Hello all! I know I haven't updated any of my current Invader Zim stories and I feel bad but my muse just can't come up with anything for them, so as of now all IZ are on hiatus.

But on a happier note, I present you with my latest Harry Potter story! :D I have it almost completely written so it will be my first story with regular updates. Saturdays and Wednesdays.

Also, I really need a beta. Not just for this, but for everything I write. If interested please message me.

Draco's POV

I couldn't believe my luck.

In my hands was a small green book that to anyone else would probably look completely worthless. To me though it was priceless, because I knew what it was. I gripped it tighter and looked around the still empty hall before slipping Harry Potter's diary in to my bag and hurrying away.

Finally I had the dorm to myself. It had taken ages and about a million excuses to get Blaise out of my hair. Why couldn't he be easy to get rid of like Crabbe and Goyle? Badgering me incessantly as if I was his girlfriend or some other such thing. With a shake of my head I pulled Harry's diary out from under my pillow. For some reason I felt compelled to read it alone. I had found it which meant it was mine now and I wasn't keen on sharing something like this. Besides I could probably use what I read in it to torment him. Now I contemplated the simple green cover a moment before opening it.

Dear Journal, -

Ah so he called it a journal. I suppose calling it a diary was a rather girly thing to do.

Hermione says that since I'm so stressed lately I should start keeping a journal. Then she went on for awhile how much better I would feel and about how she had one. I'm not sure how a journal will help but I might as well try, right? God I feel like I'll try anything lately.

Anyways, the first part of my day wasn't so bad. Typical breakfast with Ron and Hermione, then Care of Magical Creatures. We were learning about the Mer people out in the lake (Something that doesn't bite for once!). At lunch though was when things started taking a turn for the worst. Ginny had sat with our group right next to me. It was awkward because she was sitting so close that we kept bumping elbows and she was smiling at me and blinking a lot. I think she might have been trying to flirt with me, but I don't think Ron noticed. I wish she wouldn't because that would be so weird, dating my best friend's sister.

Anyways, apparently I was 'late' to potions. Not. I was early, but I guess Snape was in a foul mood today because as soon as I stepped in the room he had taken fifteen points from Gryffindor for my supposed 'tardiness'.

Heh, I remembered that day. I had been there with a few other Slytherins and we had found it hilarious. But that had been a few months ago, like in the first few weeks of school. It's mid-January now and when I had flipped through the journal earlier the dates had appeared fairly regular. More to read then I guess. Speaking of reading…

Then when we started class I found out that he really must have been in a bad mood because he had assigned us partners to work with on a particularly difficult potion. Ron, Hermione and I had been split up and put with Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy.

Hey that's me! And yeah Potter, that sucked.

The albino jerk insisted that I not touch the potion because I would apparently 'screw it all up to bloody hell and back'. Whatever, if I didn't have to work I wasn't going to. So after that I had had the entire period to sit and do nothing but watch Malfoy do our assignment. After watching him for ten minutes or so a few pieces of hair fell into his eyes, but he had made no move to brush it away. Actually, I had wanted to brush them back. Ugh, that sounds so repulsive now though. I do not find Malfoy attractive in any way at all. Or any guy for that matter! Sheesh, what is wrong with me today? Well it's getting late, so I think I'll be done writing for today. - Harry

I looked at the page for a moment more before closing the book slowly. That was… odd. The image of Harry pushing my hair back was burning in my mind and I wasn't sure if it was a good thing. It doesn't matter, I told myself. Besides, why would Ha- I mean Potter, I needed to stop using his first name, do anything like that? We're enemies and besides he's dating that Weasley girl. Nothing in this journal is going to change anything about anything and with that I promptly shoved the book under my pillow and went to dinner.

Harry's POV

I woke suddenly in a sweat and threw off the hot covers. My heart was pounding like crazy and I thought it might just jump out of my chest. It's like it was beating me for what I had just been dreaming about, it had been another one of 'those' dreams. The ones that I enjoyed too much.

Too excited to go back to sleep I decided to write about it to help calm myself. Quickly, but silently I stepped out of bed and found my school bag. I went back to my bed and dug through the contents, after not finding it I sighed in annoyance and stood up again to look in my trunk. When it clicked loudly I froze and looked around to make sure my dorm mates were still sleeping before opening it all the way and searching it. Nothing.

I dumped my bag out to make sure I hadn't missed it.

Nothing.

Under the bed, in my nightstand, my robe pocket.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Panting heavily, the panic swelled in my chest. I had lost my journal.