Dramione Diary: SEASON 1- Hermione Version | COMPLETED

Entry 8

A.N.- Thanks for following my story. I really appreciate it. And now.. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO JK ROWLING AND I OWN NOTHING EXCEPT MY MISTAKES.

July 15,1998

Dear Diary,

Well, I figured that if I wanted to accomplish my parents' dream of going back to England to live there, I decided to better start working on finding a suitable house for them which they could buy with the money earned by selling the house here in Australia. Ofcourse, there would be differences in exchange rates and all but you know what, happiness comes before economic issues. Ok, I guess that was weird. Let's move forward. So, yesterday I told my parents that I needed to work on finding them a house in Britain and they asked me to be safe and find a suitable house after which I apparated to a deserted place in that country. I don't usually make such silly mistakes but I was astonished and as a matter of fact, freaked out when instead of landing in a deserted British street where I had intended to land, I actually ended up landing outside the "haunted- for- me" Malfoy Manor. I should've been completely outta my mind but you know what, after so many weird and extraordinary years at Hogwarts with Harry, I think my tired mind just decided to go with the flow. That place gave me the willies even though I was not even inside it! I just wanted to run away from there without getting noticed. But well, ofcourse with my luck, I had to be seen by none other than Malfoy Junior. "Granger", he called me from behind. His voice was stern and a bit repulsive and something told me that he wasn't glad to see me there. Until I turned around and met his face. I watched him as his eyes grew into a size of two saucers and his mouth dropped open. He soon composed himself, making it apparent that the reaction was involuntary. Not to forget that I had taken in his looks as well. A tall young man whose legs resembled wooden sticks on which circus people walk (he won't even know what a circus is), hair not slicked back but adorably messy and incredibly toned arms. Though his face still looked pale and gave out the fact that he hadn't been in a bright mood for a long time. Soon after going through whole of my body, his eyes met mine. The surprised look that briefly appeared earlier had now vanished and a coldness descended on his face, particularly the now-normal eyes. "Well?", he asked, obviously demanding what I was doing outside his haunted manor. I stumbled over my words initially but surely made it clear to him that I had got lost. And how could he give away the opportunity to tease the "insufferable know-it-all"? Huh impossible! He asked me that he never expected me to get lost in such a known place. I just decided to drown his words off from my memory. Now that I was in front of him, I decided to say a quick thanks to him for his help in my parents' case and that was exactly what I did. And horror of horrors, he kissed me on my cheek! For some moments I felt like he was some 5 year old girl who kissed her father for bringing her a chocolate. And then he went away, leaving me to just go away from there and signaling that he was not interested in talking anymore. I just had to come back after that incident and postpone my house-search programme. Maybe it was weird that I felt happy because of his kiss. I shouldn't. Merlin, it isn't everyday that your school enemy kisses you on your cheek, is it?

Yours, Hermione