asked for my book back, I even said please! But again, the stubborn git insisted that I reach for it. So just to get it over with I did as he asked and reached up, but he was too tall, so I tried going on my tiptoes and slipped, almost fell over on my ****, too! But I didn’t because Draco reacted quickly, wrapping his arms around my waist and holding me there, being my support when I was weak, keeping me from falling-
“HE DID WHAT?!” Ron panicked.
“Ron, shut your trap!” Harry whispered. “Not all those girls out there sleep as heavily as you do!”
“But-”
“Shhh!”
“B-but-”
“Just read!”
“Alright, alright… I still can’t believe tha-“
“Ron!”
“Sorry. Sheesh.”
-Slowly, started to pull me up until I was safely on my feet and in his arms. I tried to help myself gain balance a little by using his shoulders to pull myself up. My book lay forgotten on the floor as I found myself losing myself in those swirling orbs of grey that have long fascinated me. His eyes seemed to be doing the same to mine, so fervently I felt a slight pink tinge rise in my face, but I couldn’t stop gazing into those eyes that painfully slowly got ever so closer. Our faces must have been mere centimeters apart when there was a knock at the door. The unexpected sound took both of us by surprise and we jumped far away from each other, breaking eye contact. Though I felt a deep blush embedded in my cheeks, I quickly tried to compose myself and got the door. And of course you wouldn’t believe who was outside- Harry and Ginny! They had come to tell me-
“OK! That’s enough!” Harry suddenly cried, pulling the book away and attempting to close the pages firmly shut, despite the fact that Ron’s hands were in the way.
“Harry, stop being such a git and lemme read.” Ron protested, wondering why Harry had suddenly freaked. He yanked the diary from Harry’s hands and started reading exactaly what Harry didn’t want him to find out.
-that they are back together again! I’m so happy for the two of them! Of course Ron doesn’t know yet, being the overprotective brother he is. At least I know that know that Ron won’t kill Harry because they are best mates… Though I think I heard something about it being against the guy code for a guy to date his best-mate’s sister… So maybe there will be some tension there- well, I hope not for both Ginny’s and Harry’s sake. Of course if they had waited about two minutes longer, maybe something would have happened. Yet… I’m not sure whether to strangle them or thank them for interrupting when they did. Well, I ought to get off to bed.
Until tomorrow,
Hermione Jane Granger
Harry nervously waited through the awkward silence, unsure of Ron’s reaction.
“So… Hermione really does have some problems doesn’t she? I mean, thinking that sort of stuff about Mal-”
“You’re dating my sister?” Ron questioned calmly, which Harry didn’t know was a sign of an easy understanding or a simple calm before the storm.
“Errr…yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“HOW IN THE BLOODY HELL COULD YOU BE DATING MY SISTER?” Ron yelled as Harry shrank back into a corner.
“Now Ron, calm down” Harry said hoping that somehow Ron’s wild temper would go away.
“How could you go behind my back and do something like that?!”
“You think I wanted too? You’ve started hating every guy who has dated Ginny, I didn’t want you to start hating me as well!”
“I don’t hate every guy that Ginny has ever dated.”
“Micheal Corner, Dean Thomas… you didn’t start to hate them until after they dated Ginny.
“Quit turning the tables on me Harry!”
“I’m not trying too!”
“You better run Harry.” Ron glared at his used-to-be best mate with a murderous glint in his eyes.
“Why?” Harry whispered, thinking he knew the unpleasant answer already.
“So I don’t kill you.”
“Oh.” And with that Harry turned on his heel, rushed out of the door and down the stairs as fast as he could- only to trip over a sleeping bag.
“Umph”
“Go away Harry,” mumbled a very groggy Ginny.
“Ginny you’ve got to help me. Ron… RON!” Harry yelled as he spotted Ron coming down the stairs after him, accidentally waking quite a number of girls with his shouting.
“Harry, go away. I’m trying to sleep.” Ginny rolled over while the other girls who had woken up simply looked confusedly around the room, watching the scene before them unfold.
