(Hello everyone.... well here it is... a new page! I know it doesn't seem like much, but I worked hard on it and I also have College now so its taking me longer to write! I hope you enjoy!! R/R for insperation!! and in case your wondering.. yes there will be more journal entries for your enjoyment! Have Fun... Take Care!)
When Harry finished making the porridge, he served a bowl to each of the Dursley's and sat himself down on the grass a short distance away from them. He was expecting his uncle to suddenly start questioning Harry about his whereabouts and why he hadn't spent the night in his tent, but that didn't happen. Mr. Dursley flipped through an old newspaper, Dudley studied his television and Mrs. Dursley glanced through the House and Home magazine. Harry ate his breakfast as fast as he could and then snuck back into the tent, eager to wrap his fingers around Hermione's journal.
He looked into the foot of the sleeping bag; there it was, propped up beside her pink backpack. Its hard, black, leather cover with large golden letters marked H.J.G across the center reflected in Harry's eyes. Her words, her thoughts, her emotions and the memories were like a drug to Harry; he wished he could keep the journal until he could read every single entry. Each page was a new adventure into Hermione's heart and he was greedy to know more about her and maybe a little bit more about himself.
November 1st 1995
Everything always happens to Harry. Two days ago the Goblet of Fire chose its Champions. Victor Krum: He's from Durmstrang He's a famous Quidditch player and has his own signature move called the Wonky Faint. It was interesting watching him play at the Quidditch World Cup. The second champion is Fleur Delacour: She's from Beauxbaton She's part Veela. I don't like her very much… she's rude and seems to have a hint of arrogance to her (something I really can't tolerate). Ron is a complete mess around her and it frustrates me because all he sees is her beauty and doesn't see how she treats others, in other words, he's being shallow. The third Champion is Cedric Diggory from our school: He's from Hufflepuff, he plays Quidditch (he's a Seeker just like Harry) and the Hogwarts girls seem to be giving him just as much attention lately as Krum receives on a daily basis. They're acting quite silly is you ask me… getting Cedric and Krum to sign various items like schoolbags, t-shirts and… wait a minute, I was like that with Lockhart wasn't I?
Harry laughed at Hermione's late realization.
Anyways… There were suppose to be only three Champions from each school, but something strange happened and the Goblet of Fire gave Hogwarts another champion… Harry. I know Harry wasn't pleased with the age restriction that was placed for becoming a Champion and I know he had tried to get his name into the goblet several times along with Ron, Fred and George… but when I saw the look on Harry's face when Dumbledore called his name, I knew something wasn't right, I needed to have a talk with Harry. Ron was absolutely furious with him and I thought maybe it would quickly pass, I was hoping Ron would go to bed and wake up the next morning, Harry would tell Ron what happened and things would go back to normal. That didn't happen… This morning I woke up early, I couldn't sleep, so I decided I would get an early morning start and get myself some breakfast at the Great Hall. I couldn't believe when I saw Ron all by himself at the Gryffindor table, with a charms book propped up in front of him picking at a cresaunt. This is going to be a bad argument, Ron was reading, he never reads… even when he has to! So much for me hoping things would work themselves out… I sat down next to him and dropped some casual conversation and got some smart remarks in return, something along the lines of… "Morning Ron." "Hi Hermione." "How are you?" "How am I? She asks how I am? I thought you were suppose to be smart Hermione." "Care to tell me what's bothering you?" "Nothing really… only that my best friend found a way of entering himself into the tournament and didn't care enough to let me in on the secret, only that my best friend is lying to me and that my other best friend… yes, you Hermione… has to ask me what's wrong when she should bloody know!" "Ron, lets just talk to Harry when he comes down for breakfast and hear his side of the story." "I'm not going to talk to him." "Your not?" "No I'm not Hermione, now leave me alone." "Okay Ron, I guess I'll talk to you later." "Fine." … I took some toast in a napkin and set off for the common room to talk to Harry. I thought maybe he was going to attempt hiding in his bed, but I nearly ran into him as he was climbing out of the portrait hole. His hair was definitely messier then usual, he was slightly pale and I knew he was praying that I wouldn't react the same way Ron did. We walked around the lake eating toast and just talking… I wish Harry opened up like this more often, I like talking to him one on one, understanding his feelings and just being there for him.
