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Dear Diary	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 9752 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Two

Silence still rang out, it was unnatural, not a sound disrupted the room from its in-disguisable shock.

The room of students all looked to the head dais, the headmaster was yet to comment, yet to move, it was like they were each suspended and frozen in time. But still no matter how much their eyes lingered on the older wizard, there was still nothing, still no movement.

“Albus, do something.” Came the stern disapproving voice of Minerva McGonagall. The headmaster merely bowed his head in acknowledgement, before standing slowly from his throne like chair that was situated in the very centre of the head table.

Casting a quick sonorous he addressed the bewildered faces of the students, who were now in turn whispering amongst themselves, dreaming up conspiracy theories about the illusive Ivy and Alexander.

With a faint chuckle, Albus Dumbledore the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, stood before his staff and students.

“I must say” he said with another chuckle “In all my years of teaching, I must say, this is by far the most impressive and ingenious prank I have been a witness too. Bravo” He said with a wry smile.

The students looked stunned, the teachers aghast, had the great Albus Dumbledore finally gone mad?

“Really Albus…” Minerva admonished from her seat “You don’t really think this is a prank do you?!” Her Scottish accent only heard by those closest to her.

The headmaster never replied, his attention returning to his charges.

“I must ask that all 1^st and 2^nd year students, return to their common rooms. 3^rd years and above please remain seated.”

The murmurs grew in volume, with a few exceptions whose silence were neither noticed or acknowledged, sat at the Gryffindor table, Hermione Granger was one such individual. Sat amongst her peers and friends, she never once spoke, never once moved. She only listened.

Horror was evident on her face, thought her reasoning was different to those who had had the same reaction. She had a different vantage point, a different outlook and opinion, a personal one at that.

Her attention was suddenly pulled away from the anxiety that was threatening to take hold of her, grasping at the life line presented to her she turned to the red haired boy on her right.

“Yes Ron?” she asked, it was obvious no matter how much she tried to disguise it, that her thoughts weren’t 100% with her friends.

“Who do you think it is ‘Mione?” he asked, excitement lacing his tones, say what you will about the Weasleys but the entire family loved nothing more than a good gossip, this included the youngest Weasley male.

Hermione internally winced at the nickname, how she hated being called ‘Mione, or even worse Herms, as Harry was inclined to call her at times. Her name was Hermione, simple.

“I don’t know Ronald” she replied exasperatedly, stressing her friend’s full name.

Ron it seemed didn’t pick up on the emphasis, nor did he pick up on the myriad of emotions plain to see in his friends eyes.

“What about you Harry?” Ron asked, shovelling eggs into his mouth, Hermione cringed at the sight of half eaten food.

“Maybe it’s a joke like Dumbledore said…” Harry said, attempting to mask his own grimace towards his best male friend.

“Nah, that’s not a joke!” Ron replied, huddling closer to his two friends. “My galleons are on Rogers…” Ron said, his blue eyes upturning and eyeing up the new DADA professor.

“It’s Professor Rogers, Ron.” Hermione said tucking a stray silky curl behind her ear, her own amber eyes looked towards the head dais; they briefly rested on the potions master before finally landing on the handsome sandy haired Defense professor.

“Yeah him.” Ron replied.

“Why him?” Harry asked, perplexed, he actually liked the professor of his favourite subject, he wasn’t as good as Remus, but he was nowhere near as incapable as some of the past teachers had been.

“Really Harry?” Ron asked looking to the dark hair boy “You’re telling me you haven’t seen how he looks at some of the girls? Hell how can you miss the way he looks at ‘Mione sometimes!” Ron said giving a quick look in Hermione’s direction.

Hermione tensed at the mention of her name, she fought to keep her breathing normal, and not give away the fact that the mention of her had put her more on edge. The pretty brunette distracted herself with watching the younger years leaving reluctantly though the heavy oak doors leading out of the Great Hall.

“I still think Dumbledore’s right; I reckon it’s probably the work of the Slytherins, most likely Malfoy, malicious git that he is.” Harry said looking back towards where the professors were sat.

“Well there’s one thing we can rule out” Ron said looking between Harry and Hermione.

“What’s that?” Hermione asked offhandedly.

“We know it’s not Snape” Ron gave a laugh “Who’d want to sleep with that, let alone fall in love with it.”

Hermione’s acerbic comment was nullified by the sound of hundreds of flapping wings, signalling the arrival of the owl post.

The owls decent were expected, as it was normal routine at breakfast for students to receive their mail and latest issues of the Daily Prophet or Witch Weekly. However the sheer number of owls flying through the high windows within the hall was a surprise, there were at least 200 varying breeds of owl and bird, circling and swooping in front of their intended student. By the end of the delivery every person within the room had received something.

The silence was back again; Hermione noted as she looked to the pile of mail in front of her, she looked through the sealed envelopes, examining the handwriting that would enlighten her to the letters sender.

Mum and Dad…, Victor…, Snape… and parchment, parchment that had very familiar handwriting scrawled across it.

“I think it’s fair to say this isn’t a joke.” Harry remarked indicating to the parchment she held in her hands.

Hermione nodded absently, as her large eyes took in the room around her, everyone was reading, everyone’s attention was held by the intimate diary entry that portrayed the scandalous stories of Ivy.

It seemed that despite it all, Ivy and Alexander’s secret might not remain that way.

A/N: I’m so happy that you guys are liking it, I know it’s a bit different but I hope you like that. Let me know what you think of the new development.
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