A/N I bet you thought my next installment would never come! Well, it is finally here!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters. I only own some first years, and of course, the plot! I also own the rules of 'Snike'.

Warnings: Eh... Not much. Although, keep in mind that this is slash, Harry, Draco.

Chapter Two: Okay. I take after him.

Draco's POV

Okay. So I don't like the dark. Who gives a shit? Well, he probably does.

I guess I just have too much anger in my life. Ya know? My dad, the person who slammed me into a mirror when he figured out of was gay. My mother, who is cold, and a real overprotective wench, watching my every move, (To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if she could see me writing in my journal with a mirror spell right now.) and interrogating everyone I took time to go out with.

Well, I guess that's not why I hate the dark. No, it's because he does.

So I take after him! So? Okay. You're probably wondering how I know he hates the dark. Err... Well, that I really can't tell you. Because... Well, you'd think I was a stalker or something... So, well, I guess my journal can't call me anything, can it?

Well, my father, being, well, my father, taught me how to snike. To snike is to undo locks, get through difficult situations smoothly, figure out passwords without the guard knowing what you are doing, and the like.

So... I got through the Pink Lady by sniking. Well, I guess I should leave. I'm going down to the lake to get some of my problems out of my head.

Draco

After shutting my journal, I snuck out of my common room quietly, thinking of Harry's eyes.

I am a big romantic. I get lost in big green eyes too easily. They were in the shape of almonds, and the iris glinted like a jewel in the hilt of a sword. His face was a dark tan from the quidditch training in the hot summer sun. His face was long, but not too long, not like a horse's face, and his body was muscular, and lean.

By now I was out through the doors and on my way to the lake.

His eyes reminded me of those lilly pads in the brightness of the sun as they floated lazily across the shimmering water.

Five feet from the water, I spotted someone. It was someone with dark hair, and a tan visible from the light of the moon. My breath hitched in my throat. That someone, was Harry J. Potter.

It took a while, I know... So sorry!