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--This journal is the private property of Harry Potter…so stay out of it!

Sept. 1

The strangest thing happened today…I was sitting at the Gryffindor table during the Start of Term feast, when I got the feeling that someone was staring at me. I looked around and found a pair of Silver-Grey eyes staring back at me. We held the gaze for a few seconds when I found myself thinking: Wow, I never realized just how beautiful Malfoy's eyes are…They look like molten Silver. Where did that come from?! I nearly fell out of my seat when I realized who it was that I was thinking about. Hermione and Ron just stared at me and asked me if I was ok. I managed to sputter out some sort of reply. They seemed to think it acceptable and went back to their conversation about Ron and his studying methods, or lack of. I was momentarily distracted from returning to my thoughts when I realized that they had only been going out for a month and Hermione was already bugging him about school. I looked back towards the Slytherin table and found that he was still staring at me, now with a sneer on his face over my incident. At first my anger started to rise, but then something happened that had never happened before…I think Malfoy not-so-sneered at me! Yeah, I guess in Malfoy language that could be an almost smile! What the hell is going on? Humph, maybe I just imagined it all…maybe I ate a bit too much…maybe—I don't know. At the moment I need to get to sleep other wise I'm going to be half dead tomorrow.

Sept. 2

Well, that's it…I think I'm officially crazy. Well that, or someone's spiking my drink. Hmmm…maybe I should check into the possibilities of that. Anyways, I will explain myself. Today was the first day of classes. I went down to breakfast with Ron and Hermione, just like everyday of the last six years, and we sat down to look at our schedules. Well, being the lucky person that I am (can you sense the sarcasm?), I have NEWT level potions first thing this morning. My only saving grace is that Hermione will be in there with me (Ron isn't in NEWT level potions). Well, we arrive in the class to find that we are the only seventh year Gryffindors. And, to our horror, there are only six people from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff combined! The rest of the class consists of Slytherins (big surprise there, huh?). Ugggh, I moaned to Hermione as we sat down. Our conversation didn't get any further however because Snape walked into the room.

"Well, to my great surprise, some of you actually managed to get into NEWT level potions. Let me give you a fair warning: This class is not for people wishing to be in here only to show off and get ego-inflating praise," he said while pointedly glaring at me! "This is a very difficult class that I sincerely doubt the majority of you will pass. So, if you are not entirely here to heighten your potions skills, then I suggest you leave now."

He looked quite disappointed when I didn't jump out of my seat and run out of the room, but…too bad for him! He sneered down at me and said,

"Ah, Mr. Potter, I see you managed to get into this class, How unfortunate."

Ugggh, he makes me so mad! I wish I could just knock that sneer off of his slimy face, but instead I sat there and tried to act as if he wasn't even annoying me…which takes a lot of mental power. He eventually moved on.

"Well, in the spirit of a little inter-house cooperation, I'm going to assign you partners from another house. Now, they will be your partners for the rest of the year. Let's see…

Granger and Parkinson,

Potter and -- Malfoy,

Brocklehurst and Bulstrode,

Boot and Zambini,

Abbott and MacDougal,

Flinch-Fletchley and Nott,

Bones and Crabbe,

Turpin and Goyle,

And, since there are only two Slytherins left, Moon and Tryst

Now, break up in to your pairs and take a seat at a table."

Harry reluctantly left Hermione's side and went to sit beside Malfoy because, as Malfoy put it, There was no way in hell he was going to move for Potter. When he sat down Malfoy had his usual sneer on his face. I could tell he was about to spit out some insult, but Snape started talking again.

"Now you are going to be making the Draught of Living Death today. The instructions are on the board, get started," he yelled before taking a seat behind his desk and beginning to do whatever it is he does at his desk.

"Well, Potter, what are you waiting for? Go get the ingredients."

Ohhh, I just want to pummel him, but instead I obediently went and got the ingredients. I definitely didn't need to lose points on the first day back. So I dumped the ingredients down beside our cauldron and plopped in my seat. Well, at least now he won't sabotage all my potions!

