(Okay so this chapter is going to be more from the book than it is from the movie because Harry can be such an ass and I love it and wish it really could have been in the movie XD)

Pacing around Hermione’s hospital bed nearly two weeks after the interrogation of Draco and her accident, you were trying to organize the hundreds of books surrounding the bushy brunette’s bed.

When both Harry and Ron staggered into the room under the weight of the large pile of library books in their arms, making Hermione smile at them.

“Oh, good. You can put those anywhere.” She chirped happily as the boys looked around finding no space at all. So they just...drop them on her bed.

"Madam Pomfrey asked that we relay a message to you, Hermione." Ron said a little winded from the small work out. “She'd appreciate it if you'd leave a few books for the rest of the school.” He finished, wiping his head tiredly as you giggled.

“I've got to keep up, don't I?” Hermione asked sassily as her cat tail twitched out from under the covers and into everyone's view. “Is that thing ever going away?” Ron asked making Hermione glance at it.

“Any day now, according to Madam Pomfrey. I'm just thankful I've stopped coughing up fur balls.” She said making you shudder in disgust. “Sorry to say but we all are Mione, believe me.” You said starting to organize the new books on Hermione's hospital bed.

Rolling her eyes with a smile before turning her attention to the boys. “Now. What about the Chamber of Secrets? Any new leads?” Hermione asked making Harry's shoulders drop.

“Nothing.” He mumbled making Hermione frown disappointedly. “And has it gotten any better? I mean...is anyone speaking to you?” She asked hopefully as you scratched the back of your neck.

“Neville asked to borrow a tubeworm in Potions yesterday. I suppose that's something.” Harry said with a shrug as Ron nodded a little as he noticed something poking out from under Hermione's pillow.

Quickly taking it out and grinning at the card. “To Miss Granger. Wishing you a speedy recovery, from your concerned teacher Gilderoy Lockhart.” You sleep with this under your pillow?” Ron asked after doing a horrible impression of the DADA teacher making you and Harry snicker.

“Of course not! I don't know how that got there. Now go, I still have six hundred pages to read in Transformation Through the Ages.” Hermione growled going a little red faced as she swiped the card back from Ron as she shewed everyone out of the hospital wing.

Giggling as you left you waved goodbye to the cat eared girl and followed Ron and Harry down the hall. Following them quietly you had your arms crossed behind your back as the three of you went up a flight of stairs.

“I know Hermione's mental, but can you believe she falls for that smarmy nonsense of Lockhart's?” Ron asked making you nod. “We'll I can kinda get it. Lockhart is like a shiny prince to most girls an-” You stopped talking when you stepped in a huge puddle as the three of you came through the archway from the stairs.

Looking down with Harry and Ron you grimaced in slight disgust. As the paddle streamed from the girls' bathroom where loud crying could be heard.

“Looks like Myrtle's flooded the bathroom.” Harry said dashing off to see what was the matter as both you and Ron step lightly around the gross potty water on the floor.

As you three neared the girls bathroom huge, wracking moans grew louder the closer you got. Opening the door you covered your ears and frowned at seeing that all the taps were running, streaming like tiny waterfalls onto the floor.

“What a huge waste of water.” You thought while following Harry and Ron over to Myrtle who was sitting in the window seal whaling her eyes out. “Come to throw something else at me?” Myrtle growled making you frown worriedly.

“Why would I or anyone else throw something at you Myrtle?” You asked dropping your hands from your ears now that the black haired ghost girl stopped crying.

“Don't ask me. Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks it's funny to throw a book at me…” Myrtle said sadly as she looked away from you and the two boys you were with.

“But it can't hurt if someone throws something at you. I mean, it'd just go right through you, wouldn't it?” Ron asked making you lightly hit his stomach disapprovingly just as Myrtle whipped her head around to face him.

“Oh sure! Let's all throw books at Myrtle, because she can't feel it! Ten points if you can get it through her stomach. Fifty points if it goes through her head!” She screamed coming down from her spot on the window seal to punch right through Ron angrily.

“Who threw it at you anyway?” Harry asked making Myrtle turn to him with a sad face. “I don't know. I didn't see them. I was just sitting in the U-bend, thinking about death and it fell through the top of my head.”

Myrtle cried turning away from the raven haired boy to look at a small black book on the floor. Watching Harry pick it up you mentally gagged when Ron leaned in close to you and whispered. “Fifty points if you can get it through her nose.”

Making Myrtle turn to him sharply with a look that could kill in an instant. “I HEARD THAT!” She screamed making the toilets erupted making you, Harry and Ron dash out of the bathroom in a panic.

Walking down the hall you lightly hit the back of Ron's head. “I can't believe you said that, back there! That was totally mean. Even if it was funny.” You scolded as Harry examined the book in his hands.

“This is a diary. And it's old…” He muttered making you and Ron pull a disgusted face. “It's a diary, it's old... and was most recently in a toilet, Harry.” Ron said trying to remind Harry of were that book has been.

Watching Harry start to open it you blinked when Ron grabbed his hand worriedly. “Are you mad? That could be cursed. Dad once told me about a book the Ministry confiscated that burned the eyes out of anyone who tried to read it.”

Ron said making you gulped. “Scary.” You muttered as Harry rolled his eyes and smiled a little as he pulled his hands free from the freckled ginger. “I'll take my chances…” Harry said flipping the dairy open then screamed in agony. “Ahhh! MY EYES! MY EYES!”

Feeling your heart skip a mile a minute in an instant and Ron freeze in terror you yelled your friends name worriedly as he covered his eyes. Before a large grin broke across Harry's face as he laughed happily at the expression both you and Ron are sharing.

“I absolutely can't believe you just did that! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” You screamed starting to hit Harry who was still laughing as he tried ducking away from you. When the three of you noticed and look at the end of corridor to see Ginny standing there looking from the diary to Harry with utter terror on her face before she dashing off.

“Ginny! No, wait! I was only joking...Brilliant. Even your sister thinks I'm the monster now.” Harry said gumly making you cross your arms and look away from him with your nose in the air. “Who doesn't?”

You asked when you noticed Ron suddenly frowning as he looked at the first page in the diary with the name Tom Marvolo Riddle written on it.

“Tom Marvolo Riddle? Hang on. I know that name…” Ron said making you blink as he held his chin in thought, before his eyes grew wide. “Of course! The night I had detention...My job was to polish the silver in the trophy room. I remember because I kept puking up slugs all over Tom Riddle's trophy. I must have wiped slime off his name for an hour.”

Ron finished making you grimace. “Im sorry, but ew. I feel bad for the trophy, barf and slug slime is not a good trophy polisher Ron.” You said just as Harry fanned through the pages. “That's odd. He never wrote in it.” Harry said making both you and Ron turn and look at the dairy in question curiously.