Disclaimer – Do I still have to do this *rolls eyes*? Oh, well, here we go: I don't own any of these characters – they are all the brilliant creations of J. K. Rowling.

A/N – Oh my, don't you just hate writers block! I have no idea where this chapter is going. I wanted to do something from Harry's POV, but it's just not happening tonight. I'm posting this in the hope that it will start writing itself again, because I'm finding all the little filler-inner-bits really hard. You just don't think about all the details when you're at work daydreaming the day away...

And I know it's been ages, I've been busy busy and on holiday too (skiing in Italy – yum!), but that's all no excuse, and I apologise deeply to my lovely reviewers. I hope this will keep you at bay, at least until I can get back on track.

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Lamia – Chapter 3

Draco POV

Where is it? It has to be here! It has to be!  thought Draco.

It was lunchtime, and finding an empty classroom, Draco felt the need to confide the morning's events, the successful skin contact in his only source of comfort, the only thing that knew his secrets and wouldn't judge him; his journal.

Draco thrust his hand into his satchel to be greeted by bits of homework, potions books, a jar containing sweets the colour of blood, a bottle of ink and the sharp end of his quill. "Ouch!" said Draco, breathing in sharply as the quill caught the tip of his finger. Pulling his hand out of his bag, Draco looked at the blood on his finger. Dark red, not good Draco thought, frowning at his index finger before putting it to his mouth.

Diving into the bag with his free hand, Draco began pulling out his books one by one.

Two minutes later, he sat with the entire contents of his bag on the desk in front of him. He felt the panic slowly rising and tried to breath deeply to calm himself. It was no use getting worked up, especially with his blood this dark, but he couldn't help it. The more Draco thought of his book, his journal, lost somewhere, the more unsettled he felt. It was like he'd left a piece of himself somewhere, it wasn't right that it wasn't with him. His heart was thudding heavily in his chest. What if someone else has it? What if they've found it? Worse still, what if they've read it? Draco began to feel light headed, like he wasn't getting enough air.

Uncorking the jar with the blood red sweets in it, Draco fished one out and popped it into his mouth. After the sweet had dissolved, Draco felt much calmer and focused. Running through the day in his head, he realised the last time he'd seen his book was in the corridor as he'd waited for his prey to 'accidentally' bump into him. Feeling his heart plummet to his stomach, Draco realised what must have happened. Harry must have picked up the journal.  

Draco began to feel sick. If he hadn't have already been sitting, he would have crumpled to the floor, his legs were like jelly and his hands were shaking slightly as they pushed his hair back from his forehead. How could I have been so stupid, thought Draco.  If Harry's been able to get through the locking charm, open that book and read even just a tiny bit, I'm screwed. Twisting in his seat, Draco threw up on the floor.

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A/N – Please review! I'm losing heart...need some encouragement, criticisms, praise, insults, anything!