Hey kids! I'm back!
I don't know how good this chapter is…I wrote it at 3 AM after my last final. Comments are welcome.
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Bloody hell! My head! Hermione opened one eye and groaned as the morning sunlight poured in the window across from her bed. She groaned even louder as she tried to sit up.
"Good morning!" Lavender said cheerfully, entering the bedroom in her bathrobe. "Finally getting up I see."
"Shhh! Head. Hurt. Nauseous." Hermione growled at Lavender.
Lavender giggled as she conjured a glass of sobriety potion for her hungover friend and gave it to her. "Drink this, it will make you feel better."
"Thanks." She sipped the concoction and slowly got up and dressed in sweats. She was in no mood to make herself look presentable. She ran a brush tenderly through her hair, which seemed to make her migraine throb even more, and sat down on her bed to wait for Lavender to finish getting ready.
"Oh, honey. You've got to tell me everything that happened last night. You must have had so much fun. I want to hear every detail!" The look on Hermione's face indicated that the memory of the previous night was not making her feel any better. "What? Did something happen?"
"You could say that." Hermione groaned.
"Tell me everything." Lavender said sounding very concerned.
"Well. We all got very very drunk." Hermione started
"Obviously." Lavender chuckled. Hermione did not look amused. "Sorry. Continue."
"And then Ron decided to be the biggest prat in the world and just announce to the whole world that Harry should tell me that he has a crush on me." Hermione said angrily.
"He what?" Lavender's eyes were the size of saucers.
"Yeah, and when Harry didn't say anything . . .like he had anything to say . . .Ron kept going on saying that I had always been in love with Harry but never noticed that he liked me back because my nose was always in a book or in my . . .my . . .Oh shit!" Hermione jumped up and stumbled over to her bedside table.
"That jerk! I'll hex that Ron Weasley into the next millennium! Hermione. What are you doing?" Lavender asked.
"My diary. Where is it?" Hermione said searching through the drawer she usually kept it in.
"You write in a diary?" Lavender snickered. "Should have guessed."
"Shit. Shit. Double shit!" Hermione frantically searched her side of the room and then proceeded to looking under Lavender's bed. "WHERE IS IT?!?!" she yelped.
"I'm sure its somewhere. We'll find it later, breakfast is starting and I'm starving." She said heading towards the stairwell.
"No, Lav, you don't understand. I write everything in this diary. EVERYTHING!!" Hermione cried. Lavender was obviously not catching the hint, so she continued. "I have written everything about HIM." Her voice was almost a whisper.
Lavender's eyes grew wide. "Him? As in Harry?"
"Shh! Yes, him. And by everything, I mean everything." Hermione whined.
"The dreams?" Lavender asked sadly.
All Hermione could do was nod. She felt like crying. She knew that she had poured her soul out into that notebook. If anyone ever read it, her life would be exposed. And she knew that she would end up the talk of the whole school in no time. The Hogwarts grapevine was notorious. At least I am leaving this place in a few days. Maybe after a few years no one will remember the girl who had sex dreams about the famous Harry Potter.
"It can't be that bad. You must have put some charms on it to prevent anyone to read it." Lavender said matter-of-factly. Hermione just groaned and plopped down on her bed. "You didn't put charms on it? Hermione! This isn't like you."
"I know. I guess I just didn't think." The words sounded funny as they came out of her mouth. There's a first, Granger. You not thinking something to death is like Snape giving no homework. Never happens. "I guess that all logic goes out the window when it comes to him." She sighed.
Lavender came and sat down next to her on her bed and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure it will turn up somewhere. And unless its Malfoy, whoever finds it will return it safely." She said soothingly.
"I'd like to believe you." Hermione sighed again. My life is over. Someone will read my deepest thoughts and dreams and the whole school will know and my life as I know it is over. Shit.
"You need to get something in your stomach. It will make you feel better. Lets go down to breakfast and maybe someone will have already found it. Later we can retrace your footsteps and see if we can locate it ourselves." Lavender said and both the girls slowly ambled down towards the Great Hall.
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Harry hadn't slept all night. His head throbbed from all the alcohol, no sleep, and the startling secret he had uncovered. I thought that nothing could surprise me after all I'd been through the past seven years. I guess I was wrong.
"Harry? Holy shit! What happened last night?" Ron sat up on his elbows, squinting at the bright sunlight. Harry quickly hid the notebook under his pillow. He was in the middle of reading through it for the umpteenth time, trying to convince himself that maybe it was just a dream.
"I don't remember much myself, but I remember you being the biggest prat in history." Harry frowned recalling the night before.
"Huh? What did I do?" Ron asked. Harry couldn't tell if he was confused or mad at his comment.
"After too many drinks, you decided to tell Hermione that I had a crush on her and then said that she had been in love with me forever. She got upset and left." At this Ron groaned and plopped back down and pulled the covers over his head. "Yeah, smooth move Casanova."
"I'm sorry, Harry. You know that I cant control what I say when I get fire whiskey in me. I just say what I'm thinking." Ron's voice was muffled through the blankets.
"I know. But why were you thinking that? Why were you thinking about Hermione and me?" Harry asked, slowly swinging his legs over the side of the bed, wincing as he gingerly leaned over to where his wand lay on the table and conjured two cups of sobriety potion.
"Harry. You can't say that you haven't noticed the way she looks at you." Ron said, pulling the blankets away from his head and accepting the potion from Harry. "Its completely obvious."
"I seriously had no idea." Until now, Harry thought. As he got dressed his mind turned back to the diary. No wonder she didn't want me to see what she was writing. No wonder she didn't want to talk to me. I have been so concerned that she was hiding something horrible, I never thought to think that it would be something this . . . this . . .
"And you, you know that you are secretly in love with her too. You have been forever, but you probably didn't realize it." Ron said, smiling at the look on Harry's face.
. . .wonderful! Harry finished his thought. He was smiling from ear to ear. Hermione is in love with me! I can hardly believe it!
Harry drank down the rest of his sobriety potion and felt it almost instantly relieve a lot of his aches and pains that come along with a hangover. Ideas began swirling around in his head. "I've got to talk to her." He said, dashing towards the door. Then he thought of the diary, retrieved it from under his pillow and started out the door again.
"Wait, Harry! Is that what I think it is?" Ron said, jumping out of bed, then wincing at the sensation in his head from standing up too fast.
"Yeah, its her diary." Harry said, staring at it in his hands as though it was a precious artifact.
"Where'd you get . . . Oh! I remember now. She left it at the Three Broomsticks." Ron said, wide-eyed.
"Yeah, I have to go return it to her. She'd be at breakfast by now." Harry said.
"Tell me you didn't read it." Ron said suspiciously. Harry didn't reply. "Harry! I cant believe you read it!"
Harry just blushed and looked at his feet.
"Well, come on, mate! What did it say!" Ron gave Harry a mischievous smile.
Harry laughed. "Sorry, Ron, but I cant tell you. But lets just say that it shed a lot of light on the situation." And with that, he was out the door and heading towards the Great Hall.
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