16th February 1996, 7.10 pm
I really messed up this time. I spend the whole weekend avoiding her and just when I think it's safe to leave the confines of my common there she is. That is the last time I go to library to look up potions ingredients. On the way back down I saw her at the bottom of the stairs. Her chestnut mane was burning in the light, and when she turned to face me she was radiant as ever. She had this frantic air about her and yet remained entirely calm. I wonder if she had even batted an eyelid about that night she broke down in tears. Looking at her fair skinned face I could have told her every thing. It was I who sent her the Valentines Day card. It was I who pined after her for all these years. And I came so close. So close to revealing the truth. But in the end I couldn't. The look in her hazel eyes send my stomach in a whirl and any chance of ever being with her slipped through my fingers like grains of sand.
Draco
Malfoy closed his diary and replaced it in the bedside cabinet before charming the drawer it resided in. The round room in which Draco sat was deserted. Not many people liked to hang around with him. Not after his father had been named as a death eater. It did get lonely sometimes, Malfoy had to admit, but he had grown immune to the solitude. But on nights like this, when his heart had been ripped in two and his mind stewing over, he needed someone to talk to. And no one is there for him.
Another short chapterI know. Next one will be longerI promise. I think Ron needs to have his say about all of this. Any way, review!