I am finally back! It's been a tough couple of weeks—school and everything else in my life is hectic but I've survived. I had some trouble writing this chapter but I'm already working on the next one and hopefully it will be up by this weekend!


"His father taught him to hide is emotions. I'm not sure he's felt an actual feeling since he was fourteen." Goyles words hung heavy in the air, as Ginny Weasley stared open mouthed at him.

"How does…how does that even happen?"

Goyle shrugged. "His family life wasn't the best. I mean, his parents were Death Eaters. Are, still I guess."

"Weren't yours…?"

Goyle nodded. "But we weren't so 'up in the chain.' We weren't expected to do anything so…drastic as Draco and his family were."

"Should we…go after him?"

"No, he needs to cool off. He'll just be a dick if you approach him now."

Ginny nodded, before wandering out the door. She turned, and smiled at the former Slytherin. "You know, you're not as bad as I thought you'd be. Draco's lucky to have you as a friend."

Goyle nodded. "You're not too shabby yourself, Weasley." He winked, before diving back under his blanket. "Now leave me, unless you want to be hit by a fly spell!"

Ginny darted out of the room, a spell hitting the wall where she had just been standing. She giggled as she slipped out of the dorms and into the halls.

She flew out into the fresh air and spotted two figures in the distance. She grinned, starting towards them. "Harry!" she called, waving her arms. She plopped down next to the two best friends, grinning. "I have a secret." She sung.

Hermione narrowed her eyes at the redhead. "Do tell."

Ginny winked. "Well, it seems that—"

Harry cut her off with a kiss.

"Harry! What was tha—"

Someone cleared their throat. "Uhm, Harry?"

The black-haired boy looked up in surprise.

"Could I…talk to you?" Draco twiddled his thumbs.

"Uh, sure mate, what's up?"

"Alone."

"Oh, ah, not sure. You may try to kill me again." Harry laughed.

Draco cracked a smile before reverting back to his normal grimace. "er, yeah. No promises."

When Harrys face went white, Draco held up his hands.
Whoa, kidding, mate."

Harry nodded, standing up and following Draco a few yards away.

Hermione nodded towards them. "What the hell would Malfoy want with Harry? Probably going to try to kill him again."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Nah, Draco's not that bad."

"Not that—NOT THAT BAD?!" Hermione yelled.

"SHHHHHH"

"Not that bad?" She hissed, quieter. "His aunt killed your own brother and he's not that bad?!"

"Hermione, it wasn't him who killed Fred."

"I wouldn't put it past him." Hermione snorted. "He's a fucking worthless pile of filth."

Ginny straightened at her words. She turned coldly to Hermione. "You're almost as bad as him." She said softly.

"What do you—"

"You're being narrow minded, Hermione. The war is OVER. He can change. We all have."

"He's still a goddamn Slytherin."

"You're in Slytherin."

Hermione stayed silent, all of the sudden finding her cuticles oh-so-interesting.

Ginny sat there for a second, before turning back to Hermione. "And you know what, two years ago, I'd have decided that I would go out and kill every one of the death eaters spawn, but now that I'm getting to know them…now I don't know. It's their parents who put those ideas in their heads. They didn't get to choose Hermione. And now they do have a choice."

Just as Hermione opened her mouth, Harry plopped back down next to them. "Hey! Did I miss anything?"

Hermione grinned. "No, nothing at all. What did Malfoy want?"

"Draco wanted to know why you and Ron weren't getting along."
"Why the hell does that concern him?"

"Because Ron is acting really weird and he's worried that he's a danger to the rest of his dorm-mates and Draco's trying to figure out why."

"So what did you tell him…?"

Harry shrugged. "To ask Ron. Or look in his diary."

Ginny gasped. "Harry! You didn't!"

Harry grinned. "What? I can be a little Slytherin sometimes."


Potter won't tell me, Weasley won't tell me, but now at least I have a lead. Draco thought, as he strode towards his dormitory. "Regeneratus" He said to the painting, which nodded and slid open to reveal his dorm.

It was empty, except for the massive amounts of dishes in the sink and the pile of blankets on the sofa. Draco grinned. "Perfect."

He slid into Ron's room, walking quietly over to the hamper where Harry said he keeps his diary. Draco unhooked the top of the hamper and peering inside, before turning to the top. There, on the roof, was the diary.

Draco grinned, taking it from its spot and placing another book in its place. He casted a spell to make it look like the diary before he closed and latched the hamper and padded into his own room.

There, Draco sat down to read.


Awesome! Well I have an amazing next chapter for you (possibly a few—Ron's diary will give a lot of insight to why Hermione and him split ways). So hold onto your hats folks! J