A/N: Hey, hey peoples sorry I haven't updated in a while... I've been busy... I got a boyfriend, I've been going to school, I've been writing on my book (actual book I want to get published) and I've been grounded off the net... in fact I still am... *innocent look* I wanted to update quickly so I wrote this chappy in about 30 minutes or less, and my writing sucks at the moment, but please, bare with me, maybe I'll replace it if it sux too bad!
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Chapter 19: A Diary by a Special Someone
"Harry you okay baby?" Ron asked quietly, pressing his lips slightly against Harry's cheek (A/N: I know, I know, ick, but don't worry... it'll end soon, I promise *evil smirk*).
Harry seemed to awake out of lalaland and shook his head. "Huh?" he asked stupidly.
"He said are you okay baby?" came a gleeful voice from behind them.
They all turned, knowing the voice. There stood Pansy Parkinson, an even more puglike look on her face as she crinkled up her nose in disgust.
"It really is rather disgusting to hear the Weasley call the Potter 'baby'," she spat, but starting to smirk, "but I guess its better than when he was going out with that." She raised her finger lazily and pointed at a quickly moving bushy haired brunnette -- Hermione. "I always knew you were gay, Weasley, though you tried to hide it... and as for you Potter -- you never tried to hide it, but I always knew. Just don't get any ideas about my boyfriend -- he's not gay." With that she turned and stomped down the corridor, back towards the dungeons.
Ron turned and looked at Harry, the tops of his ears reddening. "How did she know?" he asked quietly, throwing a glance at Hermione now tiny, still moving figure.
Harry shrugged, his mind on Draco... he and Pansy were still going out? Why? Harry knew Draco didn't love Pansy... he didn't know who he loved, but it wasn't Pansy.
"So... You okay ba -- mate," Ron corrected himself quickly, throwing a glance around the corridor. He really didn't feel like being teased by any more Slytherins, though he wasn't ashamed of Harry -- he just didn't want everyone to know.
Harry nodded. "I need to go back up to my dormitory..." Harry said quietly.
"For what?"
"Um..." truth was Harry didn't need to go back to the dormitory -- he just wanted be alone. Alone, as in without anyone around, so he could sort out his thoughts. He sighed. "I just need some time to think okay? Don't worry," he added seeing the look on Ron's face turn rather sour, "I just need to you know, think about all the crap that Shadow pulled -- get over it you know."
Ron's face relaxed slightly and he too nodded. "I understand," he responded and gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek. "Now," he added, "don't think too hard... you do still have to go to classes tomorrow!"
Harry smiled half heartedly, kissed Ron back on the cheek (A/N: *twitch*) and gave him a quick hug. "I'll see you later then?"
Ron nodded and turned around, striding to Harry didn't know where. He didn't really care at the moment either, he cared about Ron, but he needed some time alone at the moment.
Walking towards the Gryffindor tower, his thoughts turned back to Draco and Shadow, and the betrayal he felt in his heart. He had trusted Shadow. He nearly kicked himself. She was a Slytherin, a Malfoy, what could he have been thinking?! She could be a Death Eater for all he knew, and he had trusted her!!! He rounded the corner angrily and ran right into none other than the blond wonder himself, Draco, looking rather distraught.
"Watch where you're going Potter!" he called out indignantly as he bounced backwards slightly, after running into the raven haired boy.
"Sorry, Draco," Harry blushed slightly and side stepped in order to let him pass.
"It's Malfoy to you!" Draco sneered.
"Whatever," Harry sighed and started to walk away, his heart torn at Draco's rudeness. There was no chance Draco would even think about being friends with him.
"Potter!" Draco's voice suddenly rang down the hall.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he turned around and lifted his head to signal that he was listening.
"Have you seen Peeves? He's got something of mine..." Draco said distractedly, looking up and down the corridors.
"No." Harry answered quickly, then watched as Draco spun around and continued marching down the hall, muttering to himself.
Harry continued his trek up the Gryffindor tower, and entered it after giving the Fat Lady the password. He was just about to enter, when through the door flew none other than Peeves.
Peeves face cracked into a grin. "AH, Harry Potter!" he exclaimed, throwing up his arms in delight, and Harry noticed he was holding a small book in his left hand. Was that what he'd taken from Draco? He doubted it... it looked like a diary... "Just the idiot -- I mean student I was looking for... I wanted to give you something, thought it might interest you," an evil glint shown in his eyes. He tossed the book into the air and zoomed off through the floor. Harry caught the book as it nearly hit the ground.
Harry examined it. It was a diary. But who's? He doubted it was Draco's -- yet he hoped. He didn't want to just read it -- that was rude, and very unGryffindorish... but the hat had said he would do well in Slytherin... and he wasn't exactly himself lately... and if it was Draco's...
Harry cracked open the cover and glimpsed the first page. It was a green journal, and in silver writing in the center of the page were the words: 'Property of Draco Malfoy'.
