Let's see... If I really owned these characters, would I be writing on this non-paying wesite? For those who don't get rhetorical questions: No, I do not own them.

Chapter 3, Monday

Monday, 7.22 am

I stayed up quite long and thought about everything. There's nothing wrong with Zabini dating Malfoy. I will be acting as if I saw nothing in the library yesterday. I will forget about him and his blue shirt. I will ignore these feelings storming inside of me every time I imagine him in my mind. I will ignore the urge to kill Zabini. From this moment on, everything will be exactly as it was last Friday.

Monday, 11.32 am

Doing good. Didn't see him on breakfast. Might be because I had to focus on staring at the plate once I had seen Zabini. After that I had Divination. No Malfoys there. Feeling better already. What concerns me is the Potions class after lunch. But I will survive it.

Monday, 4.56 pm

Damn the whole Slytherin house! Damn you Zabini! And most of all, DAMN YOU, DRACO MALFOY! You can all burn in hell as far as I'm concerned! Never am I ever going on another Potion's class again.

Monday, 5.15 pm

Took a shower, feel a bit better now. Here's what made me so angry earlier. When I entered the Potion's class together with Ron and Mione, Malfoy was already there. Sitting with Grabbe, Goyle and ZABINI, of course. We walked to the table at the back of the class. I didn't lift my eyes from the floor for a second. The class started, and everything was going fine. Until Mione suddenly pushed me with her elbow. "Harry? Did you notice Malfoy's staring at you?" she said. I lifted my eyes and glanced at him, then quickly returned my eyes to my book. "Yes", I replied to her. Malfoy's look was so deep and thoughtful that it had revoked all my earlier decisions and efforts. What's wrong with that guy!
We started making the polyjuice-potion. I was picking up some of the ingredients when a voice next to my ear whispered "Looking for these?" I jumped up so quickly I hit my forehead on a shelf. All the Slytherins started laughing wildly and Zabini yelled "What's that, Potter? Not hearing voices again, are you?" as I held my head between my hands. The Slytherins burst out laughing.
Zabini was about to tell another lame joke about my condition when a voice said: "Leave it, Blaise." That silenced the whole Slytherin crew. I looked up and saw Malfoy standing next to me. He offered me a hand, but I ignored it and stood up on my own. He sighed and handed me a disgusting looking little bottle. "Here", he said. I looked at it for a while, and spit out "I would rather eat that and enjoy it than accept something you offer me during Potion class, Malfoy". He glared at me and tossed the bottle on a shelf. Then he turned his back on me and walked back to his seat.
I hate Potions.

Monday, 8.33 pm

Oh shit, I'm in deep now.

Monday, 10.26 pm

I was wandering the schoolyard around 6 pm, when I bumped into Malfoy. I was about to ignore him, but he kept stepping on my way until I stopped and stared him in the eye. He's eyes were examining and thoughtful. He stared at me a while, until he finally opened his mouth.
"You've been acting all weird on me today, Potter", he said. I turned my eyes away and stared at the forest. He stayed quiet for a while. I started getting all nervous with his grey, observing eyes staring at me perfectly still.
"Harry", he then said, with a deep, low voice. I felt my body shaking. I felt like I had never heard anything so beautiful, and all he had said was my name.
We stood there staring at each other for a long while, and the air between us felt electrified. Suddenly a scream broke the air. We both turned our heads quickly towards the voice, as if the spell had been broken. Ron was running towards us yelling and screaming. Malfoy quickly turned back to me and pulled me closer. Really, really close. "Potter," he whispered and then looked a bit hesitating. Ron got closer all the time, and Malfoy glanced at him. Then he looked at me again. Deep into my eyes. My whole body was shivering.
"I find you very attractive", he whispered quickly. Then he stepped away from me, turned around and half walked half ran towards the castle Ron rushed to me and asked if I was okay and if Malfoy had hurt me or something. I told him I was okay and just needed to rest, and we came back here, to our dormitory. Have spent 4 hours now just lying here and staring at the ceiling. My mind is totally empty and full at the same time. What am I supposed to do?

Bah, this isn't getting any better. Anyway, review and I'll possibly continue. It's not like I had something better to do.