Disclaimer: The last time I looked in the mirror, I wasn't JK Rowling. I was a girl with long, black hair. So I don't own Harry Potter.

A/N: I owe you all an apology for not updating, man. -bows down- I'm sorry, okie? Been busy with lotsa stuff like schoolwork and Red Cross Youth stuff. Aight. On with the story.

Extract from Draco's Diary:

WEASLEY DIDN"T FIND OUT.

Thank Merlin for the existence of Neville Longbottom! Or I would've died answering that blasted question. I mean, honestly, imagine me saying "Umm... Because I like you"? Utter rubbish!

As I was saying, when she asked me that golden question, I think I grew even paler (if that was even possible. I mean, I remember I never had any colour in me. I think I look dashing with my paleness. But too pale makes me horrible.). But (THANK MERLIN, AGAIN) the wonderful Neville went whispering "Draco! You had me wondering where you were!".

At that wondrous moment, I instantly got off the couch and didn't even look back. I am so lucky. I've been very lucky, this year, haven't I? I survived escaping... Mother is fine (I received an owl from her last night. The Aurors from the Order, she said, were everywhere around her, driving her insane. Thank goodness I insisted Tonks and Bill not to follow me around.)... and Weasley didn't find out.

Maybe I should call her Ginny. I feel like throwing up when I call her Weasley because I remember her brother (1 year older) and he makes me sick. Besides, however ugly it looks like when written, her name sounds nice when spoken. I bet her real name is Ginevra. Suits a pureblood like her. I should find out. The name I mean.

Neville insists I should go to sleep. The fool doesn't understand English. I TOLD him I couldn't sleep but he still insists I do.

Maybe I can't sleep because I'm sleeping in the damned Potter's bed. It's disgusting sleeping in his remains.

Neville is still insisting. I might as well stop writing. He's starting to annoy me.

D. Malfoy.

Draco chopped up the daisy roots as evenly as he could in silence. He was already coping extremely well with all his classes, and with Hermione and Harry not around, he easily topped all the classes. Especially Potions. Slughorn had taken a liking for him ever since the start of the term... McGonagall must've told the teachers about his escape.

"Wonderful, Draco... Wonderful, my boy. Easy, does it, cutting up those roots... You want someone else to cut it for you?"

"No, thank you, sir. I think I can do this myself..." said Draco to Slughorn, as he started to put in his ingredients in order.

He smirked to himself. A year ago, the Potions master would've not paid him any attention. A year ago, he would've scowled everytimethe latterfavoured Potter, not him. This year was his year.

"Alright everyone... Time's up... Let's see whose potion has the closest resemblance to mine..."

There was complete silence, except for the thudding of the Potions master's footsteps, stopping, then walking again.

"Ahhhh. The obvious winner! Draco Malfoy! Now, boy, come to see me after class and I'll give you a teensy bottle of Felix here..."

"Draco!" panted an obviously tired Neville. "I rushed from the common room... They should've used the Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff dormitories.. It's not so high up, at least..."

The pale boy grinned.

"Wow. You just grinned. YOU JUST GRINNED! WOW, DRACO!" Draco could hear him jump up and down excitedly.

"Okay, relax! Everyone from the Gryffindor Tower must've heard you."

"But you smiled for the first time. Wow. What's the occasion?"

Draco held out a small bottle the same size as his thumb. "Felix Felicis. It makes you lucky."

Neville must have took it from his hand because he was no longer holding it and Neville was already starting to talk in admiration about the potion.

"Wow! My grandfather used to show me one of these... He was an expert in potion-making..." Neville whispered in awe.

The Slytherin boy frowned at the fourth time the Gryffindor said 'wow' then burst into uncontrollable laughter, dropping the books he held in his arms to clutch at his stomach. He started to bang his fists against the nearest wall when Neville said,

"What's so funny? Anyway.. I think Slughorn must've given you Amortentia by mistake.. The bottle's opaque so I couldn't see through and so I opened it and immediately, I knew it was Amortentia..."

At this, Draco halted. "What?"

"Come, and smell it."

Draco rushed to Neville's side. The latter held up the potion by the former's nose.

Broomstick handle... Sweets sent by mother... Flowery scent? I must've smelt that somewhere in the common room... thought Draco.

"Yeah... Definitely Amortentia... Hey, follow me meet Slughorn to claim my real prize..." he said vaguely before setting off to the dungeons again, his mind still figuring out the flowery scent.

Extract from Ginny's diary:

Right. I didn't write last night... Was too caught up thinking about Malfoy and Harry again... He makes me so confused... I don't know why. Malfoy, I mean.

Today, during lunch, he paused when I walked by him and I caught him saying "That was the flowery scent..." to himself when he turned to face me for a second. What on earth...? He's so mysterious nowadays. Well, I guess better mysterious than unbearable. Or maybe the Bat Bogey Hex I did on him made him think twice.

The idiot avoided my question! Twice! I asked him again after lunch. He rushed off, muttering something about going to the library. Whatever. Maybe he'll come down again tonight. I'm in the common room now... As always. I can't sleep nowadays, worrying to death about Harry and my brother. I can't believe he let Ron come along! I hope Ron's OK... He's an annoyingly overprotective brother, but I still love him... Charlie's already gone missing... I don't want anything to happen to Ron.

I don't want to think about them so much... It makes me want to cry. I'm worried sick about them.

We had Charms and Care of Magical Creatures today. Maybe I should go for a career which takes care of magical creatures. Sort of like Charlie. OK, I shouldn't talk about Charlie.

Hagrid wasn't around. Maybe doing something for the Order again... I hope he's OK.

I'm so sick of sitting pretty in Hogwarts, while everyone is fighting against Voldemort! All I can do is worry about them, and that's not helping! That's not helping at all! McGonagall must've noticed my restlessness... She made me see her. I told her I was fine...

Maybe if Harry writes to me once in a while, I'd feel at least 1 better. But, NO, the idiot hasn't written at all. He must've forgotten about me. I know I'm being selfish... But at least, send some sign that he's OK. He had to keep me in total darkness. And he was the one complaining about being kept in the dark last time. Now, what about me?

I don't think Malfoy is coming. Hey, maybe I should call him Draco. No matter what Ron thinks, I think Draco's a nice name. I'm sure it must mean dragon or something. I like dragons. Yeah, I should call him that. Besides, we have to stay united as the Sorting Hat said.

I should get at least 5 hours of sleep now... Bye!

Ginevra.

I think it was rather short... But sorry, I'm ill right now... On medication. Yup. Fever (a little), nausea, cold, cough, dizziness... I hate being sick! -sniff-

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