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So here is the next instalment! And a thank you to my brand new and wonderful Beta-reader CaramelAriana! She has brilliant fics too, so after you read this chapter, go look her up!
This chapter is dedicated to KayDee-DesignerExtraordinare, for asking for a secret!

"I'm in love with a Mudblood"
Chapter Three: Deciphering Characters and Silver Ferrets.

In History of Magic while Ron snored loudly, Cuthbert Binns droned on about some property war between Trolls and Centaurs, which happened too many years ago for anyone to remember let alone care about; Harry Potter read about Draco Malfoy.

… I've had these strange dreams lately – I'm not sure if they are related to the ones I promised never to mention again or not, seeing as I can't remember anything of them – all I know is that I wake up as if I've been running a marathon all night, completely exhausted and sometimes sexually frustrated; and on some mornings there is a white mist around my bed, but no one knows what that is either! Perhaps I'm going mad – or maybe I just need a sleeping draught or something along those lines – I wonder if I could talk to Snape about a potion to make them stop altogether.

Harry squinted at the writing – Malfoy had such a tight scrawl that it was difficult to distinguish some characters from others; so he often had to re-read a sentence.

Some A's, E's and O's looked very much alike, as did some L's and I's. There were also places where Malfoy had forgotten to curl F's and cross T's, and it made reading quite a challenge for the dark-haired boy.

"Lately" looked a lot like "Lifety" but Harry was certain that "Lifety" wasn't a word and "them" looked like "than", but "to make than stop altogether" didn't make sense. It was a battle of sorts, to unscramble the words from paper to his brain, similar to trying to figure out the pronunciation of a complicated spell.

The bell rang to announce the end of class, and Harry closed the book, shoved it into his bag and poked his best friend in the ribs to wake him – Harry's stomach let out a growl. Apparently attempting to decipher Malfoy's writing left him extremely hungry.

Meanwhile, in Ancient Runes, Draco was panicking; he still hadn't found his journal, and he was focusing so much of his time on trying to remember where he might of left it that he wasn't in very good favour of his teachers..

Professor Babbling was frowning from the front of the class, having asked that Draco and Granger stay behind.

Bathsheda raised a dark brow in Draco's direction, 'You seemed very distracted today, Mr. Malfoy,' she sniffed loudly enough to challenge McGonagall's bouts of disapproval, 'I suggest you figure out what's bothering you before I fail you for the term.'

The blond snapped his head towards her, 'But Professor! I'm good at Runes! You can't do that!' he then proceeded to glare at Granger, who nodded profusely in agreement.

'It is a little excessive, don't you think Professor?' she replied, looking strained to be defending the Slytherin. Babbling's face softened.

'I guess it is – however,' her eyes fixed on Draco again, 'your grades have been falling for a week now – pick up the pace Draco or the fail won't be an empty threat.' The Slytherin Prince's nose flared, and his bottom lip poked out in a pout.

'As for you Miss Granger; two things – your essay was very beautiful, congratulations for making top of my class, again,' she smiled briefly, 'And the second thing – I assume it isn't just my class you're going downhill in,' the Professor's eyes settled on the blond again, 'So Hermione if you don't mind helping Draco with his homework until he is able to participate on his own again – that would be wonderful.'

Her response was two gaping mouths and wide eyes, 'Good,' replied Babbling to their silence, 'Off to lunch then.'

The pair was shoved out the door and when it creaked audibly shut behind them, Draco let out a groan.

'I'm not happy with this either,' snapped the bushy-haired girl.

'Then do me a favour,' the snake wriggled his nose in thought, '- don't listen to a professor for once.'

~DMHPDMHPDMHP~

Harry and Ron were busy shoving food in their mouths when Hermione huffed across from them.

'Wot'zz up 'Mineee?' asked the youngest Weasley boy around an egg and lettuce sandwich.

'Hmmm?' asked Harry, his pumpkin juice gurgled in his throat.

'Professor Babbling has asked me to help Malfoy with all of his homework and assignments,' the brunette sighed. Ron choked on his lunch.

'You said no right?' asked Harry, pounding his friend on the back.

'I didn't get a chance to!' she glared at the Slytherin table, 'so, he'll be coming with us to the library until his grades improve.'

'Brilliant,' growled out Ron, finally recovered from his fit. He threw his sandwich aside. 'I've lost my appetite now.'

'Oh really? So it seems Malfoy can make miracles happen,' teased Hermione, and Ron pulled a face at her.

'But it is kinda funny, aye? Malfoy needs your help in class,' Ron reclaimed his sandwich, 'I feel better about this now.'

Harry returned to the diary – it wasn't funny to him – how would he hide it during a study session? The Boy-Who-Lived sighed, earning a concerned glance from his female friend. It looked like another he'd have to spend another all-nighter trying to find another Charm to hide the book during study sessions.l Harry sighed again and rested his chin in his palm.

… so I was rudely awoken last night be Blaise, who claimed to have seen a silver ferret doing summersaults above my head while I was sleeping – I swear if this is some sick joke, I'll curse whoever's ass it is that is playing until it resembles a Garden Gnome! Blaise seems to think it was a Patronus, but no one in our dorm is able to perform one… not even me!
It has to be a joke – I still have nightmares about entering Vincent's trousers – ergh! I know it wasn't the real Mad-Eye Moody who transfigured me – but the bloke still gives me the creeps!
Anyway, I'm babbling about that again – Pansy has been bothering me again; can't she tell I'm not interested? And that I haven't been interested EVER! Honestly, that girl can be as thick as a mountain Troll sometimes! Blaise has a massive crush on her – not that he would admit it to anyone, but anyone with ears in the boys' dorm can hear about it while he's sleeping! It's a good thing I cast a Muffliato so no one can hold anything I say in my sleep against me.

Harry snorted at Malfoy's paranoia.

… How embarrassing would it be if anyone found out what I have been dreaming of before I can have a full grasp of their contents!

'Come on Harry,' Ron said, startling Harry. He gave the Chosen One a funny look, 'We've got Quidditch practice, mate.'

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So what do you guys think? I'm sorry that they are so short! But I'm pretty busy lately, so hopefully this will be enough to satisfy you until the next one! I promise it'll be longer!
Mister Jackkkk.