ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO THE BEAUTIFUL J.K ROWLING!

Prologue.

"I've 'ot 'wenty 'alleons on 'Ufflepuff this 'atch," Ron spluttered through a mouthful of bacon and toast.

"Honestly Ron, swallow before you speak," said Hermione, brushing crumbs off her Hogwarts: A History book.

After a few chews and a swig of pumpkin juice, Ron finally managed to package half his plate of food in his stomach in one go.

"I was saying that I've got twenty galleons on the Hufflepuff team in the Quidditch match this Saturday. I heard Rodger Davies is coming down with the flu and Cho Chang was elected to be the team captain for the match," he filled his mouth with a full strip of bacon, "Everyon' 'ows how bad Cho flies, imagin' 'er leadin' the team!"

"You don't even know if he is too sick to still be captain. You've gone and wasted your money on an unsecure cause." Hermione partially responded for she was emerged in her book.

"Hufflepuff will win anyway, my gut says so!" Ron said proudly.

"But your gut is already filled with rubbish," Hermione indicated the food stacked on his plate. Harry, who had been silently watching and listening, began to chuckle.

"Shut up, Harry," Ron said, and then watched Hermione as her nose got further into the book. "What are you looking for?"

"I'm trying to find this reference Professor McGonagall told me about, but it doesn't seem to be here," she snapped the book shut and flakes of thick dust filled the air. Hermione sneezed and got up. "I'm going to the library to see if it's there, I'll see you in potions."

Hermione turned around to walk off a little too fast and was clipped by a student walking by and fell on her back, her books spewing all over the ground. She let out a large 'oompf' and looked up. The person who knocked her over was Draco Malfoy.

"Well, well, Granger, if you are trying to get my attention, sprawling yourself on the floor isn't going to entice me," he drawled. Before she suffered any more embarrassment or stares, Hermione lifted herself up and started collecting her books. Draco knelt down and picked up a small leather notebook with the word 'Diary' written in golden lace on the cover.

"What have we got here? Granger's dirty little secrets, I presume?"

Hermione quickly, and quite viciously, snatched the book back and shoved it deep into her bag. Her cheeks began to brighten a ripe red and her hair was frazzled at her shoulders.

"That's private, Malfoy, and I hope that you re-think picking up my possessions next time the opportunity arises because I will hex you," she snarled.

Draco glanced at Ron and Harry who were waiting for him to say something horrible to Hermione before they involved themselves. "Touchy, isn't she?"

"Shove off Malfoy, or I'll hex you myself."

"Can you even manage a decent spell, Weasley?" He turned back to Hermione, "And as for you, perhaps you should watch where you're walking." Draco bared a spiteful and humourless grin at her which was returned with a vicious scowl. She shoved passed him and continued her way out of the Great Hall.

Draco sat down at the Slytherin table and called for Crabbe and Goyle's attention.

"Granger has a diary," he paused when he saw their blank expressions, "A book with all her secrets, you twits. Anyway, I bet it has enough secrets in it to last her embarrassment for the whole year! It's in that little bag of hers and you two are going to help me get it. I want to see Granger's face when her last diary entry is attached to the student noticeboard."

A/N: I've been reading way too much Dramione lately and I thought it was time I give it a go! Hopefully I've kept them all in character...
Anyway, the next chapter will be Malfoy's investigation of Hermione's diary. I'll post it as soon as I can! :) xo