“Ron, relax! What do you want me to do? Break up with Ginny?!” Harry pleaded. By this time every girl in the room had awaken, including Ginny again.
“What are you two doing here?!” Hermione demanded, getting no response whatsoever.
“Harry, are you going to break up with me?” asked a very tired, very confused, and very nearly in tears Ginny.
Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny. “No, no, no… Of course not Ginny, I could never break up with you.” Harry whispered soothingly, brushing his hands through her long red hair. Her tears that were spilling on his shirt slowly stopped as he gently stroked her hair. Though the other girls were now sighing and socializing quietly amongst themselves, yet Ginny was still confused, “So why were you talking about it?” Ginny asked sleepily.
“Ron.” And Harry pointed to where Ron was standing and everyone in the room gasped.
“Harry did you tell Ron?” Hermione whispered and Harry shook his head.
“And you knew too! And you didn’t tell me! Well, isn’t this just swell?! My two best mates and my sister are sneaking around behind my back!” Ron yelled, face getting redder with anger by the second, “And then you go and assume that I would explode or something if I knew, so let’s all keep secrets from Ron! Yeah, sure, I probably would have, but you never gave me a chance!”
“Ron,” Hermione said calmly, placing a hand on his shoulder, “We wanted to tell you, we really did, we just didn’t want you to freak out.”
“You didn’t want me to freak out?! Well guess what! I’m freaking out! I can’t believe-”
The words came to a halt as Ron’s cheek burned from the slap Hermione had just delivered.
“Ronald! Stop this nonsense! Stop it this instance! You’re being-”
The sound of Ron’s slap against Hermione’s face rang through the room as hands shot up to cover gaping mouths.
“Don’t you dare slap me Granger!” Eyes widened as everything grew deadly silent. He, Ron Weasley had just called Hermione by her last name. It wasn’t the sound of the word coming from his lips, since professors and older students had often called her Granger, but rather that it came from his lips, the lips of one of her longest and closest friends.
Still fuming with anger, Ron shattered the silence.
“What is it now?” he screamed in Hermione’s face. She refused to meet his eye. Already she could feel her eyes beginning to tear up. “You think that you’re better than me, don’t you?! Well guess what!? You’re no better than what-”
“Don’t say it Weasley.” Draco thundered in a demanding voice. Everyone spun around to see his dark figure appear through the portrait hole.
“What are you doing here?” Hermione wondered aloud, momentarily forgetting of Ron and what he was saying.
“I just came to get some things.” Draco replied smoothly, gesturing towards the thing he was holding.
“Oh,” muttered Hermione, rather embarrassed.
“Get out of here you ferret.” Ron shot with clear anger and annoyance vibrated through his tone.
“I’m sorry Weasel, but I do believe this is my dorm room. So I can stay if I choose to stay.” Malfoy replied smoothly and Hermione giggled.
“What?! That wasn’t funny! It was… uh… just uh…” Ron stuttered
“Aww, Weasel here can’t even speak, so sad.” Draco drawled with a smirk and he winked at Hermione causing her to giggle once more, until she remembered that she was furious with him. She then shook herself and stood straight, hands on her hips and her eyes glaring at him, forcing him to feel the hurt that he had stirred up inside her.
“Anyways…” she started, eyes turning away from Draco so she might glare at Ron and Harry for interrupting her sleepover and the rather wonderful dream she was having, “Why for Merlin’s sake, are you here?” she demanded. The way she spoke to them in her rather Mrs. Weasley-ish stance caused Ron to cower slightly.
“Um, nothing, we just wanted to see you and Ginny that’s all.” Harry lied, rather horribly.
“Harry, um you have something on your foot.” Lavender suddenly pointed out.
“What… oh… uh… thanks Lavender.” Harry mumbled, blushing as he tried to indiscreetly pull the toilet paper off of his shoe.
“What on earth is with the… oh no… don’t tell me you two…” Hermione shot upstairs into her room. For a second everyone in the Common Room listened nervously in the silence. And then…
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