Hi all, I was getting a few comments on why Draco didn't get punished for what he did to Hermione. To be honest I just figured that since it didn't happen while they were in school Dumbledore couldn't really punish him. But then again it is a very serious crime,so I am adding a few things, re-read if you like!

Diary of Harry Potter

This is my first time having a chance to write in this book in almost two weeks, much has happened, and I am not even sure where to begin, but I want to write it so that I won't forget and because I really have no one to tell. I wonder what it would be like to have someone I could share every part of my life with, someone who would willingly listen without fear or predjudice and with intrest.

Reading back to my last entry I wrote that someone was coming, and indeed someone was. I could sense their aura before they even walked through the door. I was in the corner in the back, hidden behind several wooden posts so they didn't see me at first but I didn't need to see her to know who it was.

Finally she spotted me and moved slowly closer, stopping three feet away.

"Hello Harry." Hermione said , she wouldn't look at me, kept her head down. Despite this I could see that the scar on her cheek had almost totally healed and that the dark circles under her eyes that I had seen on the train that morning were absent from her features.

"Hi." I said after a long moment, watching her closely. I wondered what she was doing there, looking for me? I don't know, but I thought so, and I questioned my self as to why, but then I remembered that she too must have read the prophecy. I felt a spark of hope that perhaps she had forgiven me.

"…I'm…I'm not going to be able to… say 'I'm sorry' ," she started, "But…I know now that..that this wasn't your fault…you didn't… choose this life…I…" she coughed, and I saw that she was crying bitter seemingly painful tears.

I stood from my seat on the window sil but didn't move any closer to her, though my initial reaction was actually to go to her and attempt to comfort her, like I would have a year ago, but times are different now.

"Dumbledore told me...that he wouldn't let you look for me…that you couldn't go to the hospital either, but that you wanted to." At this she looked up at me, and I felt my face go pale at the expression in her brown eyes. A questioning and scared emotion that made me feel as though I were slowly shrinking. "Is it true? Did you want to come? Or…or didn't you…and...Harry I know you…probably better than anyone else here…you …could have found a way …you…you could have helped me." She said with a sob, anguish written over her features and she lost her self to her tears.

"Hermione…I...I did want to search for you…more than anything, but Dumbeldore told me that if I did it would just be giving them what they wanted…I…I didn't have a choice, same as at the hospital…but you are right...I should have found a way...I shouldn't have listened to him…I—"

"No…" she said lifting her head, and appearing to have composed herself a bit , she shook her head, "He's right…the fate of the wizarding world rests on your shoulders….who am I to put my life before everyone elses?" she said in a very small voice. "I…I want to be friends…again…" she said, now not looking at me but out the window.

I blinked a few times, almost not believing my ears. As though it couldn't be possible for her to want to be friends with me still, after what my enemies had put her through, and after I had failed to protect her. I stared at her in disbelief.

"W.…why?" I asked in a stunned voice, at this she laughed, surprising me enough to take a step closer to her. She turned and looked at me and I stopped.

"You don't get to ask why, you either accept it or you don't." she said in a very monotone voice. And I felt my brows furrow with confusion.

"What about Ron?"

"I'm afraid it may take him a little while longer, but I have been trying to convince him to talk to you."

"Really?" I was still in shock. It wasn't until she walked to me and stood not two feet from me and looked up into my eyes that I began to believe she was really there and it wasn't all just a dream or cruel nightmare.

"Things can't go back to the way they use to be…but… I am going to try." She smiled then a sad sweet smile and I noticed that it did not reach her eyes or warm their hollowed color regardless I returned her smile.

We went down the stairs together, she began telling me about her classes and how she had been writing a letter a day to the Ministry of Magic to let her create a real S.P.E.W . She even told me how she and Ron had actually admitted their feelings for one another and were basically a couple , but she didn't want anyone to really know about it yet. Though she was talkative, there was still something in the way she talked and the loss of warmth of her eyes that gave me a strange sense of foreboding.

We headed down the hall of the fifth floor, there were a few students here and there, and as we rounded a corner we saw Ron leaving a class room. He stopped in his tacks and I saw the utter surprise written over his features at seeing Hermione standing next to me, and I gathered that she hadn't told him that she was coming to speak with me. We walked to him gradually stopping a few feet away. From the moment he had spotted us his aura had changed from very calm to angry and confused in a matter of moments. I kept my eyes from his trying to show the complete shame and sorrow that I felt. I could feel him staring at me, as though trying to burn a hole into my head. I looked up and his eyes met mine but neither of us said a word for a long moment.

