The Secret Admirer of Parvati Patil

The Secret Admirer of Parvati Patil

Chapter One

June 13^th

Hi, I'm Parvati. Patil. You probably only know my sister, Padma, Ms. Perfect. Yeah. Well, Mom came me this stupid diary to write in, because I can't talk to anyone else about my "problems". I actually do have a therapist. He's really hot though, so I don't mind my sessions. Anyway, in this diary, I probably won't talk as if I'm talking to you, so don't get offended. I mostly just act like this is what really happened, like a story except it's from my point of view, which it is, but we don't know that. Because it's a diary. Shh...

Dear Parvati Patil,

I cannot stop thinking about you. You are so perfect in every way. Many people like Padma more then you, but I think they are crazy. You're just so...unh! I love you so freaking much that I can't imagine not loving you. I'm just crazy. Sometimes, I toss and turn in my bed, screaming your name. My friends have complained, but I ignore them. I hope you feel the same about me...

Love,

Your Secret Admirer

I snorted.

"What is the point of someone giving you a love note if you can't even tell them yes or no? This guessing game is a very stupid idea." I looked disdainfully down at the writing and laughed,

"No matter. We won't be in Hogwarts for very long; it's the last week of school."

I tossed the note down.

Lavender picked it up.

"Won't you want this? I mean, what if he is really serious about you?"

Lavender looked serious, unlike her usual stupor.

I flipped my hair.

"I could really care less. Plus, how would I now that I care about this guy the same way? I have not an idea who he is! Now, give that here." Lavender tossed me the note.

I tossed it into the fire.

"There," I said. "Now, could you stop daydreaming and come help me with my Divinitation homework? I know I bombed the OWL on it, and I need this extra credit to make some of it up."

I didn't know that this dude who seemed like a loser would be my focus of the entire summer. All I cared about right then was my homework... that we still got even though OWLS were through.

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June 20^th

"Where is Padma?" I asked impatiently. I strolled along Platform 9 ¾, checking the compartments of the train. I found her in an alcove, snogging Michael Corner. His hands were up her shirt, and I did not hide my disgust.

"Hem-hem." I said, a complete imitation of Professor Umbridge (It was just something I picked up during the year...). Michael and Padma looked up, horrified. Padma pulled herself away, but Michael's hands were stuck in her tight shirt. He fumbled for a moment, pulling them free, and I just stood there, arms crossed, tapping her foot.

When they left Michael, Pama rounded on me, screeching at poor *sniff* lonesome me.

"YOU FREAK! WHAT THE HECK DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING? YOU ARE AN EMBARRESSMENT!"

I just strolled through the gateway, looking ahead grimly. Mom was there to greet us. She hugged each of us, Padma considerable longer than myself, and pulled us along.

"So girls, how was the term?" she asked.

"Nothing bad happened, unless you count Ginny, Ron, Luna, Hermione and Harry getting themselves almost killed by the Dark Lord." Padma said simply.

"That's nice..." Mrs. Patil said absently, finding our car.

"Nothing really happened...until I found Padma and Michael Corner snogging in a corner; his hands were in her shirt." I grinned nastily at my lovable sissie.

Mrs. Patil, April, turned round to face Padma.

"WHAT?!?" she screeched, and half the station turned to look at her. She whispered to Padma, "We'll talk about this when we get home."

Padma looked at her sister with murder. But I was humming happily as I climbed into the silver Benz. So far my summer vaca was going good: