A/n: Yeah, short prologue. This story will defenitley have a sequel except i dunno how long I'll be able to make them. Anyways, let's hope this makes sense.
In this story, Blaise is a GUY!
In this diary
Chapter 1: Hide
Here in this diary,
I write you visions of my summer
It was the best I ever had
There were choruses and sing-alongs,
and that unspoken feeling
of knowing that right now is all that matters
All the nights we stayed up talking
listening to 80's songs;
and quoting lines from all those movies that we love
It still brings a smile to my face
I guess when it comes down to it....
Hermione sighed and looked down at her parchment... then sighed again. It had been forty minutes and she still couldn't figure out what to write for her Potions essay. It usually took her two minutes to think of something, but her mind was too corrupted with... something else.
She couldn't get her mind off him.
Damn hormones, she thought exasperately. She tied back her soft, wavy chocolate long-hair into a messy bun and then put her head down. Think. She stared at the ceiling with a blank expression on her face. The common room was too noisy, that's why she moved to the library, where it's quiet and peaceful and and nice and... quiet. But no, Hermione's brain was being stubborn.
After calming herself down, she started to ponder... she put her quill on her parchment and began to write.
Sitting here, thinking of the times I was with you
I sit here, thinking of those days we went through
Why am I still here? With a vision
Your face tatooed in my mind
I can't seem to escape this prison
Something not so temporary this time
I'm distracted and I cannot focuse
With you in my mind, your curse has captured me
I close my eyes as I try to adjust
With you in my mind, your charm kept me away from being free
Where are you? I'm waiting here
Being lost, is what I fear
Still here, but numbed by your arms and kiss
Why is this the way it is?
Hermione rolled her eyes, You're sappy, it's disgusting. She sighed once more and was too close of banging her head on the table. Hermione? In ... love?
No. She told herself, Stop it.
"There you are!" Ron exclaimed out of nowhere. Harry and him walked towards Hermione. Quickly, without hesitation, she crumpled the parchment and chucked it in the garbage.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked and then noticed the blank piece of paper. He exchanged suprised looks with Ron, "Not dont your homework? I am truly surprised, aren't you Ronald?"
"Oh yes indeed Harry Potter, Hermione hasn't been thinking straight lately." Ron said in an exaggerated voice.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "And I'm sure the both of you have?"
The two boys paused. "Shut up."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Now if you don't mind, I'm busy." Hermione concentrated back to her parchment.
"Busy? Looking at a blank parchment? Oh, please excuse us." Ron crossed his arms and sat across from Hermione. "What's up? You've been quiet, ever since you got back from the summer."
"Oh, I guess it's just his muggle boyfriend. What's his name again? Oh yeah, Daavviiddd..." Ron teased.
Hermione slapped him on the arm, "Nothing's wrong." Hermione looked at her two weird friends, "I swear. Nothing at all."
"Are you sure?" Harry asked questioningly, as Ron snickered.
"Yes!" Hermione dug her quill on the pathetic parchment.
"Great! You can come with us!" Ron stood up, then smirked, "Unless you want to stay here and dream of Daaaviiddd..."
Hermione broke away from his grip and sat down, "If that's what makes me stay here then yes."
"Great! You can come with us!" Ron said and ignored what she said. He grabbed Hermione by the arm, leaving the book on the table, then the three gushed out.
"Wha..?"
"We have somethin to show you." Harry grinned and pushed the reluctant Hermione out the door.
"Guys! I have a potion's essay to – "
"So do we and don't worry, it's not due in a week." Ron uttered.
"Uh huh, try tomorrow." Hermione said dully.
"Why the hell are we here?" he raised a brow to his 'crew', "Only nerdy dumb gargoyles like Granger come here."
"Oh be quiet Draco, if being nerdy dumb gargoyles is what we have to be to pass damned McGonagall's class, then-" Pansy paused, "OK no, I don't like being here any more than you do. But we gotta do this." Pansy flung her luscious blonde hair to the side and waddled on inside the library, holding Draco's arm.
"Dude, I just wanna pass exams." Blaise added as he too unsurely walked in the room.
