Dear Diary,
Pavarti is so thick-headed! She's determined that Draco doesn't really like her. Sooner or later, I'm just going to explode!

"NO!"

"Yes Pavarti, that's what he said. You have to do this."

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Pavarti wailed again. A huge textbook lay in front of Hermione and Pavarti. Rolls of parchment lay before them. Hermione's wand was out.

"Learn it!"

"Infirmite Braccia!" Hermione's wand arm lay there, unbroken.

"You're not concentrating!"

"Well, it's kinda hard when you're boyfriend hates you!" Hermione got up, her chair tipping over. Pavarti looked up at her, frightened.

"HE DOESN'T HATE YOU! GET OVER YOURSELF! DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU TO SIMPLY.....ASK HIM???"

Pavarti got up. She slammed the textbook closed.

"I don't need this from you Hermione." And with that, she ran out the door. Hermione swore, and followed her, a few moments later.

Katie