"Watch where you're going, Potter," I spit out as we both were sent tumbling backwards from the force of running into each other. In the process, both of our school bags had managed to spill out across the nearly empty hall. Since I had been running late to class I had been sprinting with the thought that no one would be in the halls. We see how that theory worked. "Great, now I'm going to be late to class," I sneered at him.
Had I not been worrying about getting to class on time, I might have noticed the blush that dusted across the Chosen One's cheeks. "Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly. "I must not have been watching where I was going."
I grabbed my black leather journal off of the floor quickly before he could notice that I had it. It could have easily been mistaken as a simple school notebook, not a diary of sorts, but I was not going to be taking any chances where nosy Potter was concerned. I saw him pick up a black notebook, quite alike mine and stuffing it into his bag quickly, as if he didn't want me to see it. That's weird, was my last thought before I stood up and, without a goodbye, walked away briskly towards potions.
The school day seemed to drag on forever and I was relieved when my final lesson came to a close. I walked swiftly back to the privacy of my dorm and slapped down my journal on my desk. With a plop I settled down into the chair in front of the desk and pulled out my favorite quill. I opened the book to the front-most page. The one that was supposed to say, Property of Draco Malfoy in my neat handwriting. It didn't.
Written in an untidy scrawl were the words, If lost, please return to Harry Potter. Like anyone would return this if they found it, I thought with a glint in my eye. I was about to turn the page and begin to read when reality struck me. If I have his journal, then who has mine?