Hermione Granger was a girl with secrets, a lot of secrets. She had secrets that only she and her friends knew, she had secrets that only she knew, but she also had secrets that even Hermione didn't realize were true.

The truth was that there were several different Hermione Grangers. The side that she showed to her friends, a prim and proper bookworm that hates breaking the rules. There was the side that she showed to her enemies, that side was summed up in one word: revenge.

Then there was the side that she showed to Draco Malfoy. Most people would believe that Draco was one of her enemies, Hermione didn't consider that to be true. She might keep the pretence that she hated his guts, but she considered him to be an outlet for all her pent-up frustration.

She enjoyed her little spats with him, no one else could give her as good an argument as him. Not that she would ever tell him that, that would be against the rules. Against the rules she put up in her mind, to prevent herself from falling for him. Against the unspoken agreement that they had come to.

Her eyes followed his handsome face across the Common Room as she pretended to read her book. This same, boring old book that she had read ten times before, but still read it to put up this façade that she had kept up for seven years.

What happened to me? She wondered to herself. She used to be more exciting, full of life! She used to tease or laugh at her friends that would rather spend time in the library than go to the movies, or camp out in the forest.

It started with Hogwarts. The letter had caught her off-guard, threw the world that she thought she had figured out on its head. They had mentioned books, and she scoffed at the thought of them.

But she had been so pressured by her parents, so worried of failing the new, exciting class that she knew nothing about, that she had thrown her brain into overdrive and studied more than she had in her entire life.

She had disobeyed the routine that she had put up in her mind. Study for a few hours, then spend the rest of the day with her friends. It was enough to get an average grade. But her parents wanted perfection, they didn't care about how many friends she had, or what she wanted, they just wanted her to study.

"Oh, Minny!" Her mother had squealed, when she had shown her the letter, calling her the name that she hated. "This is the perfect chance to get some good grades for a change!" She had said.

"Yes, Hermione" Her father had said seriously "No more of this slacking off. You study, and you study hard." That was it. No celebration. No congratulations. And certainly no one told her that they were proud that their little girl could do magic. Just a warning telling her to work hard.

She wanted to rebel, she wanted to show her friends the real her… But she couldn't.

How would she go about it, for one? How would she tell the people that had known her for the last seven years of her life that they didn't know her at all? How does someone do that?

That was why she was so relieved when she had entered this truce with Draco. It was a chance to be who she wanted! It didn't matter what he thought, she hated her anyway.

But the insults and threats, the nights spend arguing over trivial things, the small dash they had for the bathroom every day, they made them unintentionally get to know each other.

Hermione had gotten a taste of what it was like to be her former self, the Hermione she loved, she was unwilling to revert back for her friends.

Now she was desperately wanting to show who she really was to her friends, but scared of rejection. As well as wanting to be more than almost-friends, or whatever she was to Draco, but she couldn't admit it to anyone but herself, and even then only barely.

The blond haired Adonis left the room, and while he was gone, Hermione closed her diary and left it on top of the despised book, Hogwarts: A History. She then left the Common Room to her room. There, she lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling that her eyes had traced over many times before, unwilling to go to sleep for fear of more dreams about the only person that could make her so happy and fearful at the same time.