Then who has mine?

"Then who has mine?" I exclaimed out loud, causing Seamus and Dean to look over at me inquisitively. I was holding a book, that, by the note on the inside of the cover, belonged to no other than Draco Malfoy, my enemy, my love…

So I did what any other curious teen would do, I opened it up and started to read.

Dear Journal,

Today I write to you about my first day at Hogwarts. The boy with the unruly black hair from Madam Malkins is here. His name is Harry Potter, THE Harry Potter. And it kind of scares me how much I find my mind drifting to think about him. Shoot! Pansy is coming, I'll write in you later.

Sincerely, Draco Malfoy

After this first entry I flipped through the next couple of pages, all of them stated stupid things such as "Have to impress," or "They don't understand." I only paused whenever I came upon my name, so greedy was I for information that might fulfill my fantasies, that he would love me as I love him.

His hair! You know exactly whom I'm talking about, journal! I just want to smooth it down so it will stop sticking up in every direction. To just see if it really is as silky as it looks. Bloody hell, I just wrote that down in ink. Well, even if I did wish to run my hands through his silky locks I doubt he would let me. He seems to hate me, or maybe it's just the facade that I wear… I wonder…

I tried to be kind to him and his friends today, to see if he would like me more. It didn't seem to work, the look in his eyes said that he might have talked to me civilly, if not for the Weasel and Granger. Those two gits! I will never forgive those two for the potential friend that they stole from me. Friend, not follower, that sounds so nice, yet so unreachable.

Lately Harry has been following Cho around lately like a love sick puppy, and it's starting to grate on my nerves. She is just a stuck-up Ravenclaw. And the fact that she is a SHE in the first place narrows my chances with him even more…

Harry is following me around, I don't know why or if he knows my secrets, but it makes me nervous.

Gosh, I'm such a git! I lashed out at the love of my life… again. Harry will probably never forgive me for the pain I have inflicted upon him.

I stopped reading there. Love of his life? Me? What? He loves me back?