Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter do you think I would be on here writing fanfiction about it?

A/N: I wrote this in response to a challenge, the challenge was to write 'A Day in the Life of (insert Harry Potter chacter here)' fic that was 1500 words or less.

The sun was shining through the forest green drapes of the Slytherin dorm room, and the students stirred in their beds as the rays of the warm winter sun reached each of their beds in turn. But one bed was empty, the sheets unwrinkled and cold. The owner of this bed, Draco Malfoy, had been up till the wee hour of the morning and had past out on one of the plushy common room couches. A slightly worn notebook was clutched to his chest; the title of which read 'Draco's Diary' and the last entry written was this:

December 22, 1992

Dear My Only Listener,
Today was just like yesterday, more accusing stares.
I woke up this morning feeling loved then angry, I had had a dream which was exactly that, a dream, a fantasy. I went down to breakfast still feeling angry at myself for letting my dream get to me. And the anger grew when I entered the Great Hall and got my first accusing stares of the day, they were from Harry and Ron those two Gryffindors, but SHE wasn't there, the one I dream about. SHE didn't come to breakfast at all, she was probably in the library, but I saw her in double potions. I had charms next, I think we learned the tickling charm, I don't remember. I saw HER again in Defense Against the Dark Arts; it disgusted me that she was practically drooling over that overstuffed ego of a person Lockhart. Lockhart, yeah, well, he's locked HER heart away from me.

I was feeling good, later that morning, a little bit more relaxed, but then I walked in to the Great Hall for lunch and got more accusing stares, the word was spreading. How did I get branded with being the heir of Slytherin? But the good feeling quickly returned when I saw HER, SHE was talking to those two; the three of them were looking at me, and HER, SHE was looking at me with disgust. I could feel my lip curl up into a sneer and I quickly turned towards the Slytherin table. What is it about that Mudblood that makes me short of breath and my heart beat fast?

After lunch I had some other classes, don't know which, and don't care. I didn't go to dinner I didn't need to be stared at again, especially by HER. Holiday break starts tomorrow, I'm not going home this year, I'm staying, I can't go home, I'd go crazy not being able to write in you. I can write freely here and not have to worry about my father finding you. What would he say-what would he do if he knew I had feelings for a Mudblood, feelings for Hermione Granger? Well it's almost 4 a.m. and my secret has been safe another day.

So now I say g'night my sweet, before I lay my head;

This has been another day of my life and now I'm off to bed.

The One Who Talks To You,
Draco Malfoy