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A/N: Ick, ick, ick! I know, this chapter sucked, but I really wanted to get something to ya'll so you wouldn't think I'd forgotten all about you cuz I haven't!!! Please review!
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Chapter 19: A Diary by a Special Someone
"Harry you okay baby?" Ron asked quietly, pressing his lips slightly against Harry's cheek (A/N: I know, I know, ick, but don't worry... it'll end soon, I promise *evil smirk*).
Harry seemed to awake out of lalaland and shook his head. "Huh?" he asked stupidly.
"He said are you okay baby?" came a gleeful voice from behind them.
They all turned, knowing the voice. There stood Pansy Parkinson, an even more puglike look on her face as she crinkled up her nose in disgust.
"It really is rather disgusting to hear the Weasley call the Potter 'baby'," she spat, but starting to smirk, "but I guess its better than when he was going out with that." She raised her finger lazily and pointed at a quickly moving bushy haired brunnette -- Hermione. "I always knew you were gay, Weasley, though you tried to hide it... and as for you Potter -- you never tried to hide it, but I always knew. Just don't get any ideas about my boyfriend -- he's not gay." With that she turned and stomped down the corridor, back towards the dungeons.
Ron turned and looked at Harry, the tops of his ears reddening. "How did she know?" he asked quietly, throwing a glance at Hermione now tiny, still moving figure.
Harry shrugged, his mind on Draco... he and Pansy were still going out? Why? Harry knew Draco didn't love Pansy... he didn't know who he loved, but it wasn't Pansy.
"So... You okay ba -- mate," Ron corrected himself quickly, throwing a glance around the corridor. He really didn't feel like being teased by any more Slytherins, though he wasn't ashamed of Harry -- he just didn't want everyone to know.
Harry nodded. "I need to go back up to my dormitory..." Harry said quietly.
"For what?"
"Um..." truth was Harry didn't need to go back to the dormitory -- he just wanted be alone. Alone, as in without anyone around, so he could sort out his thoughts. He sighed. "I just need some time to think okay? Don't worry," he added seeing the look on Ron's face turn rather sour, "I just need to you know, think about all the crap that Shadow pulled -- get over it you know."
Ron's face relaxed slightly and he too nodded. "I understand," he responded and gave Harry a quick peck on the cheek. "Now," he added, "don't think too hard... you do still have to go to classes tomorrow!"
Harry smiled half heartedly, kissed Ron back on the cheek (A/N: *twitch*) and gave him a quick hug. "I'll see you later then?"
Ron nodded and turned around, striding to Harry didn't know where. He didn't really care at the moment either, he cared about Ron, but he needed some time alone at the moment.
Walking towards the Gryffindor tower, his thoughts turned back to Draco and Shadow, and the betrayal he felt in his heart. He had trusted Shadow. He nearly kicked himself. She was a Slytherin, a Malfoy, what could he have been thinking?! She could be a Death Eater for all he knew, and he had trusted her!!! He rounded the corner angrily and ran right into none other than the blond wonder himself, Draco, looking rather distraught.
"Watch where you're going Potter!" he called out indignantly as he bounced backwards slightly, after running into the raven haired boy.
"Sorry, Draco," Harry blushed slightly and side stepped in order to let him pass.
"It's Malfoy to you!" Draco sneered.
"Whatever," Harry sighed and started to walk away, his heart torn at Draco's rudeness. There was no chance Draco would even think about being friends with him.
"Potter!" Draco's voice suddenly rang down the hall.
Harry's heart skipped a beat as he turned around and lifted his head to signal that he was listening.
"Have you seen Peeves? He's got something of mine..." Draco said distractedly, looking up and down the corridors.
"No." Harry answered quickly, then watched as Draco spun around and continued marching down the hall, muttering to himself.
Harry continued his trek up the Gryffindor tower, and entered it after giving the Fat Lady the password. He was just about to enter, when through the door flew none other than Peeves.
Peeves face cracked into a grin. "AH, Harry Potter!" he exclaimed, throwing up his arms in delight, and Harry noticed he was holding a small book in his left hand. Was that what he'd taken from Draco? He doubted it... it looked like a diary... "Just the idiot -- I mean student I was looking for... I wanted to give you something, thought it might interest you," an evil glint shown in his eyes. He tossed the book into the air and zoomed off through the floor. Harry caught the book as it nearly hit the ground.
Harry examined it. It was a diary. But who's? He doubted it was Draco's -- yet he hoped. He didn't want to just read it -- that was rude, and very unGryffindorish... but the hat had said he would do well in Slytherin... and he wasn't exactly himself lately... and if it was Draco's...
Harry cracked open the cover and glimpsed the first page. It was a green journal, and in silver writing in the center of the page were the words: 'Property of Draco Malfoy'.
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A/N: Ick, ick, ick! I know, this chapter sucked, but I really wanted to get something to ya'll so you wouldn't think I'd forgotten all about you cuz I haven't!!! Please review!