Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, other than Shadow of course, and frankly I don't want to... I'm just borrowing them for a bit...
A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update, for my people's who've been with me for a while... I've been... busy? no, no, lazy... thats it...
Chapter 20: Readings And Findings
Harry stared at the page for several minutes, having yet another inner conflict over what to do.
This was personal. It was a journal... If Draco had wanted the world to know whatever was written inside this, then he would have told them...
Then again, not really, proclaimed another voice in his head. He is a Slytherin and a Malfoy -- and its not like either of those people open up much...
Yeah, but, what good could it do? I'm happy with Ron, does it really matter if Malfoy likes me.
Silence from the other voice, but it wasn't a silence of defeat, more the silence that is when a person expects you to look back at the last thing you just said. When the other voice didn't respond, the latter couldn't help but whisper gleefully, Are you happy with Ron?
Harry blinked, his mind blazing, trying to figure out what he had just had a conflict about. The voices in his head (which I think he needs to get checked out by the way) had said that he didn't really love Ron.... or at least one of them had. The other had been defiant, like it was trying to believe something. He didn't really love Ron...
With a suprisingly sudden want, Harry flipped open the next page, and his heart fluttered dramatically. It wasn't anything written, it was just the fact that there was writing -- and lots of it. Harry smiled slightly as he realized that the loopy silver scrawl was just as he had imagined it. Perfect in its own way.
Harry took a deep breath and began to read quietly:
May 30
Today was yet another day in the Malfoy household. Then again, it was my fifteenth birthday. Mother and Father, as usual got into a fight, Mother weighing heavily against my Father's wants to have the Dark Mark christianed on my forearm. I'm not sure if I even want to bear it. It doesn't exactly seem like a mark of joy. Father is greatly stressed out and the atmosphere about definately would not remind one of a birthday. I got my presents today, and this journal was one of them. My heart flew. I knew that this was something I would treasure and need for a long while. Well, Mother is calling me downstairs, I believe I hear tears in her voice... poor Mother.
Your owner,
Draco
Harry looked, slightly aghast at the page. The description of the Malfoy household, though short was not at all how Harry had imagined it. He had expected Draco to already have the mark for one, and also, he never expected his mother and father to not get along... he seemed to prefer his mother over his father, thats probably why he was so upset in fourth year when I made the comment about her looking like she had dung under her nose... I'm almost sorry I did that now.
But Harry shook his head and flipped a few pages into the journal. He didn't need to read about over the summer, he needed to flip about 5 or 6 months forward... he quickly realized, while flipping innocently through the pages that Draco had written a great amount over the summer. He longed to read it, find out what other secrets Draco held from even the slightest suspicion. But he didn't, that was wrong.
He then also realized that Draco didn't write much once the school began, just a few short entries a few times a month -- they didn't seem very interesting, have glimpsed the words 'letter' and 'Father' and supposed that he were just telling about a letter from his father. And then, suddenly, quickly, the page fell open to the date when it all happened and started (the hat thing, of course). 'December 6' Harry breathed, his eyes scanning the top of the page. For a few moments he didn't even read it, just stood there, balancing on temptation and righteousnous. What harm could it do?
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A/N: Hehehee, I really gotta stop with these damn cliffhangers, they're even starting to annoy me!!! Well, thats it, I'll try and update quicker next time, but no promises!!
A/N: Sorry it's taken me so long to update, for my people's who've been with me for a while... I've been... busy? no, no, lazy... thats it...
Chapter 20: Readings And Findings
Harry stared at the page for several minutes, having yet another inner conflict over what to do.
This was personal. It was a journal... If Draco had wanted the world to know whatever was written inside this, then he would have told them...
Then again, not really, proclaimed another voice in his head. He is a Slytherin and a Malfoy -- and its not like either of those people open up much...
Yeah, but, what good could it do? I'm happy with Ron, does it really matter if Malfoy likes me.
Silence from the other voice, but it wasn't a silence of defeat, more the silence that is when a person expects you to look back at the last thing you just said. When the other voice didn't respond, the latter couldn't help but whisper gleefully, Are you happy with Ron?
Harry blinked, his mind blazing, trying to figure out what he had just had a conflict about. The voices in his head (which I think he needs to get checked out by the way) had said that he didn't really love Ron.... or at least one of them had. The other had been defiant, like it was trying to believe something. He didn't really love Ron...
With a suprisingly sudden want, Harry flipped open the next page, and his heart fluttered dramatically. It wasn't anything written, it was just the fact that there was writing -- and lots of it. Harry smiled slightly as he realized that the loopy silver scrawl was just as he had imagined it. Perfect in its own way.
Harry took a deep breath and began to read quietly:
May 30
Today was yet another day in the Malfoy household. Then again, it was my fifteenth birthday. Mother and Father, as usual got into a fight, Mother weighing heavily against my Father's wants to have the Dark Mark christianed on my forearm. I'm not sure if I even want to bear it. It doesn't exactly seem like a mark of joy. Father is greatly stressed out and the atmosphere about definately would not remind one of a birthday. I got my presents today, and this journal was one of them. My heart flew. I knew that this was something I would treasure and need for a long while. Well, Mother is calling me downstairs, I believe I hear tears in her voice... poor Mother.
Your owner,
Draco
Harry looked, slightly aghast at the page. The description of the Malfoy household, though short was not at all how Harry had imagined it. He had expected Draco to already have the mark for one, and also, he never expected his mother and father to not get along... he seemed to prefer his mother over his father, thats probably why he was so upset in fourth year when I made the comment about her looking like she had dung under her nose... I'm almost sorry I did that now.
But Harry shook his head and flipped a few pages into the journal. He didn't need to read about over the summer, he needed to flip about 5 or 6 months forward... he quickly realized, while flipping innocently through the pages that Draco had written a great amount over the summer. He longed to read it, find out what other secrets Draco held from even the slightest suspicion. But he didn't, that was wrong.
He then also realized that Draco didn't write much once the school began, just a few short entries a few times a month -- they didn't seem very interesting, have glimpsed the words 'letter' and 'Father' and supposed that he were just telling about a letter from his father. And then, suddenly, quickly, the page fell open to the date when it all happened and started (the hat thing, of course). 'December 6' Harry breathed, his eyes scanning the top of the page. For a few moments he didn't even read it, just stood there, balancing on temptation and righteousnous. What harm could it do?
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A/N: Hehehee, I really gotta stop with these damn cliffhangers, they're even starting to annoy me!!! Well, thats it, I'll try and update quicker next time, but no promises!!