(Corresponding fic to Green to Silver (The Journal of Draco Malfoy). It is not a sequel. It simply retells G to S through a different POV and clears a few things up that were left untied in Draco's journal.)

*~ Entry 2 ~*

Dear Diary,

It has to be some violation. Some sort of security breach of my personal space. I was just walking down the hall after dinner alone seeing as Ron and Hermoine disappeared off someplace for a strange unknown reason (where the hell are they anyway?), when all of a sudden I'm attacked by Draco Malfoy. You'd think he punched me or something, but instead he did something much worse.

He brutally dragged me off into a storage closet and locked the door! It isn't the closet bit that scared me, seeing as I spent my entire childhood in one, but the fact that he locked it. Malfoy just locked me in a closet with him. And then he pins me to the wall. He has this vice-like grip on me, and he looked like some deranged lunatic. There was this mad glint in his eyes, and well, I panic. What person in their right mind wouldn't?

I kicked and struggled and swore at him, but his grip only tightened. And then his face comes closer. And he kisses me.

And it wasn't just any ordinary kiss either. It was like his soul was put into it. And the worst part of it all was that I could feel my spine tingling and my heart beat faster, and I felt myself getting aroused.

At this, I panicked some more, struggling with a newfound energy. None of this could be happening to me, Harry Potter right? I was just desperate to get out of there. I begin to try to wriggle free, but it seemed to only provoke him more. He starts grabbing my hair and rubbing his erection against mine. Not that I had an erection, but if I did, it would have been rubbing against it.

Oh my god. That guy was going to rape me. Frenzied, I gave him a huge shove and try to cover up my flushed face and breathlessness with bitterness. I don't exactly remember what I told him. I never do. I think I just told him to fuck off and that he was disgusting. And then I was about to run off. I couldn't let him see my face. I was sure there was that same mad glint in my eyes as there was in his. My face had never felt so hot. But before I ran off, I saw his face.

There was raw pain etched across his face, and he just crumpled. He just crumpled up against the wall, and his eyes were filled with this sadness and I could almost hear his heart crack. He was the very definition of heartbroken right before my very eyes.

And I turned away and just left him there. I turned away and didn't look back. I didn't look back, because I couldn't.

It isn't my fault he's upset. I did the right thing. I have a girlfriend. I did the right thing. Didn't I?

Because if I did, then why does my heartache for him too? Why does my heart feel like cracking? Why can't I forget the crushed look on his face? How he looked liked he just died? Like his soul was gone?

Why do I feel like my soul is gone? Why do I feel so bad? Why do I feel so guilty, even though it isn't my fault?

With love, Harry

~TBC~

Endnotes: I hope I'm doing this right. I've noticed how Harry's feelings changed drastically during the entry. Erk, I hope it's not too drastic. (Nah, I don't have low confidence, I just don't want Harry to appear too mentally unstable. Even though he is ^_~). Much thanks and love to reviewers! ::hugs::