A/N: Thanx to all who reviewed- I'm glad you like my portrayal of Draco, hope he doesn't disappoint later on! He won't get too mushy, I'm not a big fan of fluff. Keep reading and reviewing, luv you all!!!!!

Disclaimer: Not my people, just my plot. I'm am poor and shall remain poor. All credit must go to the amazing J.K. Rowling for her wonderful characters.

Chapter 2 Internal Struggles

Late the next night, Draco lay awake struggling to fall asleep. After tossing and turning in his voluminous bed, he decided a bit of light reading might quiet his mind. Reaching to his bedside stand looking for a book, his hand brushed the small journal.

Why not? I might get a clue as to who this mystery girl and her lover are.

Sniggering quietly as he though of his evil plans, Draco turned on the small desk lamp at his side and flipped through the pages, finding a poem that looked like it had been pieced together from cut-up song lyrics.

"Hmm, creative. But I bet it's from some stupid chick CD."

A mumbled groan from the next bed silenced him. Re-adjusting his lamp to prevent waking his neighbors, Draco began to read:

Here is something beautiful/

now smash it

How do you write about that?

When you just ignore me

I feel a choke hold coming on.

What do you do?

Everything you say to me is dumb/

at least it's stupid

Spiteful confrontations

dreaming of

Mean shit I wish I'd said to you

another confession

I never said no

make more of it than it was

I break your concentration

Does he know where he is?/

I doubt it.

Desperate need to be together

lie here in

your

arms

holding his hands, strong hands

too much to ask you

save me from myself.

"Whoa. She has some serious emotional dysfunction's to work through"

"Mgrbbflbmm...."

Oops. Stupid light sleepers. That poem is so bizarre. It is definitely not from some chick CD though. The lyrics are so piece-y and random, sounds like she is half regretful for not chewing him out and half regretful for not kissing him instead. Can't she decide whether she loves him or hates him? And if he annoys her so much, why the hell does she even bother crushing on him? I have to find out who this girl is!

Draco turned the lamp off and lay back in his bed, his mind racing even faster than ever. Why did her poem make sense to him? He pondered this and the fact that he found girls who talked back and didn't put up with his shit attractive until 3am when he finally dozed off, still clutching the pink and purple journal.

Four hours later, Draco was rudely awakened by a fellow Slytherin hollering,

"Hey Malfoy! What's with the diary?"

Tired and confused, Draco looked blearily at the origin of the disturbing noise and was about to scathingly reply, "What diary, dickhead?!" when he realized he was still clutching the mystery girls journal protectively to his chest. Stumbling through excuses Draco managed to stutter,

"Oh, uh...I, uh, I found it. I just, um... I just didn't want any of you primeval lunkheads to get your greasy hands on it before I, um, well...before...I was done, uh, blackmailing, yeah! Blackmailing, uh, whoever, whoever wrote.. it."

"Oh, ok."

The thick Slytherin didn't quite understand but knew if Draco Malfoy was plotting something, it would be worth waiting for.

"So whose is it?"

"I'm, not quite sure. Yet. I'm working on that, now scram so I can work on, on blackmailing!"

Draco hoped the vague threat would be enough to stop the questioning He was very relieved when the boy nodded and left for breakfast in the Great Hall. He let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding and hurriedly stuffed the journal unceremoniously under his mattress and proceeded to quickly get ready.

All through his classes that day, Draco had problems concentrating. His mind constantly drifted back to the journal. In Potions, usually his best class, Draco managed to accidentally add the diced beetle into his cauldron before the mandragorn juice causing his potion to turn a sickly green and emit large amounts of purple smoke. In History of Magic he was so busy sorting his thoughts he missed al the notes on the Wizard's Rehabilitation Act of 1839. His train of thoughts remained scattered through the whole day.

Why did I act so guilty this morning? I wasn't lying about the blackmail thing, it's what I planned to do, wait. When did it become past tense? I'm still going to humiliate that lovesick loser. Aren't I? I mean, just because I think the girl is a good poet doesn't mean I'm in love with her or anything. I don't even know who the girl is for Merlin's sake. Why do I even care?

Draco battled with himself internally all through his classes and through till dinnertime when a grumbling stomach interrupted him. As he walked by the Gryffndor table he made sure to smirk and comment to Ron Weasley;

"Oy, Weasel! You'd better enjoy your food. Dinner here must be a dream come true compared to the slop you have to share around at home!"

Draco was surprised when Ginny retaliated to the comment while Harry held Ron back.

"Oh shut up ferret. Don't you have anything better to do? Like walk off the top of the North Tower?"

Draco snorted instead of replying as he was quite speechless, and to his surprise, a touch impressed too. He still managed a haughty look as he turned to join his own table until Ginny, quite pleased with herself, turned to her own table to make an announcement.

"Oh, by the way, has anyone seen my journal? I seem to have lost it. It's pink. Pink with little purple flowers."

Draco's jaw dropped.

A/N: Ooh, I wonder what will happen to him next? Thanx for reading and especially for reviewing! Oh, and the song lyric poem is random lyrics from the Harvey Danger CD, "Where Have All the Merrymaker's Gone?" I have the next chapter written so I should have another update in a couple days.

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