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It's 7th Year and It's Crazy
Chapter 3
September 16
Dear Diary,
Well, I guess my suspicions were correct. The love of my life asked out Christie Adams. She's smart and she's sweet, and she's beautiful, and I doubt Harry could be happier, unless he was with me. He's rather upset with me, I think, here's why:
A few days ago, Harry had asked me to help him with his Potions homework in the library at lunch. So, I thought, "Great, maybe I'll come clean and profess my love for him, and find out he feels the same." I knew this chance was nil, but w/e. So anyway, we were bent over a large dusty mottled book-the kind that smell musty and I love-trying to puzzle out the procedure of making a Befuddlement Draught, and all of a sudden, something or someone possessed me. That's the only way I can explain what I did. The sun was streaming in from the window and reflected off his ebony hair, and he was so cute because he was confused. Our heads were close together already, so I moved a bit closer, and he didn't notice. A tad closer, still no response. The sun was probably messing with my head, because all I could hear was the lyrics to the song I will always Love You by Shania Twain.
I hope life treats you kind
And I hope you have all you've dreamed of.
And I wish to you, joy and happiness.
But above all this, I wish you love.
And I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.
I, I will always love you.
All of a sudden I felt this panicky feeling in my chest. I mean I knew I loved Harry, but he doesn't know I'm the one for him. Am I supposed to wait around for days, possibly even weeks, before he comes to his flaming senses? I was in a sort of crazed state, so I gave it a chance. I leaned closer, until I could feel his breath on my cheek. I had reached the point of no return. I pressed my lips against his, and I could hear him gasp.
It was by far the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me in my boy-deprived life. It was warm and tender, and I felt a little spark as my lips met his. I'm getting a bit light-headed just thinking about it. So, I just sort of snapped out of the trance, grabbed my bags, and ran for it. As I'm thinking it over, Harry didn't really push me away, which could possibly mean he has a sort of yearning for me (please yes!). It could also be that he was merely being polite (Harry has always had impeccable etiquette, but please no!). Or it could be that he was in shock from being kissed by his best friend of 7 years (more likely but hopefully not).
Well, my soul mate has yet to say a word to me about the incident. Disappointing, but maybe (I hope!) he's waiting to tell me how I'm the only one for him. I'm waiting for him to do this, and have officially listened to my compilation of love songs 9 times. Incidentally all these songs seem to be about how a girl loved a boy and he loved her, but they broke up, and now the girl is heart broken. Not very encouraging I suppose, right? I guess I'll have to wait until my prince comes a sweeps me off my feet,
There's been a lot of dirt zooming around campus. Supposedly Sarah is dating Terry, and he's going to propose any day now. That is a highly unlikely thing. Hello?!?!? We're still teenagers. I thought that Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart. Ron and Luna have been given the title of, "Most likely to Wind up Married" I hear that Mrs. Weasley has already gotten out her old wedding dress and phoned the cake decorator.
Luna's brave. I don't know how she can handle Ron's temper. He had a particularly nasty row with Ginny, but came back looking all happy after he "chatted" with Luna. I suppose that snogging does do wonders to relieve stress. I can't say I'd mind giving it another go with Harry. On the other hand, if I had to kiss Crabbe or Goyle, *shudders* I'd rather spend a year's worth of detentions with Snape scrubbing cauldrons. (The first years always burn their frogs' guts, so they stick to the bottom, it isn't pleasant, or so I hear.) Gross.
Apparently, all the couples are being given titles. Draco and Ginny have been labeled, "Most likely to Stay Together unless the Overprotective Brother Intervenes" (So that's why Ron's so happy. I don't think he understands that Ginny and Draco are totally sticking together no matter what he does.
Harry and Christie have been awarded, "Most Powerful Couple" I guess this might be true. They're both considered attractive and popular (if you ignore the votes of the blockheads we call Slytherins. Sorry Draco-you know we love you!) But my question is, how can they stay the Most Powerful Couple if they aren't together anymore? Ah ha! I have found a loophole.
I wonder what Harry and I would be voted if (I mean WHEN) we get together. I'm smart and he's handsome, and charming, and polite, and sweet and a billion other great things. Maybe we would be called, "Most likely to Crush others with their Wit and Good Looks" The good looks being his and the wit being mine. Before the kissing incident, I happened to get a really good look at his bum. Maybe I'll join its fan club. I'm serious about this. There's a fan club of the Boy-Who-Lived's butt. It was started by two fourth years last year. I used to think that they were completely off their rocker, but now I realize that their cause is more sane that S.P.E.W. and that's saying something. Hmmm, maybe I can get a poster. Hahahaha, I know you probably think I'm a perv or w/e, but I'm not. You may have not realized it, but underneath the bookworm image, I'm just like any other girl. I have functioning raging hormones, which are beyond my control, like them. How else could I explain why I love Harry Potter?
Love,
Hermione Granger
Head Girl
Major Snips from Hogwarts:
As always, kissing and luv. The bug even bit me this time.
Harry looking puzzled in the library. I'm not sure if it was over the Potions or my actions.
Ron with a face like a tomato and steam coming out of his ears.
Ginny and Draco looking as happy together as always. Ron looking mad as always.
Christie gossiping or more like bragging to her annoying little friends. I am so not jealous. Alright, maybe a little, but like tinier than the beetle's eyes we put in our potions.
Ron savagely attacking his treacle tart like he hadn't eaten for a week.
Posters floating about for a party on Halloween in the ROR (Room Of Requirement). As always, we're ahead of the staff. Someone bewitched the invitations to look like shopping lists.
Neville once again red-faced appearing hand in hand with his honey from an empty classroom.
Two unidentified students sneaking into the Astronomy Tower.
Astronomy Tower named most popular and convenient make-out spot in Hogwarts Weekly (a newspaper published by the teens, for the teens, no grownups allowed)
Author's Note:
Okay, sorry, I tried to make this longer, but I needed to get the idea out as best I could. It might be a tad longer, hmmmm. I'm going away for the weekend so I won't be updating for a couple days unless I manage to get another chapter done by Thursday.
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XOXOXO
SlaptheWhiteFerret
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