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**stars mean thought**

Back in the Slytherin dormitories, Draco was fuming! **How dare she insinuate that I'm anything like my father? I'm nothing like him**. Draco kept repeating this to himself as some sort of mantra. **And, who ever said that I was going to be a Death Eater. Bloody fools if you ask me. She gets me so worked up!**.

He dumped his bag on his bed and searched for his Transfiguration book. "Bloody McGonagoll", Draco muttered under his breath. He grabbed his book but then he spotted something he hadn't noticed before. Sitting on his bed, along with all the rest of his schoolbooks, lies a blue notebook.

Draco picked it up and turned it over in his hands a few times. **Must belong to the mudblood**, he thought. Well, that was all he needed to spark his curiosity, and besides it might serve as good blackmail material. Draco smirked, the opened it to the latest entry.

November 4

Another day of school gone by. I love Hogwarts and enjoy doing my work, but lately things have been, well rather boring. It's only my sixth year and already the pressures of becoming an adult are starting to become a daily issue. I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't know what they want, but deep inside I know this isn't true. Thing's may be boring around here, but that doesn't make them any less tense. Voldemort is finally back in power and believe me diary, that's not a good thing. I feel so worried for Harry, but he seems to be okay with it. Ron has been acting very strange lately, but I'm sure it must be my imagination. Sometimes I wish I knew what the future held for me, and for all my friends, but I guess I'm lucky that I don't because me, being the "mudblood" that I am, may not have one. Hermione Granger Sixth year Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Now Draco knew the book belonged to Granger and it seemed that she, like him was confused about the future. **She's right about one thing, that's for sure. Voldemort is in power now, and that may cause just as many problems for me, as it will for her. Oh well, at least I'm not a mudblood.**

Back in the hallway, Hermione was struggling to carry her many books to the library, her initial destination. "Oh, it must be in here somewhere!" she exclaimed out loud. Hermione was looking for her blue notebook, and tried to think of what she might have done with it. "I know it was here with me when I left for the library, and then." she trailed off "Malfoy must have grabbed it by mistake. Oh no!"

She made her way to the library a bit more dejectedly than before. "Well, things just can't get any worse can they?" Her famous last words