Draco opened the book carefully. As he was dealing with a witch's diary, he wasn't sure if the owner had bewitched it to scream or spit fire at anyone who opened other than the owner. However, he opened it and nothing happened.

Day 1: September 6, 2006

Dear Journal,

You will not believe what my parents did to me today. They decided that since Voldemort's Deatheaters are becoming stronger by the minute, that I should go to a Catholic School in the US. In Geneva. In Upstate New York. Do you know what this means? I have to go to Highschool. I mean, sure it will probably be a piece of cake. But I didn't tell you the worst part yet: It's a muggle school. Sure, I've faked muggle all my years at Hogwarts, but now I have to fake it again. One more year shouldn't be too bad...it's just...there's this guy.

I mean, he's great and all. He's nothing compared to Ron or Harry, and he kind of reminds me of Malfoy. (Malfoy's eyes widen as he read the words) His silver blonde hair that glistens in the sunlight. His silver-grey eyes that dance when he hears the words "Don't worry Dray. We won't sick Pansy on ya!" When in the world have I ever seen a muggle man's eyes dance whenever he hears the word "Pansy." Something wierd happened today, though...

It was Open House night at DeSales (my new highschool) and I was going to the Science Lab to meet the Bio, Chem, and Physics teacher. I was rounding the corner when I heard this low, calm voice saying "Give it all to me, my sweet. I love you so. All I ever wished would happen has now. Yes, Yesss, that's right, give it to me." The voice came from an empty Utility closet. Apparently, two unlucky students had decided to shag right there and then...Father Grasso was also rounding the opposite corner. Hearing the words, his eyes widened and he turned around, deciding to take a detour. I on the other hand, did not. I ventured forth, finding the boy with the platinum blonde hair and a pretty Spanish-looking girl doing nothing but the expected: Shagging. Well, everything but intercourse. Making a slight coughing sound, they stopped their snog/shag session to look at me. The boy closed his eyes and both disappeared. Apparantly, he was a wizard with his Apparition license. Silly me...He must be from Hogwarts, for his words were in a major British accent.

Well, I'll tell you more later, I guess. Gosh. And I thought Hogwarts was hard? Bio, Chem, Physics, Health, English Language, History, Math A (Scored high enough on my Entrance Exam, must be) and Latin all in one night of homework. How is that legal?

Love, Yours Truly, Hermione Elizabeth Granger.

Draco's stomach churned. I shouldn't be reading this. This is Hermione's. Yet...it's so interesting! Draco thought. She saw us. We're busted. Granger knows about my sex life. How wonderful! He continued to ponder the meaning of this. Would Hermione tell? Or would she not? Hopefully, Draco thought, the latter of the two will be the jackpot...

A/N: How was it? Omg, I hope that it's good. It's my first one.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the spanish looking girl's character. DeSales Highschool is an actual school, Father Grasso an actual person, and the characters are owned by JK Rowling. Thanks for reading. This story is for entertainment only and I am not earning any money off of it.