Dear Diary,
OOOOOO! I am SO MAD AT RON!! He messed up everything! Why did he have to do that? Now Harry's never going to talk to me....EVER! Why can't Ron love someone else? Now Harry probably thinks we're in love....but I'm not with him! Pavarti says that she'll talk to Harry about it...after all, they did go to the Yule Ball together...Wish us luck!

Hermione and Lavender walked around the girl's dorm, waiting for Pavarti. Hermione felt terrible. She had thrown up several times, and Lavender was afraid to bring her anything to eat, she didn't want to leave Hermione.

"Lavender?"

"Yea Hermione?"

"I want something to eat. Can I go with you? Erm...can you come with me?"

"Sure 'Mione."

*****

Pavarti, however, was having a bad time. She couldn't find Harry anywhere. However, she kept running into Malfoy...of all people! Pavarti tried not to notice, but after the 8th time, she got a little impatient.

"Malfoy?"

"Yea Patil?"

"Why are you following me?"

"I'm not following you." Malfoy leaned up against the corridor wall, his smirk apparent. Pavarti tried not to notice this.

"Yes you are. This is the seventh-"

"Eigth."

"-eight time you've- See! You're even keeping track! You are following me! Admit it!"

"No, I think you're following me."

"Good thing I'm not. I'm looking for Harry. Have you seen him?"

"You're always looking for Potter. Did you lose him? Why don't you keep a leash on your man." Malfoy spat bitterly. Pavarti glared.

"He's not my man. For your information, I'm trying to make him Hermione's man. Now, have-you-seen-him?"

"Yes-I-have. I might as well, since everyone's looking for him. He's with Dean at the library."

"Thank you Malfoy."

"You're welcome...Pavarti." Once again, struck by Malfoy's politeness towards her, she actually smiled at Malfoy. Malfoy's smirk disappeared into a smile. Then he walked away, hands in his pockets, whistling a tune.

*****

Harry and Dean were flipping through books in the library. Harry was getting frustrated.

"Dean...I can't find it man."

"Harry, I've told you...there are no books written yet on the way a woman's mind works! Never has, and probably never will."

"Then how am I supposed to figure out why Hermione likes Ron and not me?!?"

"Harry," Dean turned to Harry, "Did it ever occur to you to....wait for it...talk to Hermione?" Harry gave him a funny look.

"Dean, Hermione and I don't talk about things like that."

"Well, it wouldn't hurt to try, or at least talk to one of Hermione's other friends." Harry stared at Dean, confused.

"Hermione has other friends? Who?" Dean rolled his eyes, and went back to the book he was reading. "Dean! WHO?"

"Lavender and Pavarti.They-"

"HARRY!" Harry turned to see Pavarti headed towards him. He jumped out of the way before she crashed into him. She came to a halt, panting. "H-h-harry..."

"Calm down Pavarti. What's wrong?"

"Hermione....wanted to....tell you that...she's sorry...about Ron. S-sh-she want's to ap-p-pologize...they're not together." Pavarti stood up straight and looked Harry dead in the eye. "She loves you Harry."

Dean looked at Harry, as if to say, 'I told you so.' Harry gave a glance to Dean, then Pavarti.

"You're serious?"

"Yea."

"Well, great...but....that's...I don't know Pavarti. It could get wierd."

"Yea, but that's what love's about. And don't worry about Ron. We'll find him a girl, believe me."

Whew, that was kinda long....OK enough for tonight!

Katie