A/N: It's been long since I have written a fanfic, and this is my first Dramione ff. Hope you enjoy reading it and reviews, good or bad, are welcome! :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter characters. I only own the storyline.

Chapter 1: The Gift and the First Entry

"Never," a certain blond thoughT angrily to himself as he walked through the halls of Hogwarts. The mere thought of it makes him.. boil in rage. "Ok. That was an exaggeration," a thought he refused to admit to himself.

"Happy birthday, Draco," his mother greeted him. He opened the curious little package that was covered in green and silver – his favorite colors. Imagine his surprise when he held in his hand a black.. thing that had an inscription of his name in green and silver. He couldn't quite place what it is. His mother must have read his mind, or was his face just that obvious?

"It's a notebook, dear, a Muggle – "After hearing the word, he cut his mother off.

"Muggle? It's a Muggle thing?" He stressed the word so hard he was practically spitting the word out of his – pure blood – mouth. Narcissa shot him one of her "shut-it-dear-let-me-finish-you-know-how-I-dislike-being-interrupted" look and he shut up, but being Draco Malfoy, he mumbled words under his gritted teeth. The old, but delicate features of her face relaxed and as she began where she left off.

"It's a Muggle contraption they call, 'notebook,' it's where you write the events that happened to your day and.. feelings, whatever they may be." Now it was the blond Slytherin's face that changed, one far from relaxed. "Merlin's beard! Since when have you changed your mind about those dirty blooded.. and be involved in their world? And now you're, what? Basically shoving them into –"

"Stop being a heartless and insensitive git like your father!" This was the first time she decided to bring up the topic of his father up. Ever since he died, she hasn't talked about him, not that he wanted to, of course. He wasn't very depressed about the whole thing. After having , to put it bluntly, a not-so nice childhood, he just couldn't care less. After all, that's what his.. father taught him. "Be a man Draco," Lucius said after little Draco cried because he got hit by a spell he was practicing on blocking, "Never show emotions for they are a sign of weakness!" It was never a good memory and he seldom dwelled on it. He got caught up in his 'reminiscing' the hurt he felt from the past that he forgot his mother was still there.

"..now that he's gone, I'm changing your, our, ways, Draco. I didn't want you to grow up with hatred for your fellow wizards and witches because you're pure-blood. Lucius was.. not meant to be a father but a dictator. Yet I still can't forgive myself for not countering the way he raised you up." Her face was full of remorse, but not emotionally. Being married to Lucius Malfoy, Malfoy's in general, money wasn't a problem; therefore her child would be secure, financially speaking. But she knew the emotional consequences.

"Fine. Hypothetically, let's say that I accept.. them. But nothing changes the fact that, this is a bloody journal. I know about them due to a certain mudblood ranting and raving one day. It's girly." Draco said.

"Oh now you're being a gender hypocrite. Just give it a try, my son. This would help a lot."

"Just give it a try." His mother's voice echoed in his head. "Like that would bloody happen," he said a little too loud for one witch to overhear. Barely able to contain her curiosity for what is it that irked him, she nonchalantly walked towards the blond wizard, murmuring to himself, and collided with him, letting everything – including themselves – fall.

"Watch it, Granger!" he said and proceeded to pick up his things, not even bothering to help the bushy haired witch get up. Hermione expected this and before she could say anything, something black caught her eye. It had pages bound to it and on the cover it wrote Draco Malfoy.

"Malfoy, is that a.. journal?" she stifled a laugh when she saw Draco turn different shades of red. Amazement and amusement danced around her eyes. "Merlin," this is just what he needed, to be taunted by the witch he hated the most. But he couldn't lie and say excuses because she already saw it.

"I don't see why I have to explain to you." He answered back and picked up the cause of the mishaps happening to him. But Hermione was not known for backing down.

"How hard is it to simply say 'yes' or 'no'? Too precious for your lips to let it slip huh?"

"You're not blind aren't you Granger? Or is your filthy blood also clouding your vision? And if I may add, I know you're dying to taste these lips of mine, but you know I hate your kind, so sorry.. oh wait. I'm not." And with that, he sidestepped her. He could feel daggers shooting at his back from Granger's stare, yet he couldn't careless. He knew bringing up the topic of blood status irked her. He didn't realize he made the biggest mistake.

