A/N: Yes I know, another new one. But this one is more of a serious one based mostly around Draco.

Chapter One – The Tango

Dear Diary,

What am I going to do? I'm gay. I know that now after wondering about it for the last three years, I am totally sure of myself. I can't even keep it up for a girl anymore, which is sometimes a problem; I'm a very sort after guy. But when I'm showering with the other guys after quiditch practice I can't keep it down. I blame it on the hot water when anyone asks. Who can I tell but you? Who can I ask about it? You can't give me any answers; you're just a book.

There is a guy that I like a lot, but I'm pretty sure that he's straight; he's always obsessing over Granger. I hate having to see him because I want him so bad, but when I don't see him I wish that he were there. I wish he were here right now. Maybe I should just tell him. But then my secret would be out and if he reacts badly then it will all be for nothing.

I'm going to keep it to myself for now. Just try and let it go. But if these feelings I have for him get any stronger then I'm going to tell him, for better or worse. I don't care if it destroys my reputation. I don't even care if my mother and father find out. He should know, and I should know if anything could come of it.

Goodbye for now, my friend.

Draco A. Malfoy

Draco closed his diary and slipped it into the draw of his bedside table. He was still in his bathrobe after his shower. He swept a piece of un- gelled, soft, blonde hair off of his face. He sat up and walked over to his trunk, dropping his towel. He pulled out several garments and pulled them on.

He stood in front of a mirror and frowned at his refection. He pulled off his previous outfit and pulled on another. He looked into the mirror again and this time he smiled. He wore a dark blue shirt and black trousers. He reached for his hair gel, but stopped. He stepped back in front of the mirror and looked at his refection. His hair rested in soft, fine curtains down round his face.

After must consideration he decided to leave it just the way it was. He ran a comb through it, just to be sure that it would lay flat and smiled. Today was going to be a good day. He could feel it in every fibre of his body. The sun was shining and the breeze filtered round the whole castle, carrying the scent of flowers.

He walked out of his room and walked happily through the castle and out onto the grounds. Students were sitting around, talking and laughing. Some studied for upcoming tests while others had picnics. Some did both. Draco stood for a while and looked around.

He walked over toward a tree, intending to just sit beneath it and enjoy the day. As he walked though, he heard a familiar voice and paused, looking over to where it had come from. His smile dropped and he walked toward the group of friends, leaning against a tree as he looked down on them. "I might have guessed that you would be attached to some book or another, but getting Potty and Weasel to study as well, rare, very rare." He drawled.

"Shut your trap Malfoy." Ron snapped. He was sick and tired of Malfoy ruining his day. Despite everything that Hermione kept telling him, he wasn't going to stay quiet any more. He was going to stand up to Malfoy and set him straight once and for all. "Bugger off, or else." Ron said, standing up and talking a step toward Draco.

Draco walked toward him, his silver eyes set in a deadly stare at the Griffindor. "Or else what?" Draco said, standing barely a few inches from Ron. They were so close that their bodies were almost touching. Draco prayed to God that being so close would have no effect on him.

"I'll pound you so hard that you'll limp home crying for your mummy." Ron said angrily. "But of course your mum won't be there, because she'll be out playing with the dark Lord. Word is that your mums a bit of a pet to the dark Lord, he likes to stroke her."

Draco had never been so angry in his life. No one spoke about his mother like that, but he refused to let Ron see that it upset him. He puffed up his chest and smiled cockily at Ron. "Go on then, pound me, faggot." He said defiantly.

Ron turned a rather alarming shade of magenta and grabbed a hold of Draco's throat. Draco pushed him off, much to the disgust of Ron, who couldn't believe how much strength the skinny boy had. Draco marched up to him and grabbed hold of his shirt. "I should have done this a long time ago.