This part is dedicated to silver emerald eyes, for writing a review that convinced me to write another part right this minute. Seriously, I got her review, and voila, fifteen minutes later we have Dear Diary 3 (it also didn't hurt that it was almost four in the morning. The insomnia monster struck again). Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Kono hitotachi wa watashi no mono jya nai. Watashi wa kashite iru dake. Gomen ne! (In a nutshell: Not mine, just borrowing. Oh, and if my Japanese seems a little… rusty and crappy, it's because I haven't used it in three years.)
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Dear Diary 3
By Lizzie
'… I can't believe that I did that. I just kissed him in the middle of the snow. Kissed him in broad daylight. It's almost as if the time since solstice has been one bizarre dream and any moment I'll wake up and be able to laugh it off. God, I hope so, because this is too surreal for words.
'You know, I wouldn't be surprised if he put something in that wassail he gave me. I'll be that's it…'
Harry put his quill to his lips, pausing his writing. He was half expecting Draco to come out of nowhere and interrupt him, as he'd done the last couple of times he'd taken time out to write in his journal.
"He has an uncanny knack for catching me while I do this," Harry laughed to himself. He poised his quill over his journal once again, but was struck with a thought before writing anything else.
"What if he's stalking me? Lulling me into a false sense of security only to spring some insidious trap on me?" Harry's brow furrowed.
"Insidious? I didn't know that you knew a word like that. I like that description of my plots." Draco's voice floated from behind where Harry was seated in the library. Harry groaned and slammed his journal shut as Draco sat in the unoccupied seat next to him.
"I've got to stop doing this in public places," he muttered. Draco laughed.
"Please don't stop. I find it rather enjoyable to catch you unawares when you're baring your soul to an unfeeling book of blank pages."
"Hey, blank pages make the best listeners," Harry refuted playfully.
"Maybe so, but they can't talk back, unlike an actual person." Draco quirked an eyebrow. Harry found himself entranced by that subtle movement of Draco's features for a second before blinking and looking away.
"You'd be surprised."
"Probably not. But I assume that your diary – "
"Journal."
"Whatever. Your diary is strictly charm-free and completely mundane."
"You'd be right."
The two of them sat in a comfortable-yet-awkward silence for a few minutes.
"Hey Malfoy, what are you trying to do?" Harry intentionally left the question vague, letting Draco interpret it as he would.
"Why Mr. Potter, I would think that you would have figured that out by now." Draco's grey eyes danced with laughter.
"Indulge me."
"I'm seducing you, of course."
Harry was silent at first, before opening his mouth to speak.
"That doesn't disturb me as much as I hoped it would." He stood and gathered his things, Draco looking on curiously. "Good luck to you," he said without any malice, a half smile on his lips as he left the library.
"Wait Potter, don't go yet," Draco called after Harry. The darker haired boy paused.
"Nope. I'm not helping you out." He turned back and winked at the stunned blond. "I know how much you love a challenge. It'll be fun." A full-blown smile graced his lips, and his step was light leaving the room.
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I suppose that begins the chase, and means the promise of more. Hopefully this whole "thing" will be completed before New Years, as I generally detest writing about holidays (the exception will be OTRFK). Anyway, REVIEW if you love me. Or the story, either one. And join my C2, because it's the coolest one out there. Seriously, every C2 wants to be like mine... or not. But you can join anyway, because I'd be thrilled, and I have good taste in stories. I'm done now. G'night!