Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything included in his books. Sorry if I broke your heart.
Draco sat stunned in the Great Hall. He couldn't believe what he had just read. Should he talk to Granger about it? Should he pretend it never happened? What's a Malfoy to do?
He got up from the table, and proceeded to leave the Great Hall.
"Where are you going, Drake?" shrieked Pansy from the table.
'Keep your answer short and sweet,' he thought .
"Geez, Parkinson. Are you writing a book?"
Draco left the snickering Slytherins behind, and went in search of Hermione.
Hermione sat crying in the Prefect's bathroom. She couldn't believe out of all the people at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy had been the first to discover her secret. She thought that she had left that part of her life behind two years ago when she had written that entry. How cruel was the world to have her one closely guarded secret be shared by the likes of him?
Draco walk down the long corridor in search of the Gryffindor girl. God, he hated having feelings. Especially guilt. Why did he come up with that plot? Well, stealing her journal to embarrass her seemed like a good idea before lunch. Who would have thought that stealing a journal would have such emotional baggage? Who would have thought that Hermione Granger, mudblood, had such a secret?
Draco stopped dead in his tracks as he heard a noise coming from the Prefects bathroom.
"Who's in there?" he shouted .
The noise still continued, but there was no answer.
"I'll give you one more chance to reveal yourself before I go in there?"
When he again received no answer, he said the password to the portrait, and entered.
"You can bet that you're in serious trouble, whoever you are," shouted Draco as he entered the bathroom.
After he was fully in the bathroom, he shut the entrance, and turned around to see Hermione laying on the floor.
"Ah, shit."