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Chapter 2 – The Journal

After a satisfying dinner, Hermione had returned to her private room to gather up some books and head back to the library.  Although she was tired, she decided to get started on some extra homework that was due next week.  "It's never too early to get homework done, right?" she thought to herself as she gathered together her books, making sure to also include her inconspicuous, leather-bound journal that she had begun to carry with her lately.  It was a journal in which she could write about anything and everything, because she still felt like there were things she couldn't confide in Ginny, at least not yet.  It wasn't that she didn't trust Ginny, but it just seemed like every time Hermione tried to tell her, the words wouldn't form in her mouth.  Hermione wanted to tell Ginny about the strange dreams she had been having… the ones that she would wake up from, breathless and shaken… but in a good way.  But it was just the fact that the dreams starred a certain boy, and Hermione wasn't sure how Ginny would take the news.  And, secretly, Hermione enjoyed the dreams… and wasn't sure if she wanted to share the explicit details.

            Hermione entered the library, headed to an empty table and set down her books.  Before she started working on her homework, she pulled her journal from the stack and flipped to the page of her most recent entry, and began to re-read the story she had begun to write after waking up from one particularly explicit dream.  It was a fantasy, paralleling what had happened in her dream, and of course, starring the same boy.  As she read over her written words, she could feel the pleasant warmth growing within her.  She smiled to herself, as she conjured up his image in her mind.  She wasn't sure what had first fueled these dreams, but Hermione felt strangely attracted to his bad-boy demeanor, finding it sexy and dangerous at the same time.  Not to mention that he had become even more disturbingly handsome over the past couple of years; his muscles from Quidditch becoming increasingly more defined; his piercing eyes whose glare had acquired the ability to make her knees go weak.  She laughed to herself as she thought of the look that would adorn Harry's face if she were to reveal to him the fact that she had been having sexual dreams starring the one and only Draco Malfoy.  He'd probably want to send her down to Madam Pomfrey's and have her checked for curses.   She sighed, and let the pleasant feeling overcome her as she continued to read, not realizing that her eyelids were slowly drooping.  Before long, she was asleep.

            She awoke with a start.  After a moment of confusion, she realized she was still in the library, and it was much later than before.  She swore at herself under her breath.  She wasn't afraid of getting in trouble, since being Head Girl came with a few perks, one of them being the liberty to be out of bed and around the castle late at night.  No, she was mad at herself because she had wasted a few hours of valuable studying time.  As she hastily gathered up her books, she glanced to make sure her journal was one of the books in her stack, but it was not.  Her heart jumped as she realized, with a quick glance, that it was not on the table, or on the floor.  Her mind was racing.  There was so much in that journal that she wanted to keep secret… and if it had fallen into the wrong hands…

            "Looking for this, Granger?" A snide voice interrupted her racing thoughts.  She looked up before her mind could process whose voice it was.  Instead of relief washing over her as she spotted her journal, her chest tightened even more… because it was being held, and read, by none other than Draco Malfoy himself.