"Well, atleast I'm not portraying a 'oh so high and mighty' reputation while carrying a journal around like a girl!" She shouted across the hall. He heard snickers behind him. That did it! He turned around to face her and attempted to hex her, Merlin, her would have used one of the three deathly curses. His bloody reputation was at stake! Just as he was about to hex her, someone shouted "Expelliarmus!" and disarmed him. It was Prof. McGonagal.

"Mr. Malfoy, I presume you know the rules, especially as Head Boy. You should set examples for the younger students. But since this was your first incident, I will let it go, but you will still meet me in detention later after classes.. and 20 points from Slytherin! Now off to class."

She helped Hermione who was so bloody scared a while ago and obliviated the memories of the students around the area. "Thank Merlin!" Draco thought. With one last look at Hermione, he went off to class. And so did she.

After what seemed like an eternity, Potions class was over. Then he went to McGonagal for detention. He was asked to check the papers of the second years. After that, he headed to the Head's Dorm. Being Head Boy had its privileges and responsibilities. One disadvantage of course was sharing it with the Head Girl, none other than the Gryffindor Princess herself. He was annoyed at the thought of sharing the common room together; thank Merlin that they had two separate rooms.

He said the password and the portrait opened. The fire in the common room was lit, meaning the mudblood witch was there. So far for his plans in lounging at the couch. He was too tired to talk and argue with her. So he headed to his room.

Hermione was curled up on the couch when she heard the portrait entrance open. She contemplated on whether to irk him some more and just as he decided that he had enough punishment, she heard his door close. "Oh well, waste of my time anyway."She said to herself. Indeed, she had a lot of homework's to do and she was only 3 lessons ahead of the class. A disgrace for her reputation as the brightest witch of her age.

With nothing better to do, Draco decided to sleep early. He only had 2 homework's due tomorrow. He was confident he could answer it in his style – cramming. Being educated against his will when he was younger and living in a house that had a lot of books about all the different topics, he knew a lot, but would only wound up as 2nd in class rankings thanks to that know-it-all goody two shoe. He was about to fall asleep when a nagging feeling suddenly hit him. He knew he threw the journal away earlier, of course, taking out his name from the cover. He got out of bed, and lo and behold, the journal was there, lying on his desk, the silver and green lettering glistening in the moonlight.

"Great," he mumbled. "Mother charmed the thing," annoyed at his realization. He was stuck with it. He knew that burning it wouldn't do even the slightest damage on the bloody thing. So he brought the journal and went back to his bed, and a letter fell from it.

"Draco, dear,
I know you wouldn't like your gift, hence I charmed it, knowing you. You threw it away earlier didn't you? You can't burn it either. The purpose of this journal is to vent about what you feel. You've been alone for so long that I believe you don't know who to talk to. It was partially my fault. Tending to Lucius' more than you when you were younger. Now that he's gone, I want to make it up to you. After all those years, I know you have built a wall around yourself, isolating from other people, being sure that no emotion, except bitterness, hate, and disgust, were shown. But it doesn't have to be that way. Live, my son, and have a life. Say what you fee, better yet, write about it so you won't feel alone. Promise me you'll try. Send me an owl.

I love you,
Mom"

Sighing in defeat, Draco wrote a letter and owled it to her mom. He opened the journal and saw ivory colored pages. It was actually tempting to write and even if he won't admit it, he was starting to like the concept.

June 5,

Hi. This is my first entry. My mother gave this to me as a birthday present. I read the letter and just accepted the fact. I will sleep now. Another bloody day of classes tomorrow.

Draco M.

He placed the journal in his night table and went off to sleep.

A/N: So how was it? It's funny how Draco wrote on his journal. You could sense that he isn't letting his guard down yet, but that's the point of the journal; to gently let his emotions flow. Hope you liked it! Review please? :D As I said earlier, good or bad, I accept. :) Btw, can you send me some ideas for the password for the Head Dorm? Thanks! :)