Chapter 20

WRONG!

About absolutely everything went wrong that could have gone wrong. I thought that I had everything planned out perfectly.

After I'd read the articles, Malfoy and I had to teach a group of fourth years. I still gave Malfoy the cold shoulder and he acted indifferent. When we were done, I got out of there as soon as possible. I went to my room, but kept the portrait not entirely closed, so I could still peak from it. Malfoy came a minute or so later and I strained my ear to hear what his password was. I heard it. It was 'enchantment'. I closed the portrait and sat on my couch for some brooding. I remembered...that back in school, Malfoy always met up with Professor Snape on a Friday evening. If he still did that...it would mean that the perfect opportunity for sneaking into his room would present itself this very same night. So...I'd wait and see if he left and if he did, I'd sneak in, snoop around a bit and be back in my room.

Perfect, full-proof plan...no?

As it turned out, the perfect opportunity was indeed that evening. I was standing in the shadow as I saw him leaving at exact 7:55 PM. After about a minute (when I was absolutely sure that he left) I stepped out of the shadows and whispered his password. The portrait swung open and I stepped in. The room was decorated in green and silver.

Typical I thought.

It more expensively furnished then mine, but I wasn't surprised at that.

The little spoiled brat

I tried to ignore the fact that his room was nicer then mine and focused on finding...some information or something. After all...I wasn't too sure on when Malfoy'd be back. I walked over to his bookcase that was (as I noticed) full with books about potions and stuff from Herbology. Not surprising...Herbology supplies the ingredients for Potions. I opened a drawer and found some notes on different potions. Another drawer contained Potions ingredients. I concluded that this was his 'Potions-closet'.

I looked around the room and my eyes fell upon the bedroom. Personnel stuff is mostly kept in the bedroom...I think...more like hope. I walked in it, hoping not to find any boxers spread around the room (with six brothers...I knew that a boys room could be very...messy...and that's a way of saying it nicely) It was not as I expected though. It was very clean and everything was in order. I went straight to the night dresser. (I'm sorry people! I have no idea how you English people say it! Pedestal cupboard? Night dresser? Anyways...I mean those little closets right next to someone's bed...aight?)

When my hand touched it, I received an electrical shock. I hissed in pain. I grabbed my wand and tried to disarm all the curses, hexes, defence mechanisms and all that stuff. When I finally thought that I'd cracked every single one of them, the sweat was on my forehead. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Malfoy is one hell of a paranoid person with all these difficult charms to protect whatever is inside this closet-thingy. Must be something important. I finally opened it and there was a brown leather book. I picked it up and looked at it. It was some sort of diary. It was already looking a bit torn here and there.

I opened it and leaved through. I finally settled on a page halfway in the book.

Those fools! I can't believe that they've found me not guilty of the murder of those twelve brats...or was it thirteen little whiners? Who cares... Though I'm not about to argue with that ignorant Fudge. Now...here I am...on the way to Hogwarts, going to work under that senile idiot that calls himself Dumbledore. It's not like I have a choice. I have to do this little 'mission' so that I can show my 'trustworthiness'. I have to get closer to that Weaslette. This isn't fair! I'm a Malfoy! I should not have to associate with such filth. I do what I must though, the consequences that come with refusing are not much better.

"What are you doing here?" A cold voice came from behind me.

I closed the book with a bang and turned around.

Draco Malfoy stood before me with the most scary, furious eyes. He gave me no time to answer and grabbed me by the shoulders and swung me against the wall. His grip on my shoulders was very painful as he glared at me.

"What have you read exactly!" He said with a low, dangerous voice.

I swallowed and felt a lump in my throat. I racked my brain for a plausible answer, but somehow I think that saying that I didn't know it was his bedroom or his diary until he arrived, won't go over well.

"Eh...I...Get your hands of me!" I snarled at him, struggling for him to release his grip on my shoulders. Instead, he only squeezed harder.

"WHAT HAVE YOU READ!" He roared at me and adrenaline was shooting through my body. With a strength that I never knew I had, I pushed him away.

"I've read enough! You have NO remorse about murdering those children! And that you're on some mission to get closer to me, just to show your 'trustworthiness' to Voldemort! It takes no genius to figure that out!"

Malfoy recovered quickly.

"No...only a fool! Get out!"

I narrowed my eyes. "I'd watch out if I were you Malfoy, I could go to Dumbledore an tell him everything. I'll get you a one-way-ticket to Azkaban"

He narrowed his eyes back at me. "With what proof? It's still your word against mine"

The minute he said that, I glanced back to his Diary that lay forgotten on the ground. He noticed too. At the same time, we both held out our wands and yelled: "Accio"

He was faster then me. The diary flew to his hand. He threw a smirk at me and waved his wand.

Everything went black.

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A/N: I know it's short...more will be along a.s.a.p. !