"Well, I guess this would go quicker if we assigned tasks. So, you chop and prepare all the ingredients and I will prepare the potion," Malfoy said as he lit the flame under the cauldron.

"Alright."

Well, the class was actually going ok (I guess Malfoy didn't want to ruin his grade just because he got into a fight with me). But, by the second half of the class I was getting a little annoyed. Each time Malfoy would reach to get an ingredient or something he would brush my arm or hand with his. It was very distracting and I finally snapped.

"Malfoy, would you stop touching me?!"

"I am not touching you, Potter," he replied while smirking at me.

I was about to argue, but we were close to finishing the potion and I just wanted to get it done. But, then it started again, and it was more frequent. I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Will you stop it," I yelled exasperatedly.

"Stop what, Potter."

"Touching me….See, you just did it again."

"I am not touching you. I knew you were off your rocker, but I didn't know you were hallucinating too."

I just stared at him with , my mouth soundlessly opening and shutting. Hmmm…maybe I was hallucinating. It didn't happen anymore after I yelled at Malfoy…What's going on? I'm so confused….I need to lie down or something.

After Dinner

Well, I went to see Madam Pomfrey after classes about the possibilities of me hallucinating and she said I was fine. So that narrows it down to someone spiking my drink or Malfoy acting strange and of his own free will. I prefer to think that someone is spiking my drink because the thought of Malfoy being less…Malfoyish is just too much to bear. But, what if it's true. I mean there was the way he was acting at dinner…Allow me to re-write the events of dinner for you. At first it went just as it always did: The three of us would come in and go sit at the Gryffindor table. We listened to Dumbledore and then the food appeared. Ron used his usual amount of table manners, which would be none at all. Hermione lectured him about it again….Everything was going great. But then, about half way through dinner, I got the feeling that I was being watched again. I quickly scanned the Great Hall and found the same Silver-Grey eyes staring at me. I looked at Malfoy's face and was shocked. I don't think I've ever seen that expression on his face before. He was staring right at me with this sort of dreamy look on his face…I don't think he even knew that I was staring back at him because his eyes looked out of focus. I thought, Malfoy…day dreaming…is it possible? What could he possibly want that he doesn't have? He's always bragging about how his Father buys him anything he wants. So why does he look like that? Why is he looking at me like that? I could have gone on with the questions, but Ron tapped me on the shoulder.

"Are you alright mate? You had this really strange look on your face."

"What? Oh, yeah…I'm fine. Really," he said as they looked at him skeptically before going back to their conversation.

When I looked back over at the Slytherin table Malfoy was gone. Well, since I'm obviously not in the mood to eat and Malfoy's not here to stare at….NOT that I want to stare at him…I might as well go to the common room.

"Hey, I'm not really all that hungry. You guys go ahead and finish eating and I'll meet you back in the common room," I told them as I got up from the table.

"Alright mate…are you sure you don't want us to come with you?"

But, I didn't answer. I just walked out of the Hall and into the Entrance Hall. I shut the doors behind me and leaned my back against them. I didn't even hear the person come up to me. When I opened my eyes Malfoy was standing about two feet in front of me sneering.

"What? Did you get tired of your little friends, Potter? Though I could see how it would be easy to do so."

"Shove off, Malfoy. Why don't you go find some unsuspecting First year to torture and traumatize?"

"Oh, you think your so amazing…The Fucking Boy Who Lived. Well, there's a lot you don't know, Potter, and you probably never will."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean, Malfoy?"

"You think you know everything. The truth is that you're too blind to see what's right in front of your face. Why don't you try looking around you once in awhile? You might be surprised at what you find," he said before walking off towards Dungeons and leaving me there completely astounded.

That was the closest thing to a conversation we had ever had! What did he mean I'm blind? I bet I see a lot more than he does. At least I'm not some slimy git who lives to torture people and make little kids cry! Humph...me blind!

Authors Notes:

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