Diary

I am glad that I finally found some time to write the second chapter to this story. Soccer, rugby, school, friends and boyfriends have been keeping me quite busy lately. I apologize to any who have been waiting for a long time for this. Unfortunately, as exams are coming up ( *gulp* Bio diploma this year) I doubt I will have much time to write much more. Please be patient and please review =D thankee kindly

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DISCLAIMER: None of the characters in this story belong to me. That honor belongs solely to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter Two - What Lies Ahead

November 8

Homework: Arithmancy -essay on Muggle Physics due Monday
Ancient Runes - research for end of year project: topic chosen - Stonehenge
Potions - research for Draught of Living Death
History of Magic - Descent Lines of S.S., G.G., H.H., and R.R.

People view me in different ways. Some see me as a terrific attribute to society. Others, a “brainy know-it-all git who has her nose up the teachers’ butts so long that it is a wonder she can breath.” And still others know me as the girl who knows Harry Potter: a Headline Helper. Unfortunately, there are also those that refer to me by what I am - what I am proud to be. I am Muggle born and I have nothing to be ashamed of. They call me Mudblood. They give me a badge of honor.

“Slytherin’s Pride” the curse of the house. “Gryffindor’s Courage,” the curse of my own. Each house has its strengths. But as time goes by, those strengths prove to be their weaknesses. If one were to exploit these weaknesses…I dare not say. I believe I am one of the few to even think of doing such a thing but I have no other choice - it is the only way to get to him.

And get at him I must, for he, I feel, holds the key…if he would find it. “Slytherin’s Pride” will work in both my favor and against me. My plan is ready - and so am I. All I need is a few minor pre-visionary adjustments to be made…

This will work but if it doesn’t…I don’t know what I will do…I wish I could tell someone: Ginny, Harry or even Ron - but not one of them would understand. If I have to go through with this alone…than I suppose I shall - regretfully.

“Hermione Granger is in love wi -

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Quickly, Hermione grabbed the sheet of parchment she had been writing on and shoved it under her mattress. Someone was approaching her four-poster. She grabbed a book and opened it to a random page just as the curtains were drawn back.

Hermione gave a sigh of relief. “Ginny, how was patrol?”

Ginny was absolutely beaming, “Marvelous,” she replied, “simply marvelous.”

“Marvelous?” Hermione scoffed, “How could it be marvelous? You were with Malfoy. He hates you just as much as he hates me…” At these words, Ginny began to glow a furious shade of red. Hermione couldn’t believe it. “Ginny! No! Ron will kill you and then me for letting you!” Ginny just smirked. “No! That’s final. I’m switching your patrol partner - anyone as long as it isn’t…”

“Malfoy has to agree with the changes doesn’t he?” interrupted Ginny, “I mean to say, he is Head Boy after all…seriously Hermione, you need to remember you are not the only person in this school with authority.” Looking like she had just stepped on a House Elf, Hermione couldn’t even stammer. Ginny took this opportunity to continue, “Besides, Malfoy wants to patrol with me. I am positive he won’t agree to switch partners…”

TWO NIGHTS LATER

“Weasley, I’m switching partners. Granger has offered to patrol with me.”

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Ginny stormed through the portrait hole later that night, scaring a couple of fourth years away from the entrance. Harry was sitting in his favorite chair, staring into the fireplace but when he saw Ginny, he rose quickly to his feet. The steely glare which she gave him was enough to stop any man dead in his tracks. Put down, Harry returned to his seat and continued his glazy eyed investigation.

Not even bothering to apologize to a group of first years she had pushed through, Ginny continued to march to and up the stairs that led to the girls’ dormitory. She stopped at the door marked “Seventh Years” and just as she was reaching for the handle, the door swung open. It was Hermione.

Without thinking, Ginny pulled back her arm and swung.

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Her head hurt. There was no doubt about that. Who knew that Ginny could hit that hard? Hermione could already feel her left eye beginning to swell.

Ginny hadn’t stayed long after she had hit Hermione. She had stayed just long enough to utter a few chosen words and give Hermione a few more bruises.

Lavender and Parvati were in hysterics. Both of them found it highly amusing that the Head Girl had been punched in the face by a Prefect. So, after an hour of trying to convince them that she actually had no idea why Ginny had hit her, Hermione went to bed.

Hermione didn’t go to sleep though. Instead, she drew out a crumpled piece of parchment from under her mattress and a quill from her bedside table. She began to write:

‘The first part of the plan has been executed but oh my God, did it hurt! I’m beginning to doubt whether I want to continue - if its going to hurt the people I love…I don’t know - but I don’t think I can stop now that I have started….why must it be this difficult? Maybe I’ll jus…”
Here the parchment lay blotted as Hermione drifted off to sleep to dream what she may.