Disclaimer- I don't own anything about this story other than the plot.

It's really short, sorry about that but I'm in a hurry. Just didn't want to totally forget about this story.

Draco paced in his dormitory. What was she going to think of him now? He mentally kicked himself again for drawing the letters. He'd been thinking of when he'd been talking to his mother about the very situation, the whole time thinking 'HELP ME! I don't know how to deal with this.' He'd tried to talk to her but she kept going on about how he had to find a good girl to settle down with, forgetting his fathers plans had totally different tracks on it. He was snapped back to reality when his eyes rested on the bound book on his bed, her diary.

'Dear Diary, Today Draco pulled me into an empty classroom, I didn't know what to do but that doesn't matter right now. I'm worried about him, surprise surprise! I think he's in trouble, he was writing Help in the dust on the table he was sitting at. I asked him about it but he just stormed out and refused to answer, what should I do?'

She didn't sign her name, she must have been in a hurry he thought as he picked up a quill and began to answer her question.

'You should ask him about it and then declare your love for him, then shag him senseless.' he wrote, a smile forming on his lips.

It vanished when the words disappeared then re-appeared.
Hermione was sitting near a window in the common room when she glanced down at the diary laying on her lap, looking for an answer. To her surprise there was a new line.

"Ask him about it and then...." she read aloud, her face paled at the rest of the sentence.
Something was very wrong here, she just didn't know what.
Draco sat at his desk staring at the open diary in front of him.

"It didn't happen. It only works on her side." he chanted to himself, squeezing his eyes shut for a minute then opening them to find her writing sprawling over the page again.

'Who are you? Is this like Tom Riddles diary?' she asked, her words rushing together as if she was talking.

Draco nervously glanced around the room then answered the question.

'I'm a part of your mind you've shut off long ago.' he wrote back, instantly feeling like a fool.
That sounded so.....not right to him.

'No you're not. It would have showed earlier.' she wrote back promptly.

'Yes I am! Don't argue with me.' he wrote back, forgetting that she was used to the way he spoke.

'Draco?' a single word written made him pale.

He closed the book and threw it in a drawer. This was turning out to the be worst Christmas he'd ever had, including the one spent in the dungeons for asking for a muggle toy. He shuddered and got up, shaking himself out of it. It would be fine. She didn't know, she was just throwing out names.
Hermione sat in her chair, looking horrified. She was sure that Draco had done something to her diary when she picked it up from the table that day. He looked too innocent.

"Hermione? Are you okay, you look kind of pale." Ron said from his seat next to her.

"What? Oh yes, I'm fine." she said standing up and running to her dormitory.

"Oh yeah, she's fine." Ron said rolling his eyes at the retreating girl.

"What's wrong with Hermione?" Harry asked, looking up from his Astronomy paper.

"Don't know, you know her." Ron said looking into the fire. "Have you come up with a plan to help her out of this situation?" he asked yawning.

"No, I don't think she want's out of it so I'm just going to accept it, for now at least." Harry answered lowering his head again.
Hermione threw herself onto her bed and cried. She was totally confused. Did some one copy her diary? Was it Draco? Questions raced through her mind faster than she could comprehend them.

"You're over reacting." she told herself firmly.

She couldn't help but open the book again to see if the mystery writer had written again.

'Sweet Dreams Sweet Hermione.' was all that was written back.

"Why me?" she yelled, throwing the book across the room and closing her eyes.

She went to sleep with questions rolling through her head.