Harry sighed. There's so much that he wanted to tell Hermione and Ron. He always kept it to himself because he didn't want them worrying about him, but they, or at least Hermione, seemed to worry about him more when he didn't tell them his secrets.
I don't know how long we just walked and talked, but my legs did hurt a little after our conversation… I think I have to remember to wear comfortable shoes when having a private conversation with Harry ha, ha, ha. Well, I really got carried away today and I should be getting some sleep… so that's all I'm writing.
Harry flipped the journal's pages forward.
November 14th 1995
"Harry has found love at Hogwarts. His close friend, Colin Creevey, says that Harry is rarely seen out of the company of one Hermione Granger, a stunningly pretty Muggle-born girl who, like Harry, is one of the top students in the school."
That was a quote from the Daily Prophet dated November 12th 1995. I think that Skeeter woman needs to borrow Professor Trelawney's thick glasses for a day if she thinks I'm "stunningly pretty" I could nearly care less what Pansy Parkinson thinks of me, but its not just a handful of Slytherin girls making rude and hurtful remarks… its coming from all houses alike. I walked into the girls bathroom (well one of them anyway) and a whole group of girls from different houses were discussing the article, they were trying to keep their voices low and obviously hadn't noticed that I walked in on them, not that it would matter if they did notice, I'm sure they would carry on anyway… It was something along the lines of… "You MUST be joking, Harry, in love with HER?" "That's what it said in the Daily Prophet" "Was it in the humor section?" "Rita said she was 'stunningly pretty' Do any of you agree?" "I sure as hell don't… I think Rita Skeeter was dropped as a young witch far too many times, if you ask me" "I agree, Granger is sure to die a virgin" "What do you think Harry sees in her?" "An easy target." "That's not funny Clarissa, you know Harry wouldn't do something like that!" "Why not?… I kind of like the idea of him being naughty." "You guys are just too obsessed. I don't think Harry's interested in her at all. You're forgetting that Rita Skeeter lies a lot." "That's true, she did lie about Granger after all." They all laughed.
At first, I was going to go inside and not let them bother me and let them say anything they want… but it hurt, I wanted to run, but my feet where glued to the floor. I wanted to hide in shame, shame of who I was, of who I am. I left the bathroom and put on a brave face… for Harry. I cried about it that night, I didn't want anyone to see me or hear me and I knew that I had to stay strong for Harry. Ron and him still aren't on speaking terms, I know it's tearing them both inside out (of course, they're both too proud to talk it over… boys) and he's also being teased about that Skeeter woman's article. I'll get her back for it one of these days… I don't have many people on my 'hate' list, but she's making her way to the top fairly quickly. I really needed to get all this out and now that its out I do feel a lot better. Tomorrow I'm going to attempt (yet again) to get those two talking again, I hate being caught in the middle!
Harry couldn't believe the injustice Hermione received. He knew that Pansy had made several rude comments about Hermione's appearance, but she was part of Malfoy's group of friends and it was expected that she would open her big mouth and say something hurtful, but Harry never dreamed that girls from other houses had been so terrible to her, and she managed to cover it all up and stay strong for him? She had always been such a good friend, and he, Harry had taken that for granted on several occasions. He would make it up to her and he promised himself not to complain about doing homework or studying with Hermione ever again. Harry was furious that other girls thought Hermione wasn't pretty, but then he grinned to himself and remembered that Hermione wasn't pretty, she was absolutely beautiful. He wondered who the girls were and what made them think that Hermione would die a virgin. The only reason the male population wasn't flocking to her like bees to honey was because they feared Harry.
He had walked in on a conversation in the Boys Dormitory once and the subject was Hermione, her long slender legs and what they would like to do with her in the library (or anywhere) at night. Harry then used a series of colorful words and threats to get his message across; no one touches Hermione, if they do, they get an encounter with his wand. The message must have spread across Hogwarts quickly because the usual boys who would follow Hermione and wait for her to drop something, stopped their routine. He wondered how Hermione hadn't noticed them before, but was glad she didn't because he had her nearly all to himself. He felt guilty about it, but it gave him hope that maybe one day she would look at him in a different light and see him as a man, not a boy with a scar.
It was worse when Ron began dating Luna. He was very happy for both of them, but when they held hands, shared affectionate stares and kissed with a burning passion, he would have to restrain himself from doing the same to Hermione, who often sat right beside him.