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Draco Malfoy was once again outside at an ungodly hour writing in his journal. He was sitting on his bedroom balcony fighting his senses to want to sleep, and turning to rely on his nocturnal ness. He opened his journal to the next blank page. He wasn't this far after one night of writing… He looked at the last entry, found it wasn't his, and felt his mouth drop in horror.

August 19th

I can't pretend everything makes sense. Oh yes, you've heard me correctly! The great Hermione Granger can't understand everything like everyone says. I'm tired of being treated like Virgin Mary. I feel like I'm living in a blank void where all I do is study, work, and succeed. I don't live. Does that make any sense? What keeps me hanging on?

I feel absurd for writing this, you see. I'm not the usual person you'd see with a journal (or diary, whatever.) in my possession. Its just not my style. Actually, since I've mentioned that…My style. Its nothing big, but I don't want the reputation like Lavender and Parvati have of being so girly. I don't want to be considered to strict that I become a Professor. I just want to have friends, learn and do something with my life. Make a difference.

My parent's taught me to work for what I want. Earn it with old fashioned hard-work. They taught me that jealousy is nothing more than cowardice. I desperately want to believe it, but I cannot. I don't things can do back to how they were. I wish it were that easy. I'm jealous of one person in this world. Not because he's powerful, incredibly handsome and charming, smart or rich. I'm jealous of my best friend Harry Potter.

Do you want to know why? Because in the only times I have failed to go beyond par, or even reach it, he pulls me up. He catches me when I fall. I'm not saying I want to take that away from him. Maybe I'm not jealous…maybe I'm just another admirer. Who knows? I can't tell anything about myself nowadays. Everything's just spinning in my head and I'm trying to sort out who's voice is who's.

You wouldn't believe how hard it is. Nobody can know how it feels! I've searched and searched for ways of understanding it myself, but that's not exactly relatively possible, I'm afraid. The clues I must pursue, I often think of it as. You know its amazing how much I think even when I sleep! I wake up and think I'm having a conversation with Harry or Dumbledore.

This summer, I haven't contacted Harry or Ron. I feel really cut off form the world which is stupid on my part because I'm the one contradicting myself for it. I'm going to write tomorrow for sure. Ha…speaking of writing…I was actually (seriously) thinking of writing to Draco Malfoy. Oh crap! It's nearly 3 a.m. I've got to run…I'll explain everything tomorrow. Whoever might get to read this…thanks for listening, but I'm afraid you've only been exposed to the beginning of what I dare say will be a fairy-tale hell.

Draco read and re-read it three times then thought he was delusional and continued with his entry.

August 18th

I've just opened up this journal and found myself reading an entry by none other than the brain of Hogwarts, Hermione Granger. This might sound a little off, and believe me, it feels that way to me, but she either wrote in here on purpose, by mistake, or she has no clue. This could be dangerous for both of us. I mean…what if she read what I wrote? Worse, what if someone got hold of her diary? She'll know my feelings…but I know her's now too.

I wonder if I should owl her and say what's happening? I wonder if she's reading this now-

- Draco tries repeatedly to erase the writing, but he failed.-

Sorry, I tried to erase it but it wouldn't work. I've just thought, I could go back to the store where I bought the book to see if its magical. I mean…Its worth a try right? If that doesn't work then tomorrow I'll owl her. I've honestly got no choice now though. Granger- if you're reading this…Don't mention what's happening just yet okay?

Not much to update on. Mother took a trip to London today and she's expected back in two days. I'm not sure what venture she's on, but I do know father's still in Azkaban. I'll write after I get back from Diagon Alley. Hoping this is all a dream. I'm just a little bit disconnected righ tnow, so I guess I'll go…I feel really dizzy. It's late though, so that must explain it. Goodnight, reader…and if you're reading this too Hermione.