Hermione opened her mouth to speak but just then Pansy Parkinson along with two other Slytherin girls , who's names I didn't remember, along with Draco Malfoy's two brutes Crabbe and Goyle all came around the corner and spotted us.

They all froze and then a huge evil grin spread over Pansy's features and she motioned her head towards us.

"Oh lookie…has the boy wonder made nice with his friends again?" she asked in a sneering voice.

Before I could say anything I heard a familiar voice behind me and Hermione and for some reason I felt a tremor of fear and anticipation as the voice of my nemesis met my ears. I reached for Hermione's arm to make an attempt at escape from the crowd of people but as I did so Ron moved quickly in-between us glaring heatedly at me.

"Come on, get out of the way!" Malfoy said pushing a second or third year group of boys out of his way, then stopping in the hall way as he saw the two groups , Slytherin and Gryffindor , standing opposite one another. For a fleeting moment it looked as though he wanted to turn around and run the other way and I saw his colors shift from irritated to frightened before he pulled his aura into himself. In doing so I was slightly surprised that he had been trained to do so, but then again he was a Slytherin and his father was a Death Eater.

My mind wondered why he wouldn't just join in with his peers and begin insulting us as usual. Neither Ron or Hermione had moved or said a word, and I noticed for the first time that a few students had stopped to watch what they assumed would be a good fight between the rival houses.

"Ooh..Draco…!" Pansy said in a sing song voice, and I turned my attention back to her. "Lose something?" she asked pulling a small black book out of the folds of her robes.

Everyone was staring at them, looking back and forth between the two.

I didn't have to look at Draco to pick up on the surprise and fear that that small black book created.

"Where did you…? You little…give me that back…accio! " he called out, but she only laughed, for the book did not fly from her hand.

"You know Draco…I really hope you didn't catch anything from that mud blood when you fucked her."

I hear something fall beside me, but didn't notice what it was, I was focused totally on Draco, who was suddenly staring directly at me. Liquid silver eyes meeting mine and with out a second thought my mind purged his with tone occulmancy skills searching , not caring how brutal the mental attack was or that he cringed and cried out in slight pain, after a fleeting moment I found the truth.

I don't remember moving, but I found my hands around his neck and had him pinned against the wall. I gripped his throat with all my strength, no longer caring about anything but causing him to suffer as much as my friend had suffered. I wasn't aware of the fact that no one could get more than ten feet close to us as I drained the life from Draco Malfoy. My vision was red, and someone was screaming from far away, my head was numb. My anger was over powering, I had lost control before I even reached for it. My thoughts were lost to me, and my will as well. All I wanted in that moment was to kill him.

And as my mind forcefully searched his unguarded one, I heard something I didn't expect.

"Yes …kill me , Harry…kill me for what I have done…and for what I could do…kill me…please…"

I could hear his very thoughts right that moment, and I didn't know if he was projecting them to me or not, but I realized then that his hands were not trying to pry mine from his throat and that he had no magical or mental blocks up against my out burst of powers. In that moment I saw that he truly did want to die, and was pleased that I would be the one killing him.

This was my last thought before I blacked out.

Dumbledore later told me that I had completely lost hold on everything inside me, much like when I first heard that Hermione had gone missing only this time there was no bringing me back. My powers went rogue and no one could get near me. I had created a force field around Malfoy and I unconsciously both magical and mental. The only thing that had prevented me from killing him was that I had quickly used up my strength and then for some unknown reason blacked out. The something falling beside me had actually been Hermione , she had fainted at hearing who her rapist was and Ron had been too stunned to catch her before she fell to the ground.

I nearly killed Draco, he had been lucky that I hadn't eaten or slept in several days, or else I would have. He stayed in the hospital for several days, Hermione was suppose to go but Ron refused to have her anywhere near Malfoy and she was taken to the Gryffindor common room. After he was well enough Dumbledore called him to his office and requested he take a dose of Truth Potion that Professor Snape had made to get the full details of what had happened.

