A/N: Hello. Here is a new chapter. I hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you want me to keep writing on this story keep the reviews coming. I'd like to know what you think!
I Write For Me
"Oh shit!" Draco screeched, flying out of his seat sending cards all over the floor. He started searching his robes furiously.
"What the bloody hell has gotten into you?" Harry asked standing up with him. Draco pulled out a wand, a pack of wizard cigarettes, a wallet, a comb, a small mirror, a quill and ink, and a bag of galleons.
"Where is it!" he cried. When realization dawned on him he smacked himself in the forehead hard, squishing loose strands of hair against his pale skin.
"Where's what?" Hermione asked, looking up from one of professor Dumbeldore's books.
"My journal!" Draco cried. "I must have left it in the library!"
Ron's eyes widened, and he glanced at his bag almost as if he expected Malfoy's journal to fly out and point at Ron accusingly saying, "He took me!"
"It's bound in black leather. My name is inscribed on the cover in red!" Draco said. "God how could I have been so stupid! Anyone can get their hands on it now."
Harry turned and looked at Ron over his shoulder. Ron was looking anywhere but at his best friend. When Hermione saw the way Harry was eyeing Ron she immediately caught on. She shot him a glare.
"Why are you so nervous about someone reading your diary Malfoy?" Ron asked trying to direct the attention elsewhere.
"Because my private thoughts and reflections went into that JOURNAL, Weasel. How would you like it if I went into your mind and poked around, gathering up all the dirt that lies inside your head? Then I showed it to everyone. How would that make you feel?" Draco snapped at him, his gray eyes narrowed to slits.
Ron fell silent and looked down at the floor.
"Wow," Hermione said. "I never thought you could be so…human, Malfoy."
"Yes well, I like my privacy just as much as the next human being, mudblood," Draco snapped, sitting down with his arms crossed.
"I doubt anyone had time to pick up that journal, Malfoy," Potter said. "Things were too hectic. I don't think anyone had the time to be nosy."
Harry shot Ron another look that said, "Do the right thing and return it."
Ron looked away stubbornly.
"Why would a Slytherin need a diary anyway?" Ron snapped quietly. Draco's head snapped up as he was brought rudely out of his thoughts.
"Because Weasel, I don't have the chance to talk to anybody about my problems the way you girl scouts do. Us Slytherins do not stick together. Any type of feelings being expressed could be used as good black mail. We don't trust each other the way you Gryffindork Losers do. I can't vent about what I feel inside to anybody," Malfoy snarled.
Hermione was staring at him in interest now, completely disregarding the insults that were turning Ron's face purple.
"What do you need to talk about Draco?" she asked softly. All three boys turned around in surprise, their eyes widened. After getting over his shock Draco snorted.
"Like I'd tell you?" he snapped. "You three are my worst enemies. You wouldn't possibly understand what it is I'm going through."
"You'd be surprised," Potter replied. "You have some serious shit your dealing with?"
"That's a bit of an understatement," Draco said bitterly. "Just like you Potter, having to worry about the Dark Lord coming and killing you in your sleep… I think I may have the same problem." Immediately the three gasped in unison and Draco clapped a hand over his mouth before any more secrets of his could flow out of his mouth in a stream of verbal diarrhea.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"How did you do that Potter? You didn't have to even twist my arm or threaten me or torture me into talking!" Draco said astounded.
"I figured if you didn't want to talk about it you wouldn't have answered the question," Potter said with a shrug. "But since you did I figure you do have something to get off of your chest."
"Actually I want to get it off of my arm," Malfoy muttered. He then clapped his hand over his mouth again. "Stop doing that," he hissed at Potter.
The three of them stared at him in disbelief.
"What have you got on your arm?" Ron asked. Draco rolled his eyes and lifted up his sleeve. It was too late; he'd already spilled the beans. They all leaned in for a better look, none of them really seeing the dark mark up close and personal before. It was still popped slightly up from his skin and it was wiggling evilly at them, the snake wrapping around the skull every once and awhile.
"You're a Death Eater!" Ron yelled.
"Ron, sit down," Hermione snapped, pulling him by his robes into his seat.
"How dare you call me that!" Draco yelled dramatically.
"Well," Ron said, a stressed out Hermione attached to his back, trying to wrestle him into the seat. "Aren't you?"
"No!" Draco said, and paused. "At least I don't feel like a Death Eater…"
"How did that happen?" Hermione panted, finally getting Ron to sit down.
"Well, my father called me home for my grandfather's funeral even though he didn't die. And then dragged me to the Dark Lord's chambers. We had to go through this portal at the end of the hall. I've always been afraid of what was behind that door. And he sort of forced me to do it… I wasn't really ready for it either. Then I ran away and returned here, because I really didn't know what else to do," Draco explained. It was then that he slapped his forehead once more.
"Dante!" he cried, standing up yet again. "My winged stallion!" he snapped as Ron looked at him as if he were crazy. He supposed he was acting like it. "That big oaf better be taking care of him," Draco snapped.
"What?" Ron asked confused.
"The winged stallion I rode on to get back here," Draco snapped. "God do I have to spell out everything for you? I left it with that hairy giant that lives in the run down hut."
"Hagrid will be taking good care of him," Potter said. "You don't have to worry about that."
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Hagrid soothed the stallion and slowly led Dante into the forest, tempting him with vegetables that the stallion was fond of. Dante followed him hesitantly.
He wondered where his master was. He'd gone a long time without seeing the youngest Malfoy but he sensed he was near and was worried that his owner had forgotten him. He also sensed that horrible man near as well… Draco's father. He mistreated most of Dante's siblings back home. They were overworked and fatigued all the time. But did he miss home? No…
The man guiding him into the safety of the forest was kind. Although when he got drunk he set fire to his bed… But he was kind and he hoped that if his Master did not return for him, he could stay with the giant.
"Here we are," Hagrid said soothingly. "We can wai' this out. Don' worry. I'm sure young Draco will be back for ya when he can get down here."
A/N: Okay. There you have it. Thanks to all reviewers. I hope you like this chapter. For those of you reading both of my stories. I will be updating on Vamp E. shortly. Love to all:D
