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To KayDee, you left me a review anonymously, saying that because it was your birthday (happy birthday by the way, I hope you had a wonderful day!) that you would follow this fic! However, when I went searching for your account there were four possible KayDee's with interests in Harry Potter! Please log in so I can make a formal thank you!
Also, on your review, I've been a little out of practice when it comes to Word; and I have no Beta-reader, I've reread my fics I uploaded last night also, and noticed many spelling errors – which is a good time to ask if anyone were interested in becoming mine! That means early views to my fics, and input! It'll be a lot of work, seeing as all of my previous fics need seeing to – so if anyone is interested, PM me for details! XD

Anyway, enough of my rant and thank you to everyone who reviewed! And please enjoy this next instalment!

"I'm in love with a Mudblood"
Chapter Two: It could give you Pixie Pox!

Harry sat in the Gryffindor common room waiting for his friends to return from their Prefect duties, and as he waited, he decided to study.
Now you are all probably laughing and thinking "Harry Potter, studying? Isn't that why he has Hermione Granger as a friend?" or similar thoughts to that may have crossed your mind – but it's not the kind of study you do for an exam – unless that exam were to be on the thoughts of Draco Malfoy.

Harry Potter now on his own, by the warmth of common room fire was looking over the white covered, and black paged diary of Draco Malfoy.
He knew it was very Slytherin of him to have (in a way) stolen the journal from across the room, and it was very un-Gryffindor of him to even read it without permission, no thoughts of returning it in mind – the curiosity was too great! I mean, who wouldn't be if your rival left their private thoughts unattended in (sort of) plain view! Wouldn't you take a peek too?

At least, this was Harry's excuse, it was just too tempting not to read it! And so the boy legend turned to the first page.

So, a new school year and a new journal, nothing special – read the silver scrawl across the page -
It looks like this journal might be the ONLY new thing this year – well besides yet another DADA professor, but really is that surprising? Oh, and Potter and his friends look even more ridiculous than last year, but what can you expect from a Mudblood, mothball ridden ginger and a bigoted scar-head?

Harry frowned and was tempted to shut the book and throw it in the fire, but he repositioned himself and continued reading – there had to beSOMETHING interesting – a juicy detail he could tease the blonde relentlessly with – like he slept with a teddy bear – or wet the bed until he was 14! Or even something about being a Death Eater! Because everyone knew he was! Even if Ron and Hermione didn't believe him.
Rolling his head to remove any cricks he skipped down a few lines.

… as usual, the holidays were rather boring… except for a few unspoken dreams – I don't recall too much of them, but I wrote enough about the embarrassing revelation last year, and promised myself to stick it to the back of my mind and fantasies. This year will be about me, and my accomplishments! Not lust filled dreams going no where -
Anyway, tomorrow I plan to teach Gregory and Vincent some manners, they can't continue their lives speaking Troll and following me around – and on the topic of being followed – I need to get Pansy –

'Harry, what is that?' the boy-who-lived snapped the diary shut and shoved it behind his back.
'Nothing!' he shrieked, not at all sounding convincing.
Hermione raised an eyebrow and held out her hand, 'Harry,' she warned and the Chosen One sighed, pulling the book from its hiding spot.
'It's Malfoy's diary,' he stated, holding it out to his best friends, who flinched away like it would make them drop, just by being in its presence.

'What are you doing with it?' dried Hermione, getting over her initial shock, she reached for it, but was stopped by Ron.
'Don't touch it!' he yelled and his two friends stared, 'You don't know what kind of enchantments could be on it!' Panicked, Ron grabbed an armchair cushion and knocked the journal to the floor, 'It – it could have Picie Pox!' he declared at their judging expressions.

Harry frowned, retrieving the book and Hermione snorted.
'Pixie Pox? Honestly, Ron,' Hermione smiled.
'I've been reading it for a bit now and feel fine… can't you get a vaccine for that?' Harry gave up seeing the confused look from Ron, 'Nevermind.'
'You have to return it, Harry,' Hermione placed her hands on her hips, 'I'm sure he's probably been looking all over for it and who knows what he'd do if he knew you have it AND have been reading it.'

Hermione was right of course, but it didn't mean Harry had to be happy about it.
'I'll return it tomorrow,' sighed Harry, looking defeated.
'But, 'Mione!' Ron shouted and the girl shushed him, indicating it was late and the other students were in bed, 'We could get soooo much dirt on the snotty ferret!'
'Don't care,' she folded her arms to her chest and the boys knew it was a sign that the conversation was over.

That night when both his friends had gone to bed however, Harry had charmed the cover to look like one of his Quidditch books.

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