Dear Journal,

Guess what happened today? I was walking down the hall and I dropped my quill. And then guess what happened? Harry Potter came and picked it up and asked me, "Is this your quill?" Ohmigosh. I thought I was going to faint. It's my favorite quill now. When I touch the it and feel the finger prints of Harry Potter, it's almost like we're holding hands!

I'm writing in Professor Binn's History Class. He's going to call on me now. I'll write later.

Ginny



Draco chortled at the diary entry. The little Freckle Face was infatuated with that Potter boy. It was pathetic. What was even more stupid was that the little Weasley had dropped her precious little confidante from her book bag when she walked into him like a zombie on love potions. Now in the dormitory, he wondered what he should do with it.

'Should he post it in the Great Hall and wait to see the Weasley turn an absolutely stunning shade of vermillion? Or perhaps send it to Potty boy via owl mail? And even better, slip it into her potions homework and let Snape do the rest. Life was filled with such wonderful choices!' A brilliant idea hit him suddenly. Why, in his second year he had heard his father talking about giving the Muggle Lover an enchanted diary that wrote back. He bet that he could scare the dickens out of the girl with a stunt like that!

With a flourish he took out his eagle feather quill and dipped it into a special ink. He bit the tip while thinking. Hmmm. This could be fun.



Dear Ginny,

You are pathetic. I'm sick of listening to your blabbering nonsense about Potty boy Harry Potter. Don't you have any friends besides me. You are the most pathetic creature know. Go get a life.

I do have to admit that your life is quite interesting, funny really. You could publish it someday and make a million galleons, probably help you're a family a bit. I heard you're quite destitute. Ta ta for now.

Sincerely

Your Journal

He stared at it awhile and then ripped the page out. The entry sounded too much like him, time to try charm.



Dear Ginny,

It's quite sad that you have fallen for a boy who has no interest in you, but its quite understandable. Why settle for Harry Potter when you can have someone you loves you for you. I'm not sure if you actually like him, perhaps you just want attention.

Whenever you need to talk, I'll be here.

Your Journal

'I'm brilliant, he thought. Now she'll probably ooze out all her secrets to me and as a plus she'll hate that disgustingly Potter boy. All that information will be useful whenever I need to blackmail her.'

Now came the hard part. He would have to steal again to write the next entry. Oh yes, brilliant he thought. The old goat Flitwick was good for something. He took out a blank book. He laid it next to Ginny's diary.

Taking out his wand he murmured, "Duplictius." Instantly, writing began to appear on his book. He laughed. Now he wouldn't have to steal it again. Anything he wrote would immediately be transferred into her book and vice versa. He could almost hear Crabbe and Goyle guffawing idiotically in the background, but then they were the hospital wing after a nasty accident involving buber tuber pus.

Just because it looked like candy didn't mean those buffoons should ingest it. And he had been saving that junk to feed to Potter boy. Now he just had to get the book back into Ginny's hands.

"Draco, how could you?" Draco looked up, had he been caught. Pansy lunged at him, her face red. "How could you!"