Dramione Diary: SEASON 1- Hermione Version | COMPLETED

Entry 11

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August 25, 1998

Dear Diary,

Malfoy again came to imbalance my already disturbed equilibrium. This time, not in reality, but in dreams. Yes, literally in dreams!

Now I don't know why this happened. Maybe it was because I crave love after breaking up with Ron? Maybe because I still miss him and it was Ron in Malfoy's disguise? Maybe it was that weird kiss Malfoy gave me on the cheek that evening? Whatever it was, it was enough to mess up my mind to the extent that I haven't been able to get him out of my brain since last night when I woke up because of that dumb dream. Lemme tell how it went. This is the main purpose I'm writing today since writing out what you wanna get out of your mind and heart actually helps in relieving your system and you feel extremely refreshed after that. Yeah, so it went like this:

I was sitting near Hagrid's hut on a pleasant day perhaps around 1996. I know this because of Malfoy's hairstyle during those days. Okay, don't think I was in love with him or anything that it made me notice such a trivial thing about him, but as you know, I'm quite good at observation so it just is my habit. Anyways, I was sitting like that and the sunny day soon became a windy one. I remember vaguely how I felt I was becoming.. I felt really terrified and was going blank. I wasn't Hermione anymore. I was a dementor. I felt this because of so many dark-clouds-like, cloak-wearing, black supernatural beings who were surrounding me were obviously the dementors, and yet they weren't attacking me. After being a bit terrified because of them being so close and still not attacking me, I came to realize that I was actually one of them. I suddenly felt a power in my body and hunger in my eyes. They wandered off to a white-blond head walking in the garden. Now, what came inside me I don't know, but then next moment I was completely just following him. I was chasing him. It was Malfoy. I was chasing Malfoy like crazy. He looked like a ghost there. His eyes were bloodshot and his skin was whiter than white, as if he was already out of his head from crying. Yet I was following him. And I was a dementor. So it is easy to guess what happened next, right? I followed him to the point he could no longer move and fell back on the ground on his back. And I kissed him. Full on, of course. Since I was a dementor. Then I left him there to die and soon found another dementor rushing towards me. I was back to being Hermione. I was again on the ground yet amidst dark clouds which filled the sky. I felt powerless and hopeless. I don't know what possessed me since I wasn't able to do any magic, produce my patronus or even move. It was as if I was paralized. Paralized and terrified. And the dementor came to control me and then it kissed me! How horrified I felt! I felt my knees trembling and my face boiling. My stomach felt a hollowness and I believed that I was never going to be happy again. I felt suffocated and wanted to shout out loud. I felt difficulty in breathing as if I was being strangled. That was what woke me up and I lay in bed feeling like dying. My face was covered with beads of sweat. But I didn't even have the strength to go and drink some water in the kitchen.

I lay in bed. It was a weird feeling. I liked how Malfoy looked even when he was like that, in that situation. I wanted to see that face again. The scenes in the dream and even the pace and sequence were so clear in my head that I felt as if it was all real. So much so, I still remember everything!

Damn it, mum's calling and I haven't told anyone about you. I hope she doesn't enter here in my room right now as I want to keep you as my secret companion.

Let's continue next time!

Yours, Hermione