Stupid Mudblood Granger

Entry Four

The Harry Potter world still does not belong to me. Which is disappointing.

Stupid mudblood Granger. I'm sorry I haven't written in a while, but a lot happened. You still remember how Granger had been put in her place? Well, new developments on that. I thought everything was fine. Granger was no longer bothering us, and Draco seemed a lot happier than he had been before. Of course I should have suspected something was up. One day coming back from class, I decided to use the washroom. No one uses it anymore because of moaning Myrtle, but I really had to go. It was only when I reached for the door when I heard the muted sobs. I stopped with my ear pressed up against the door. The voice had sounded familiar, but I shrugged it off and went inside. What I found was a crying Hermione Granger sitting against the mirror. I stood there in muted shock until she noticed me. She jumped up, still sniffling. And that was when I had made the first mistake. I walked over, sat her down and said "What's wrong?" Her eyes had widened as she shook her head and managed to stammer out "N-nothing." I knew there was something up, but I didn't want to push into it too deep. "Okay then." I said and stood up. I left the washroom that day with a startled Granger staring behind me. What do I care? It's really none of my business what goes on in her life. But I can't help feeling a bit of... curiosity. That's all it is. Nothing more. I couldn't care less about the mudblood.