Miss Granger's Diary

Time:

1:21 am.

Fred and George left Hogwarts, feeling somewhat dejected. Somehow, they had managed to infuriate everyone they came in contact with, even the very person they had gone to protect. Were they really that rotten of people, that they left feelings of anger and frustration in their wake?

They also left Hogwarts with unfinished business. As they weren't in the mood to go home and wanted to stay close by, the chose to rent a room in a cheap Wizarding hotel located in Hogsmeade. . .

Fred and George slowly opened the door to their small motel room. It wasn't much of a room, but it was all they could afford at the moment. They were, despite their joke shop's recent success, still Weasleys. While their business was doing surprisingly well, it was still a fledgling business, and they were not yet "rolling in dough" as a certain person seemed to believe. . . Maybe someday they could afford to stay in four star suites, but today wasn't that day.
Besides, they had a more pressing issue to worry about. They doubted they'd even notice how rank their room really was, but then again . . .

You'd think they'd spiff this place up a bit, Fred said, noting the dilapidated bed. There are spells for that, you know . . .
George grimaced. Yeah, but they'd want more galleons for the magic. He paused, then added (before Fred could respond): I don't think we ought to tamper with anything either.

With that said, he plopped himself down on the sagging bed. We sure did make a mess of things tonight, I don’t think Ginny will ever forget about it.

Ginny? Of course she will. She dramatizes everything. . . *quietly* I’m more worried about Harry. I think we’ve really gone and done it now . . .

Everything’s gloom and doom with him lately. He’s moodier than–

Percy. I know.

Maybe we did get a bit out of hand. . .

George was thinking about their "clever" idea now. At the time, it seemed perfectly reasonable to inflict the most ancient of curses on Malfoy, but it was beginning to seem a bit ridiculous. Harry had been right. They didn’t know those spells, though they claimed to. It wouldn’t be a first time they’d tried a dangerous spell without knowing how. . .

Do..you..think, Fred interrupted his thoughts. we should...*gulp* apologize?

Subject:	The Day After
Time:	1:42 am.

With the way things had progressed last night, Draco was in what seemed to be the best mood he'd ever been in, by far. He had thought about the events of the previous night at least a hundred times over during the day, thinking more deeply on the highlights of his night. Cursing the Weasley girl, getting the better of Dean, finding the room, Blaise and the events following the discovery of the room...it all seemed almost surreal.

The two had spent the day within the amazing little room, therefore missing all events taking place outside of their sanctuary. It was getting late now and it had been decided that the first place they needed to go was to Snape's Office... or at least to find the man wherever he was at the moment.

They both gathered their things, [silk pajamas and all], and headed out the door. As they left, Draco made a mental note of where the room was located and they stealthily made their way back to the dungeons. Luckily they didn't really have to hide as everyone was in the Great Hall enjoying their dinner and they were lucky enough to make it all the way back to the common room without running into a single person.

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Time:

3:33 am.

Professor Snape watched the door close behind Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. He shook his head slightly, still smirking. He had no idea what they'd taken him for, but they certainly had seemed nervous when they'd entered. As if the head of Slytherin house would be anything less than completely sympathetic to the plight of a defenseless pair of his own students. He was sure he likely hadn't gotten the whole truth, but at this point it didn't concern him.

He flipped through a few sheets of parchment that were on his desk. Pathetic essays from his fifth year Potions class. As usual.

Snape gave up on trying to find something redeeming in the assignments before him, and sat back in his chair. True, there were one or two Gryffindors whom he loathed less than others, but he had no special affection for Ginny Weasley or Dean Thomas. He prepared himself mentally for the meeting he would doubtlessly have with Dumbledore the following day, and every so often he would catch himself sneering involuntarily.

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Time:	9:10 am.
Mood:	anxious.

Sitting in the great hall, eating his lunch, dean noticed that everybody was talking about last nights events. He kept his head down low and while eating his chicken and veggie pie he wondered what he was going to do. Just as Dean had decided he was going tell hermione everything, somebody tapped him on the sholder and said "hi Dean" Dean jumped with a start

(Bloody Hell?!)

Time:

1:18 pm.

Blaise woke up early on Saturday morning. She instantly knew something was wrong, but what that was...

Then it came to her. She seemed to be missing a set of silk pajamas. This wouldn't have been such a problem except for the fact that she had worn them to bed that night.

Luckily, all of her roommates seemed to be fast asleep. She got dressed quickly, making a mental note to owl her father for some new robes to replace the ones that had been ruined this week, and took off out the door for an early breakfast, seeing as she hadn't eaten much the day before.

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Time:	3:14 pm.
Mood:	nervous.

Dean's Hand trembled as he wrote. He was very nervous about this letter and wrote it several times before he was happy with it. As Dean trooped up to the owlery he went through in his head what dumbledores response would be. Would he get a detention? Would he be Susspened? Or would he be expelled? Dean wondered what his mothers reaction would be if her were suspended or expelled and shudderd at the thought. When he reached the owlery he selected and owl and called it down closer to him. Hands still shaking he found it difficult to tie the parchment to the owls leg but in the end succeded. He walked to the window with the owl pearched on his arm then set it off. He watched the owl fly off into the distance, wondering why it wasnt heading for Dumbledores office.

( Owl to Dumbledore )