"Why not the common room then? It's always cozy, there."
"Shit son, Draco," Pansy said in an annoying tone, "We can't cheat over there. We can't find answers over there, can we? And none of these bozo's have gotten any of the notes done for us."
One of them pushed aside someone's Potion's book as the group penetrated on the table as though they owned the place.
"Maybe we can find some sort of cheat book for the exam. You know?" Theodore Nott asked.
"Am I going to get caught searching through bookshelves like a nerdy dumb gargoyle, Theo? No, I don't think so." Draco replied cockily. The group carefully took out their own books, parchments and quills.
"There's something called the Anti-Cheat, you cow. No matter what you'll do, you'll fail it anyways."
"Right," Theo nodded along.
"Are you stupid?!" Draco snapped at Goyle, who was ripping away pages and chucking them in the garbage bin, "We need those notes, you stupid piece of nothing!"
Goyle exchanged stupid grins with Crabbe and stopped ripping the papers.
"Ugh!" Pansy shrieked silently, "Malfoy, I say you go grab those papers I need them."
"I need them too, get them yourself!"
"Fuck Draco, you're a closer. Get them- the sooner I get this shit started the sooner I get out of here."
Draco groaned and spinned his chair to face the paper-fulled bin. He grabbed two handfulls of crumpled-up papers and dropped them all in the table. Pansy grabbed some as Draco snagged half of it. Blaise went to find some 'cheat books' and silence fell upon them.
Draco uncrumpled a yellow parchment, getting ready to find some answers.
Sitting here, thinking of the times I was with you...
I sit here, thinking of those days we went through
"Uh...?" he raised a brow at the small parchment with writing that didn't look like Goyle's at all.
"Oi, Gregory-"
Why am I still here? With a vision
"Uh..wuh?"
"Nevermind, doofus." Draco kept reading.
Your face tatooed in my mind
I can't seem to escape this prison
'Who's dumb enough to rip a nice poem from a book?'
"Draco? Hello?" Pansy was calling.
"What?"
"I need your notes now."
"I'm not done."
"I need your notes now!"
"I'm not done!"
Draco gave out an annoyed sigh and absent-mindedly pushed some papers towards her. Holding the piece of paper close to his face, trying to read and understand the piece.
Something not so temporary this time
'Oooookay' he snickered to himself.
"What's that?" Pansy asked, pointing at the paper Draco was holding, and found himself grinning at it for no particular reason.
"What?"
"That?"
"This? Oh. I dunno, essays." He shrugged and shoved it under his book and started to copy down some notes.
'Right. Strange poem.'
Two minutes later, Draco pulled out the piece of paper and read it over again. Did that little poem right there just attract him? Does Draco have a soft spot for small pieces?
...Who cares?
He snickered evilly and placed his quill on the parchment and wrote...
"That's it?" Hermione looked at the two boys under her brow, "You brought me all the way here to show me dancing frogs? Honestly. You two, get a life."
"I didn't know we could share them." Ron joked and started laughing.
"Anyways, I have to go." Hermione turned her heel, "I forgot my book and I got work to do. I'll see you both later."
"Your book. Right."
Quickly, Draco looked both ways and hid the parchment under a large brown book. Suddenly, the door burst open with a Hermione walking in in search of something.
Draco froze. Dumb Granger... if she sees me here- I'll never hear the end of it from her and her fucked up friends. He ran towards the nearest bookshelf and grabbed a book to cover his face.
While looking the opposite way, Granger entered and passed by his bookshelf, unnoticing the blonde fellow standing with his back against her, reading over an upside-down book.
Not knowing where she went, Draco sneaked back to his table and told his friends to get a move on. They left before Hermione got the chance to see them sitting in the same table.
She looked around until she her eyes caught the large brown book sitting dully on a table. She walked over to it, sat down, pulled out her quill and began to think again...
This is dumb. She thought to herself. I need a break.
She slipped her quill inside the book until she felt something out of place.
Huh?
Her eyes grew weird, raising a brow at the same parchment she had thrown out not an hour ago. How did-------- ?
She was about to fold it back in until she realised an unfamiliar writing below hers.
What the hell?