A/N: Hi, people (waves energetically)! Allow us to introduce ourselves, our names are Sarah and Sophia, and we write all our stories together. We're best friends (hug)!!! Anyway, we just wrote this story on a whim, to see what fan fiction writing is like. In the unlikely event that people will actually like this fic, we'll probably continue it. Until then, enjoy!
Diary of Hermione Granger, Bookworm Extraordinaire
November 30th
Hi Diary, or should I refer to you as that? After all, you are merely an inanimate
object composed of leather and parchment. I, as an intelligent individual, should be
above this meaningless and petty activity of scrawling random hormone- fueled thoughts
on scraps of paper. Ah, who am I kidding? Anyway, I suppose you wish to know why I
am keeping a diary, a stupid, abhorrent practice usually only done by mindless, boy-crazy
tarts, AKA Parvati and Lavender. I, Hermione Antigone Penelope Athena Granger (what
can I say, my parents are obsessed with Greek literature), must be either going insane, or
coming down with something. How did I come to this conclusion? Well, this morning, I
sat next to Ron in the Great Hall, and saw him stuffing his face in a most disgusting
manner (really, I should write to Mrs. Weasley about it). I fully intended to reprimand
him for being such a Neanderthal, but then, he turned and smiled at me. I know, that's
not exactly an unusual activity. In fact, I think he had a bit of egg stuck between his
teeth. Still, I suddenly felt tingly and warm all over. I am quite worried, because I think
I may be coming down with Doxy Flu. Let me look up the symptoms in 1001 Magical
Maladies again, one second...Oh NO! It states that such an illness could cause purple
hair, running sores, and worst of all, lowered IQ!! PANIC ATTACK!!!!!
Okay...must...calm...down...deep...cleansing...breaths...oh, wait. It states that only
people of the male gender can be infected. Whew! Okay, panic attack over. My
therapist would be so proud of me! But then, why did I feel this way? Can Ron have
anything to do with it? No, it couldn't be. That's impossible. I mean, I'm talking about
Ron Weasley, my best friend, the one who's annoyed me for years, the one who always
makes fun of my passion for books and literature. Plus, he always is borrowing my
homework! I try to refuse him, but then he looks at me with those adorable blue eyes
and...wait a second. Did I just call Ron "adorable"? I can't have a crush on him...can I?
Oh dear.