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Harry skimmed through the next few entries.
November 23rd 1995: …I spent every minute of my free time practicing spells with Harry. Tomorrow is the First Task; it involves getting past dragons and Harry needs to use his broom, so we practiced the Summoning Charm. We practiced and practiced until two in the morning. He's got that spell so down pat, I'm absolutely sure he could do it in his sleep. I'm so worried that he's going to get hurt, and so proud of him at the same time…
November 24th 1995: …YES!! HE DID IT, HE DID IT!! Harry summoned his broomstick from his room all the way to the grounds and got the golden egg from the Hungarian Horntail dragon! I think I know what Harry feels like when he wins a Quidditch game! He's tied with Krum for first place and what's even better? I have my TWO boys back (they're talking again, it was about time too!) We're a trio again… Harry is happy… and I'm relieved that Harry didn't get hurt too badly. I'm also… I'm… overwhelmed with strange emotions I've never felt before. I hope I'm not ill and that it'll pass soon because I can't afford to not be myself; there's so much schoolwork to be done, the Second Task is in three months and I need to find a way to raise more interest in S.P.E.W.
December 16th 1995: I'm nearly speechless. I went to the library this morning to do a bit of light reading, I decided to search "A Century of Triwizard Tournaments; A Collection of Champions and their Tasks" written by Alice Beebee Redmond in the hopes of finding a clue for that golden egg (I found nothing) and as usual Viktor Krum casually strolled into the library. This time however, he took a quick look around and made his way towards… me. I thought nothing of it until he asked if he could take the seat next to me when the whole table was completely empty. After some simple small talk he… he asked me to go with him to the Yule Ball. Now let me get this straight… plain, simple, boring, bushy haired, me… was just asked out by a famous Bulgarian Quidditch Player? Someone please smack me over the head with a textbook and tell me that I'm dreaming… I was fairly sure that the only way I'd go to the ball was if Ron asked me to go (as a friend of course). I know Harry wouldn't because he's got his eyes completely set on Cho Chang. I agreed to go with Viktor because he was the first who asked and secondly because I think he deserves a proper chance… I'm ashamed to admit I had judged his personality unfairly.
December 25th 1995
Harry made himself more comfortable on the sleeping bag. He was looking forward to reading this entry.
Happy Christmas! What an exciting day it was! As tired as I am, I knew I had to get this old journal out and write about the Yule Ball, how could I not? I hadn't told anyone who my date would be mainly because I wanted to show Viktor that I value his privacy and a little part of me wanted to surprise my two boys. I had no idea Ron would react the way he did… How could he even imagine that I would betray Harry? My friendship to Harry (and his, for that matter) means so much more then any date or boyfriend ever could, I know him for four years of my life now. No one could know me as well as Harry does…No…not even Ron. Don't get me wrong here… Ron is like a brother to me, dearly loyal and a true friend…even when we do have our differences. This is exactly what I was telling Viktor earlier, Harry and I, we have this bond… I can't explain it, but I feel it. Anyways, back to Christmas and the Yule Ball. I woke up this morning at six in the morning, my nerves got the best of me and deprived me of my much needed sleep… but thankfully my eyes weren't puffy or red and I sure didn't feel tired, I just had a lot of butterflies. I opened my presents… Mum got me a new photo album and had already taken the time to put a few pictures of Harry, Ron, me and some other students and teachers in some of the slots. Thankfully she left the labeling to me. Daddy got me a few novels (he never breaks his tradition) "Gone With the Wind" written by Margaret Mitchell, Northanger Abbey and Persuasion, which are both written by Jane Austen. Harry got me Charm with Charms Edition 3 by Matilda Gavenforrow and a new all color ink quill, Ron got me a box of chocolate frogs and a schedule planner, Hagrid got me Creatures and Beasts of the New Century by Arnold Yerling, Viktor gave me a lovely necklace to match my dress with a note asking me to wear it (he really is sweet), and of course I received my usual bag of sweets from Mrs. Weasley. It was rather difficult to eat my breakfast, Harry didn't eat much and Ron would ask me every so often (with a mouthful of food might I add) who was taking me to the Yule Ball. After lunch I went to watch my boys have a snowball fight and then it was time to get ready for the ball. It took forever to do my hair, but I was determined to do it all by myself, no one was going to see me until the ball…I'm not sure why I felt this way. I was so nervous, that I had to take a few minutes to just fan myself and take deep breaths to stop the shaking of my hands. Viktor's reaction gave me a little more confidence, he said I was beautiful, but I still worried what Harry and Ron would think or if they would even notice a difference. We joined the crowd of Champions and I spotted Harry and Parvati coming towards us, I probably shouldn't be saying this about a best friend, but he looked so handsome. His hair looked like he had just gotten off his broomstick after a casual flight, his emerald green dress robes completely matched his eyes, which brought them out even more and he carried himself the way he always does…casual and proud. I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter when he spotted me and those eyes widened and jaw dropped, he looked positively adorable… I mean… Harry looked good and so did Viktor. The evening was wonderful, the food was delicious and I never thought Viktor could be such a graceful dancer. I tried to teach him my name, but had to settle on being called Herm-own-ninny,
Harry remembered watching Hermione facing Krum and slowly saying "Her-my-oh-nee" She glanced at Harry and they shared a secret grin. At that time he wasn't sure why he felt all squirmy inside, he was too blind to realize that Hermione meant more to him then just a best friend. If he could turn back the hands of time, he would have asked Hermione to the Yule Ball.
