Miss Granger's Diary

(1 Hermione is smart, isn't she? |Bloody Hell?!)

Time:

3:37 pm.

Sirius crept back into the room late last night. When he arrived, Harry and Hermione were already sound asleep. The room had created a magical window that let the moonlight in. Sirius sighed contently as he changed into his animagus form and settled onto the floor beneath the moonlight. He found that compared to the cots Dumbledore had conjured up, the floor was heaven, though only in his other form. He circled around his spot a few times -- as dogs usually do -- before finding a comfortable position and settling down. He curled up snuggling, his face buried near his tummy, his tail blocking the light from his eyes. He soon drifted off into a deep slumber.

Time:	10:58 pm.
Mood:	crushed.

Out of the corner of her eye, Blaise saw half the school staring at Draco over the course of the day. She, however, had resolved not even to look at him in passing if she could help it. She was worried about him, but at this point her pride was deeply wounded and the seeds of anger were beginning to take root in her heart.

She was in Snape's office again between Arithmancy and dinner, and then she had hidden herself behind the curtains around her bed and studied for hours after Astronomy.

There was a tap at her window. She peeked out of her bed curtains, and saw Aquillo...Draco must have finally owled her. She jumped up and crossed the room quickly, opening the window and letting the eagle owl in.

But...there was no letter on his leg. Her heart sank. Aquillo was too competent to have lost a letter. No...the owl was just visiting her.

Draco hadn't sent him at all.

She absentmindedly stroked his soft feathers, finally letting two weeks of tears slide silently down her face.