Dramione Diary: SEASON 1- Hermione Version | COMPLETED

Entry 9

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August 13, 1998

Dear Diary,

Can't believe how damn much has happened in this past month. I'm sorry for not keeping you updated with the happenings as I was just too busy. Well, by July 20, I had made Mum and Dad move in to their new house in England and they seemed to adapt to their new surroundings pretty quickly since all that was according to their tastes and choices. Soon after, I received another letter from Hogwarts. They had asked all the new professors too to come and help repair the damaged school. Well, I had mixed feelings about it. I mean, yes, I wanted to go. I wanted to help them out. I wanted to again walk through those corridors and on those floors. Not to forget that this time all of this would give me a completely different feeling.. I would go there as one of the professors and not as a student. Just hear this: Hermione Jean Granger, Professor of Arithmancy at Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But wait, would I be able to bear all the ruined sights? That was a problem. Moreover, there would be much lesser students as many of them were killed by the war. Many were paralyzed for life. Many would not be willing to come back. Even the professors would be less this time. It would certainly not be the same without Dumbledore. Surely, McGonagall will be brilliant in organising and keeping the school together. But oh come on, feel me- it won't be the same! But anyways, I decided to go. I had to prepare my dear school for education. It was my school and I had a responsibility towards it. So I went. McGonagall was softer than usual. Perhaps that strict attitude was what she reserved only for her students. Oh wait, I was also her student once. So, perhaps it was something related to the death of Dumbledore. The war had not even given us all enough chance to grieve our losses and seeing us all again maybe made her overwhelm with feelings. Anyways, she assigned us our rooms and I got the library. And oh sweet Merlin, I had to repair it alongside none other than Draco Malfoy! I wanted to first wait for Harry or Ginny but none of them had come so I went ahead to work. Madame Pince was not returning to Hogwarts, just so you know. Not to brag or anything, but I repaired the library even before Malfoy had arrived. It was not damaged much. So it was easy to repair. I was just locking the door when I saw Malfoy coming. Somehow, his grey eyes seemed to be peircing through my neck as he stared at me, or maybe glared at me, for as long as I was locking. I had to fight the urge to say anything hurtful to him since he hadn't said anything and this school-life bully had given me a big hand in bringing back my parents' memories with emotions attached. So there we were- face to face, with an awkward silence. Or may I say deafening silence? Ok whatever.. For a moment, no one spoke. But since I felt I kinda owed him, I just said, " Hey there, Malfoy." He responded with a short and curt "Granger". I figured it was gonna be tough making him get out of his shell. I wanted to thank him and it seemed to be the perfect timing for it since we both were alone there. So I began, " Well, I wanted to thank you for helping me out in my parents' case. It really means a lot." But right when it was gonna go a bit smoother between the two of us, I saw Malfoy's lips taking the shape of a smirk. I didn't want to say this but it was hard to control myself and so I blurted out: "Would you mind wiping that smirk off your ever-so-full-of-attitude face?" I almost wished to take back my words but those words seemed to do the trick and for the first time in my life, I heard him say "sorry". Hey, can you believe that? Malfoy apologizing to his school enemy! Moving on, he told me that all he did was to make up for being a bully to me throughout our school life. Sounded sensible. But you know what? It's hard to forgive someone who had actually started an entire war. But still, he had helped bring my world back to me: my parents. So I decided to give him a chance. His eyes showed sincerity. If Harry could forgive him, I could too. After all, everybody deserves atleast one chance. The rest days were kind of the best I had ever had. I was happier than usual. There was eagerness to work. And most of all, we were away from the all-time threats of death as Voldemort was no more. Malfoy was better with Harry than me. Maybe because there were more exchanges between them than between the two of us. I missed Ron but that feeling had started to wear off soon. I wanted him as my bestfriend. We were better as bestfriends than as lovers. Harry and Ginny are now going stronger than ever and I'm really happy for them. Ok, I'll make sure to write sooner now. Until next time.

Yours, Hermione