he told me a little about his school and I wish he could say more… I've always tried learning more about other wizarding schools, unfortunately, not much is printed. Ron was absolutely furious with me the whole evening, I've come to a realization and I don't feel comfortable with it… I think Ron likes me. I mean… I know he likes me as a friend, as a best friend…but this is definitely something more then just friendly or brotherly feelings. I'm a little confused about his actions, but he was more then a little jealous of Viktor. I feel guilty saying that I don't return those same feelings for Ron. He's like a brother to me and I just don't think our relationship would be a positive one. We already bicker enough as friends (like we did tonight, that argument was what made me realize that Ron likes me THAT way, otherwise… why would he care so much about who I'm dating)… I couldn't imagine how much we would bicker as a couple over stupid, little, insignificant things. I don't want to hurt Ron, so I'm just hoping his feelings for me will pass and move onto someone more suitable for him… he deserves a better relationship then what I would offer him. I best get myself to sleep. This night will stay in my memory forever.
Harry looked at his watch. He still had plenty of time before he would be meeting Hermione, so he adjusted his position on the sleeping bag and continued to skim through Hermione's journal.
February 24th 1995
Last night, as Ron and I were helping Harry figure out a way to breath underwater, we (Ron and me) were told that Professor McGonagall wanted a word with us. I was afraid that maybe it was because we were helping Harry with his tasks, that wasn't the case. It turns out that I was the item that Viktor would most miss and Ron was what Harry would most miss, we were going to be part of the Champions second task. I was more then surprised that Viktor would miss me most out of the many possibilities. I knew Ron meant a lot to Harry…I don't know why, but I was a little sad that Harry's first choice would be Ron, not that I hadn't expected it. I think Professor McGonagall sensed what I was feeling… she put Cho Chang, Fleur's little sister and Ron under a spell, leaving me last. Before she put me under the spell she spoke a few words…"Miss. Granger, I know what was going through your head when you realized that Ron would be what Mr. Potter would miss most. The truth is… it would have been impossible to choose between you and Mr. Weasley because you are both what Harry would miss most together." She gave me a small chuckle and said, "Of course, he doesn't realize that just yet." I don't remember anything after that until I was awakened when Viktor had taken me to the surface of the lake, once I got out I was wrapped up in thick blankets and given a potion to drink. Viktor asked me to visit him over the summer in Bulgaria, it sounds like a good opportunity, maybe I will. After my short conversation with Viktor, I waited for Harry. I was wondering what was taking him ages to get out of the water and what he had managed to do about swimming and breathing underwater. Oh, that Harry James Potter, he really does have a saving people thing… (Me, I don't mind it… in fact, I think it's a great quality he has… however, I worry that it'll cause him to get hurt one day) he was the first to arrive and he was the first to free the merpeople's hostage (Ron) but he had taken the song seriously and wanted to make sure everyone would be safe. Harry is tied with Cedric for first place. I should have been cheering for Viktor and Harry together, but… I cheered for Harry.
June 24th 1995
Harry's heart sank and he suddenly felt sick. That was the day of the Final Task, the day Cedric had died, the day Voldemort came back into power and the day he came ever so close to loosing his life to the dark wizard yet again. In a way he wanted to read Hermione's entry to get a better feeling of what she was going through, but he just wasn't ready to re-live that day. Not through a journal, in a tent, alone. When he would be ready to unlock his memories, it would be with his two best friends to offer words of wisdom and some comfort.
He decided he would read just one more entry before closing the journal for good and returning it to its proper owner.