A/N sitting at computer screen singing along to a Beach Boys song Oh sorry about that. Well here is the second chapter to the all of two people who have reviewed my story (thank you's at end of chapter) So I changed the rating from PG-13 to R because we are going to have abuse from this point on in the story and later on other things. Oh, I only hinted at this earlier but this is their 7th year at Hogwarts and it is also around the middle of November, so ya know. I would like to dedicate this chapter to tknp-gal4 and squiddie03 because they were my first reviewers and I loved their reviews! Well I have nothing else to say so onto the fic!

Disclaimer: Me: (reading off of cue card) J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter not me. There ya happy now Mr. Police officer?

Police Officer: Yes miss you may go now as long as you promise not to try and steal Harry Potter again and call it your own.

Me: grumbling Yes sir.

Recap: In our last chapter: Harry had gotten Draco Malfoy's diary from Dobby the house elf and has now decided to open it and read it to see if Draco likes Harry as much as Harry likes him. But what else will he find out? And now to the fic!

Draco Malfoy, The Diary of A Young Boy, Entry 2

Draco Malfoy flopped down onto his bed in his private dormitory and began staring up at the ceiling. 'Why does life have to be so damn confusing?' thought the blond haired, gray-eyed teenager. 'Why, why can't everybody just leave me the hell alone? Why does every one have to pre- judge me just because I'm that gits son? I'm not some cocky bastard like he is. At least I'm not anymore; I've really tried being nice lately' thought the blond. 'Now that no one is around to tell me I can't be nice to anyone outside of Slytherin, and if I am they'll come over here and kick my ass to the next century. No one seems to believe me when I say I am trying to be nice though.' Draco Malfoy sighed, 'Oh well, maybe after some pain I'll feel a little better.' The blond stood up and pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at his chest and whispered, "Crucio."

At once he felt a searing pain all over his body, it felt like thousands of red-hot pokers were being pushed against his bare skin. The teenager dropped his wand and collapsed onto his bed, he felt like screaming but afraid somebody would hear he bit his lip to quiet himself. A few seconds later he fell off his bed and onto the cold stone floor clutching himself and drenched with sweat, and had a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. It was over. He just smiled, held himself tighter, and began chuckling to himself, "Well I feel a little bit better" he said quietly, even though he knew he was lying.

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Harry undid the solid gold lock and began flipping through the parchment like pages searching for the latest entry.

November 11th,

'This was made two days ago' thought Harry.

Nothing new today really, I got into a fight with some Ravenclaws at lunch because they said I purposely knocked them into the wall. All they did was bump shoulders with me and then they went and threw themselves into the damn wall and tried blaming it on me! Pansy tried hitting on me yet again and keeps insisting she's my girlfriend and we should sleep together! Talk about sick and wrong! I am still doing my nightly sessions of pain.

'Sessions of pain?' thought Harry.

That's like the one good thing that git for a father did for me, making my wand untraceable by the Ministry. I don't want anyone to find out I perform the Cruciatous Curse on myself nightly. I know it is wrong and I should ask for help, but I like the intense pain. It gives me a sense of control in my life and it helps get rid of my anger. When my world seems to just be going downhill all I have to do is whisper one simple word and it all seems to go away. It's a wonderful feeling, knowing that this is the one thing in my life I have control over and nobody can take it away from me. Call it an ecstasy. I don't have control over what my name is, who my father is, or what everybody else thinks I am, but this... this is something I can control. It is painful yes, sometimes I feel like tearing away my own skin but I love it!

"Oh my God!" Harry gasped.

The second thing I appreciate that 'dear old pops' did for me before he got carted off to Azkaban was performing that curse on me every chance he got. Yeah sometimes it was too give me practice so I could perform it with ease when I was initiated as a Death Eater. Most times it was just cause he felt like it and said I needed a reminder of where my loyalty stood. Don't know how he found out I didn't support his boss but when he found out he... even in this diary I'm afraid to say even though this is for my eyes only.

Harry gulped.

Said if I didn't pledge my allegiance to You-Know-Who and bring Harry to him he'd kill me. What else could I do but continue to put on my muggle born, good side, Harry Potter hating mask and continue to be hated by the wizarding society. He's much more powerful then me, he'd kill me for sure! I really don't hate muggle borns, or the good side, or Harry Potter. Especially not Harry, I like him, a lot. Fuck! Pansy is knocking at my door again, probably trying to get me to sleep with her again. Once again that is just wrong! I'll try and write again soon.


