A/n: So, here is chapter 8…
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Dear Diary
15 October 2008
It's been five long weeks since I have written anything. A lot has happened. The night I couldn't find you, I had to meet with my father. I was so dreadfully afraid of it, but things turned out alright. Potter, stepped in when my father was about to start his disciplining.
After all that, which I did defeat my father, we had to report to the Headmasters Office, the dolt kept on wanting things repeated.
But, the most amazing thing happened when Potter and I were leaving. I kissed him! It was like a dream come true, his lips were so soft and warm, and his hands were so big and comforting.
No one knows about me kissing him, not even Pansy and Hermione. Harry didn't tell anyone, like I had asked him to, though in a way I wish Hermione and Pansy knew.
It appears it is time for Potions class to begin.
- Signing Off
With determined steps Professor Snape strode into his Potions class, full of dunderheaded students.
"Pull out your potions books and turn to page 294," with a swish of his cloak he gracefully sat down in his high backed desk chair.
Silently Draco pulled out his Potions book and opened to the correct page, glaring instantly at the two pages. The Truth Serum: one of his least favorites to make or taste.
"We are not making this potion in class; you will however have an assignment on it. Four feet in length persuasive essay, telling the me why you think it should be used or why you think it shouldn't be used, you may begin your essay now, it's due next class," after giving a pointed look to a few students, Severus watch the students that were his main focus, Draco and Harry.
With a long frustrated sigh, and a quick glance at Harry, Draco yanked out a piece of parchment and an inked quill. It had been good a half hour that Draco had been staring at the parchment when the person of his thoughts appeared next to him with a goof smile on.
"Malfoy, Professor Snape has been trying to get your attention for the last ten minutes," remembering that he had to keep a ruse up; Harry insured he called Draco by his last name.
"Sod off, Potter," with a light smile in Harry's direction, Draco stood up and walked to the Professor's desk.
"Mr. Malfoy, I would like to speak with you outside, please go wait for me there," Severus then stood up from his desk chair and quickly strode out of the classroom, shutting the door with a loud bang.
"What is it?" Draco almost sneered out in his boredom.
"Draco, the Headmaster asked me, to ask you if you would be willing to train with Mr. Potter."
"Train? What kind? He has training?" suddenly he was confused.
"Defensive and Offensive spells, yes he trains by himself in the Room of Requirement every night…"
"Oh… sure, why not…" quickly Draco went back inside the classroom, silently jumping for joy in his head.
The rest of Potions was quiet with no more interruptions. Draco sat at his table and quickly wrote his essay for Potions, then his essay for History of Magic, wanting to get as much of his homework done so he could train without worrying about it. The bell rang signally the end of the class, slow as a snail Draco stuffed his book and utensils back into his bag, watching Harry to see if he would remain behind. Just as he had hoped Harry had stayed behind.
"Guess what, Potter?" almost coyly Draco smiled at Harry.
"What, Malfoy?" Harry responded teasingly.
"I'm going to be joining you during your training sessions, starting tonight."
He was pleasantly surprised, "Really? Alright, I'll be in the Room of Requirement tonight immediately after dinner. I'll see you there," with a sly smirk Harry sauntered out of the room, glancing back at Draco a bit.
Draco stood there pouting a little bit, it had felt like Harry had brushed him off, but then it felt like Harry was flirting subtly with him. Shaking his head of his confused thoughts, Draco strode out of the room and down the dungeon corridor, towards the Grand Staircase.
With an annoyed sigh Draco stared at his boring History of Magic Professor, wishing that Harry was in this class. Having turned in his essay already he had nothing to do but listen to his Professor drone on, that was until he remembered he has his diary tucked into the front pocket of his messenger bag. With an excited gleam in his eyes, he silently pulled out his diary and a quill.
Dear Diary
15 October 2008 V.2
I am so excited! I got some of the best news ever. Starting tonight I will be training with Harry, every night. Severus pulled me aside this afternoon and asked me to train with Harry. I can't believe it. Now I get to see him every night before I go to sleep.
Yes, I know, quiet a change from this mornings' attitude.
I just, wow, it's just I never expected this to happen, ya know?
Oh, another thing. I think Harry was flirting with me earlier, yet it seemed like he wasn't. It's so confusing. I can't wait for tonight after dinner!
Oh, Professor is asking questions, got to stop writing. I'll write tomorrow about what happens tonight.
- Signing Off
A/n: So how was it? Yes, no? Probably no… Eh, I tried, maybe you might like the next chapter more so.