I stood in the shadows, Dumbledore nearly refused to let me watch but after several heated words I was granted a shadowy spot. From there I heard the tale the Slytherin had to tell. I was angry once again, but this time the shock had warn off and I was able to contain myself as a very placid Draco Malfoy told us how he raped my friend. I was sickened, angered, and absolutly exhausted. I'd had enough of this...he had to be lieing, he said he didn't want to do it...he had to be a part of it...he should have just let them kill him!

Dumbledore had apparently heard enough, despite the truth potion Draco was unable to tell us anything about the whereabouts of Voldemort. The headmaster told him he could go.

"What?" I yelled, moving away from the wall for the first time and looked at Dumbledore with a shocked expression, "That's it? What about what he did? He can't just get away with it!"

Snape and Malfoy both turned and looked at me, Snape looked as though he were about to speak but Malfoy I totaly ignored. But before the potions master could say anything in the attempt of defencing his favorate student Dumbledore raisd his hands and shook his head.

"There is nothing that I can do as his Headmaster, Harry, what occured did not happen at Hogwarts and that is my only jurisdiction." he said camly.

"But you have an obligation , he has to be punished for this? What is it not a crime to rape someone in this world?" I couldn't bellieve what I was hearing, did no one see what he had done?

"Potter, think about it, if you can through the thick veil of adolesence, if he goes to court or the Ministry of Magic for what he did you know he will not be there for long." Snape said in a cold tone, glaring at me.

My fists clinched at my sides I could not let this go unpunished.

"He's right." Malfoy said in a dull monotone voice, ewe all turned to look at him. His eyes were glassy almost as though he were in a trance until he looked up at me. His eyes met mine and i felt a small jolt in the pit of my stomach and my pulse quickened, I figured it was my unrequited rage against him that had caused it. "He is right, if I go to jail my father will just have me out in a few days, it would just draw attention to the fact that you are all up to something."

I blinked at him in mild surprise and then looked ack at Dumbledore who was nodding slightly, I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept it. I ust have been lost in my thoughts becauseI didn't rememer hearing Dumbledore excusing Malfoy again, but when I realized he was gone I quickly left and followed him.

Though I loathed him now more than ever, something still troubled me. Why did he want to die? Why did he not fight me when I had every ability and desire to kill him.

When he reached his dorm I stopped him.

"Malfoy! " I yelled stepping out of the shadows and into the dimly lit center of the hall. He froze then slowly turned to face me, not looking up but towards the ground which irritated me. I pulled my wand from the pocket of my robes and pointed it at him.

"Look at me! Look at me! " I yelled, and he did. Every inch of me was longing to curse him right there, to avenge my friend. The sadness in the depths of his silver orbs only served to irritate me more as they met my own eyes.

"Why did you do it." I asked between gritted teeth, lowering my voice a bit. He didn't say anything for a long time, just stood there watching me as though curious, I felt a chill run down my spine at the way he looked at me but I revealed nothing.

"Because I had to." Came his soft calm response.

"No ! No your didn't! You could have let them kill you! You didn't have to-"

"Do you really think that they would have just let her go?" He asked, his anger seeming to rise a bit along with his voice, "You think you know them but you don't. This was all planned, Potter! Don't you see that the whole point was for her to be raped by the Slytherin you're enemies with so then she would hate you, and you'd be all alone. Can't you see that they planned this entire thing out? If I wouldn't have done it they would have just killed her… to try and create the same effect…all they wanted to do was hurt you. Bring you down in morality to keep you from getting stronger. " he said, something in his eyes flickered and he swallowed as if he feared he had said too much.

I opened my mouth to speak but his words struck me and I froze in return, breaking the eye contact and looking down suddenly lost in thought. He turned around to go into his dorm. I didn't move to stop him.

"Why..." I started in such a low voice I feared he didn't hear me, but I knew he could because he stopped. I didn't even know why I was bothering to ask, expecting just the normal cold sneer and negative response from the slytherin. "Why...when I was trying to kill you...why did you want me to."

At this I was startled at the change in his aura, at first when I had stopped him it was normal then apprehensive, then mildly angry, but now it shifted and faded. He was sad, so deeply anguished that it felt as though his soul were dying. He turned his lost silver eyes to me and the sadness I had sensed there had intensified.

"Who would want to live my life?" he asked in a slow whisper and then he left for his dorm, giving me much to think about. One major thing being that perhaps there was more to Draco Malfoy than I had suspected, or maybe it was all an act. Either way I knew, and know now that I have to keep a better eye on him.