Chapter 3: The Diary

I looked out my window, unable to sleep any longer. The sun was shining brightly on the grounds, making the whole school seem more magical than it possibly could stand. Many people were outside enjoying the cool crisp morning air, I was stuck inside. Unable to stand the happy faces out my window, I went downstairs. Ginny was sitting on a chair reading a book and Harry and Ron sat sleepily on the couch.

I sat down in front of the fire, "What's with you two?" I asked Ron.

"Dean let off a load of dung bombs in our dormitory, couldn't get much sleep over the fumes." He yawned.

"It was an accident!" piped a weary voice. Dean and Seamus sat at a table looking very tired.

"Yeah, yeah. Just let it go." Seamus said.

I looked around; nobody seemed very interested in anything today. Books were scattered around tables; making the usual décor and everyone very glum. Except Ginny, who seemed very happy about something.

"Why are you so enjoyable?" Harry said, noticing Ginny's perceptive mood.

"Oh, no reason." She said. Her eyes connected with mine. She knew!

"Ginny, did you see something?" I asked horrorstricken.

She smiled, "Maybe."

"Did she see…No…There was no one around! But what if she did…" I drug her out of the common room, out onto the empty hallway.

"What did you see?" I pleaded.

"Just enough to see your new 'friend'." She laughed, "So, is he a good kisser? He must be! You were practically glued to his face!"

"Ginerva Weasley, don't you DARE tell a soul!" I threatened

"Oh, I won't. I promise."

I sighed a sigh of relief and headed for breakfast. My head was spinning with so many thoughts.

"Why is he like this? He can't really like me…He's Draco Malfoy! The worst conniving jerk there is in this school! Who does he think he is…?"

I wasn't paying any attention to were I was going and nearly knocked little Professor Flitwick on my way.

"Sorry Professor…" I said.

He walked away smiling, "Not a problem, not a problem at all!"

I entered the Great Hall. It was as magnificent as ever. The high ceiling reflecting the sky above, this was a light banana yellow at the moment, and the house tables were covered in tons of wonderful jams and drinks.

I grabbed a piece of toast and headed for the dungeons. I looked at my schedule, "Gryffindor…Double Potions with the Slytherin!"

"Damn them." I fumed. That was all I needed, more time around Draco.

As much as I loved our run-ins, I couldn't help but get a guilty sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. A feeling like I could never allow such a love to take me.

"Oye 'Mione, wait up!" Ron shouted. I stopped, trying to catch my breath. It seemed to have disappeared with my thoughts.

"Merlin, you need to stop running! This isn't a race." Harry said as they caught up to me.

"Actually it's more the opposite. See this is the dungeons." Ron pointed out the familiar stone walls, "Do you know whats down here?"

"Yes."

"Then why it the bloody hell do you want to get down here so quickly!" Harry laughed at this.

"Well, the look of hatred from Snape always gets me eager to come down here. Right 'Mione?"

I nodded, barely hearing anything that they said. We entered the class room, sitting down at our usual spots and unpacking our things.

"Today…We will be starting a project. Make what ever potion you wish, just as long as it's one we have already learned in class. Your partner's are on the Board." He tapped the black board with his wand. Instantly a list of all of our names appeared.

"Goyle and Potter; Brown and Weasley; Finnegan and Patel; Malfoy and Granger…"

I marched angrily over to Draco's desk and threw down my cauldron and bag. This was the worst morning ever.

"Hello mudblood." He said

"Shut it."

"Shut what?"

"Your mouth, you know…the one you can't seem to close."

"Really…Well you didn't seem to mind that yesterday." He said coolly.

"Malfoy, just stop okay?" I said.

"Fine."

"I think we should make the Confusing Concoction." I said changing the subject. "Its easy and it'll be done faster."

"Good, just as long as I get to use it on you."

I started crushing my beetle wings, "Very funny."

We sat in silence for the better part of the hour. Only the sounds of Neville's cauldron breaking and the random talking of groups were heard.

"Mr. Longbottom, tell me please how many times you have ruined your experiment this year." Snape said angrily.

Neville blushed crimson, "Um… --"

"52. Fifty two times you have disrupted the class. Now please pack up your things, you receive a zero for today."

"Well Granger. It seems like we're done." Malfoy yawned flasking some of the brew.

I corked my flask, "Finally…"

We took our potion up to the front of the class and gave it to Snape. He took them and told us we could go. I went and packed up my things, so did Draco.

"Well…I'll talk to you later mudblood." He said as we left our separate ways.

"Uh…sure."

I left for the common room. Seeing as I had a free afternoon, I wanted to get some of my transfiguration out of the way.

I looked at the question, "The Bubble-Head spell…What does it do and why is it affective for wizards today?"

"Okay…not going to tackle that at the moment." I thought to myself. I placed my Transfiguration Book back in my bag and felt something that was not there before. I picked it up.

It was a book, a shabby one at that. The cover was a dark green with gold writing and symbols on it.

I read the cover, "To all those who open this book, let you be pure or full of thought."

It was a diary! It looked very old. I looked around making sure no one was in the common room, and I opened it. There was a letter written on the first page.

Dear Son,

Here is a diary I found in some of your mother's things. It's very old, but a piece of junk. Thought you might like it.

Lucius Malfoy

"How charming, very loving that man." I grinned.

Should I take a look? It's not mine!

Sure…Go ahead! What bad could it do?

Why do I listen to you! You're not even reasonable! I shouted at my conscience.

"Ah well, better not." I said thinking of the trouble a small diary had gotten Ginny into. I placed the diary back in my bag and headed down to the grounds.

It was a wonderful day, "Better enjoy it!" I thought as I sat against my favorite tree. It was then that I fell asleep, thinking about all the essays I was going to have that week.

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