This diary belongs to Hermione Jean Granger

My quest to become Mrs "him"

Saturday:

When did it start?

When did I notice him?

I've decided to start a diary for the first time in my life. Mmmm aged 17 and I've never needed a diary up to now, and it's all because of him.

I think about him every minute of every day, well maybe not every minute as I am trying to pass exams and keep up my title of "know it all".

I can't speak long now I'm off to watch a Quidditch game, what fun – not, but that's what best friends are for.

Sunday:

I saw "him" at the game, I am minding my own business running to get a good spot to watch the game, when guess who I bump into? Yep "him". I went bright red as I looked up at him and tried to smile but I think I came off looking like Sheldon Cooper in the The Griffin Equivalency, (if you haven't seen the muggle show called the The Big Bang Theory is basically a show about a bunch of nerds – now you know why I like it and all their adventures), well back to my smile it was a cross between a shark, all teeth and someone who's trying to hold in a fart.

It wasn't pretty. I know this as all "he" could do was frown and me like he couldn't work out what I was doing and he didn't even take any points off me - he must have felt sorry for me, (it's a start).

Anyway the bump – Swoon, he's not a skinny as you might think, more slender, strong, muscular, handsome, tall, dark ….. oh sorry I've got to go, I'll be back tomorrow I've got to go and have a cold shower.

Tuesday:

Classes with "him" today, unfortunately this also includes other people why can't I afford private lessons with "him" – mmm, I never thought of that until I wrote it here, I wonder if he does private lessons? I'll have to work up the courage to ask.

Well back to the lesson, it was fine until Neville in his infinite wisdom decided to add the 3 drops of belladonna before the cup of moonstone, well you can guess what happened, yup exploded all over us, before I could say a word though "he's" striding over shouting taking house points away and looking at us as we're dirt. Not the start I had hoped for in my quest to become Mrs "him"

I must think of a way to get in his good books, I would love to see him smile.