 Harry Potter closed the diary and began staring at it with his mouth hanging down. He had no idea that Draco did that to himself, or that he didn't hate the good side, or that Draco did that to himself, or that he didn't support Voldemort, or Draco did that to himself, or that he didn't like Pansy at all and thought that he, Harry was alright.

While Harry was still lost in thought he heard the portal open, he gasped and shoved the diary under his robes and closed his eyes attempting to fake that he was sleeping. All of a sudden he felt once again someone poking him in the shoulder. He turned around and saw those big glass like eyes that belonged to Dobby the house-elf.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and turned to talk to Dobby, "Don't scare me like that Dobby."

"Dobby is sorry for scaring Harry Potter, but Dobby was wondering if Harry Potter was done reading Draco Malfoy's diary so Dobby could take it back," said the pathetic looking house-elf.

"It's ok Dobby, and yeah I'm done with it so you can take it back. Here," said Harry and handed the diary back to Dobby. "Thanks for bringing it by."

"Dobby can bring you Draco Malfoy's diary more often if Harry Potter wants Dobby to."

Harry sat back down into his favorite chair and thought for a moment. True it was a complete violation of Malfoy's privacy, but on the other hand Harry wanted to continue to monitor Draco's little problem afraid that he might try something drastic. That and he wanted to find out just how much Draco 'liked him.' "Uh, yeah. If its not too much trouble for you Dobby."

"It is no problem at all for Dobby Harry Potter!" said the excited little house-elf. It seemed he was happy because he believed he had helped Harry Potter with his love life, as was the entire reason Dobby had given Harry the diary.

"Uh, Ok should I just wait for you tomorrow night then?" asked the seemingly excited Harry Potter.

"Yes, Dobby will be back again tomorrow night with Draco Malfoy's diary!" said the now ecstatic elf.

"Ok, well I had better go upstairs to bed," just realizing how late it truly was (4 o'clock in the morning to be exact) "Night Dobby" said Harry as he began climbing the stairs to his dormitory.

"Good night Harry Potter!" said the small elf and with a 'poof' he was gone.

Harry quietly opened the door to his dorm and slipped inside. He tiptoed past Dean, Seamus, Neville, and Ron's four-poster beds and slid under the covers of his own without bothering to even undress.

He took his glasses off and set them on his nightstand. He then turned to face the ceiling and began reflecting about what he had just read. All he wanted to find out was if Malfoy even liked him but not only had he found out he didn't hate Harry at all, but he also found out that Malfoy was, in a sense 'cutting' himself. He found out that Malfoy was abused as a child and was a tool to bring him, Harry, to Voldemort when Malfoy didn't even support Voldemort! He felt a stab of guilt upon remembering the line '...even in this diary I'm afraid to say even though this is for my eyes only.' Not only because he was reading something very personal and private to another human being, but he also wondered what it was Lucius Malfoy had done to his son that was so horrible. He sighed and pulled the covers up closer to him and closed his eyes. He would just have to continue monitoring Malfoy and remember to tell off anybody giving him a hard time in the hallways and at meals.

A/N Well the second chapter is finished! balloons and confetti come down from the ceiling as a victory dance is done around the computer I have only written one-shots so for me having a chapter two is a big deal! That and I finally finished said chapter. I know the ending kinda sucked but I have been having somewhat of a writer's block so it was the best I can do. Don't hurt me! . Grammatical errors? I'm only human! So Draco is performing the Cruciatous Curse on himself, yeah I know it is a common theme to have either Draco or Harry cutting themselves but I needed it and I gave it a little spin. I probably won't start working on the third chapter by Sunday and or Monday, so sorry! Whoops to much talking don't want to get in trouble! Time for thank yous! Seriously you two made my day with your reviews! hands out cookies Thanx!

tknp-gal4 Yes this story is a bit ridiculous but I am a bit of a ridiculous person! But I am glad you reviewed it anyway! Thanx so much for putting me on your fav.'s list it made me feel so special! That and you were the first person to review my story! Here's your update!

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To tknp-gal4 and squiddie03 thanx for reviewing! Feel free to review this chapter as well. To all the rest of you please review! If you don't I don't update for like ever! That and it hurts my feelings T-T