A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words
By: SiriuslyFunny
Summary: Draco, the boy who was plagued by a bad memory, hates Hermione, a girl with a love for art. When Draco decides to bewitch Hermione's diary so he can see everything she writes, he gets to see her thoughts and all of her mysterious drawings. But will he ever find out what they mean?
This will obviously be D/Hr, but Hermione will be paired with numerous people. NO HBP. So no HBP spoilers, obviously. This will be a looooooooong fic, probably with a sequel and maybe another sequel after that. -smiles- But this fic might not have a happy ending. So maybe there won't be a sequel. This fic also contains character death. Humor comes in on the tenth chappie, if anyone is wondering.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.
This whole fic is dedicated to my best friend, who is also the guy who I love more than anything in the world pretty much.
A/N
THIS FIC HAS BEEN REDONE. Review. This chappie may be short, but that doesn't mean the others aren't.
Hermione entered Flourish and Blotts, noticing that a certain boy she knew was in the store already.
He was a boy who had over the course of six years tormented her and her best friends.
He was a boy with cold gray eyes that could make you cower in fear.
He was a boy with silvery blonde hair that slightly covered his eyes, giving him that stupid I'm-better-than-you look.
He was a boy with a menacing smirk that could drive a person off the wall.
He was a boy with his whole essence being evil.
He was a boy who Hermione could never try to utter his name without feeling total disgust.
He was Draco Malfoy.
Hermione angrily mumbled under her breath, approaching the pale clerk whose name tag had a messy scrawl that said "Adam."
"Do you guys have any diaries?" she asked him politely, her back to the infamous Draco Malfoy.
"Yes, we do. Come this way," Adam said in a deep voice, leading her over to the corner of the large shop.
Hermione looked out towards the large window. A dark figure stood outside the window, watching Hermione. She stared at the figure as it stood back. When Hermione stopped following Adam to get a closer look at the window, the mysterious person darted away before Hermione got a chance to study their features.
Draco grabbed a book he needed for Muggle Studies. He had knew a lot about muggles, and he wanted to take the class because he thought it would be easy and he would have more leisure time with himself and others...
He heard someone come through the door. He looked over to the door and saw a certain girl he knew already.
She was a girl that was best friends with Harry Potter for six years.
She was a girl with chocolate colored eyes, but they made her looked as pathetic as she possibly could.
She was a girl with bushy brown hair, which could probably hold a couple books deep inside.
She was a girl with a smile that made him sneer in disgust, for her teeth were still ugly after they got fixed a couple of years ago.
She was a girl whose whole essence was an angelic good girl.
She was girl who Draco could never try to utter her name without feeling total disgust.
She was Hermione Granger.
Hermione and the clerk strode to the back of the room, looking for diaries. Draco watched silently as Hermione carefully picked out a small lilac diary.
Draco felt like making the Mudblood suffer. Or at least something related to that.
A brilliant struck Draco in the head like lightening.
"Rescribo Invulgo," Draco mumbled slyly, pointing his wand at Hermione's diary and one just like it.
The two diaries glowed pink before fading back into their normal color, lilac. Her diary's "transformation" was oblivious to Hermione's eye. Draco picked up the other diary and waited for Hermione to get out of the store so he could pay for it.
"I am so glad I'm seventeen," Draco told himself, sniggering.
Hermione bounded out of the bookstore and met Harry and Ron, who were busy chatting about who might be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
"Hey Hermione, are you ready to go get some ice cream," Harry asked her as she approached them.
"Yeah. And guess who was in the store?" Hermione told them as they began to walk.
"Who?" Harry and Ron asked quizzically.
"Malfoy," Hermione spat.
Harry and Ron had their happiness ripped off their faces and replaced with looks of revulsion.
"And you know what was weird? There was also this dark figure in the window, but when I approached him, he ran off," Hermione told them worriedly.
"We were just going to tell you about that," Ron told Hermione, deep in thought. "We saw this person in a black cloak run past us, and they came from the direction of Flourish and Blotts. Plus, there was taller one, and Harry got to see his face.
"That's so suspicious," they all mumbled as they walked under the sun's bright rays.
And Hermione didn't know that far away, a certain Pureblood was eagerly awaiting to read her diary.
A/N
According to this one website I went to, "Rescribo Invulgo" means something like to transfer or to learn new information, or something like that. Remember to review, and peace out.
SiriuslyFunny