24th July 1995

Dear Diary,

Today I leave her again. I will miss her: the long wavy hair, dark chocolate melting eyes and intellect that could stump Dumbledore, even if she does use it against me. Sadly though, summer is approaching and my time at Hogwarts is up for the year. I wonder, how long can I keep this up? How long can I have half the year joyous; with friends and food and happiness, and the other half under lock and key, being told again and again how much of a disappointment I am. My father can't even look me in the eyes and my mother gave up on me years ago. Even with Harry to comfort me and confide in, I feel so alone. I miss my old life. Especially my mum. I wish it had never happened.

I put the diary down. So I was still in love with Hermione in this world. Even just from the description anyone could tell that. But I'd lost the love of my parents for the love of a girl. One who's feelings where unclear at this point. Not to mention that I'm now friends with that despicable Potter boy. It had never crossed my mind that being in love with Hermione would mean being on friendly terms with those traitors. Then again, I'm now a traitor too. This whole situation was going to take some getting use to. I now had to behave myself; no more insults, down-talking and violence towards muggles. I have to completely consume a role that I had been raised to hate. It was all too confusing. The book was placed back on the bed-side table. I lay back to try and clear my mind. Everything that I once believed to be true; the power of purebloods and the mastery they held over muggles, had been destroyed.

After a few moments, there was a ruckus outside the dormitory door. I couldn't quite make out the words, but I could tell there were raised male and female voiced. Moving towards the door, my hand reached out the pull it open. However, at the same time, a small ginger creature pushed the door and the combined action caused her to tumbled down at my feet. The argument broke for a moment. Besides the ginger girl, I was confronted by two boys. One was a red-head, but not nearly as red as the girl, with brown eyes and was built like a boulder. He was standing behind a tall boy with dark brown hair. I recognised him as the same one from the photograph. I also suddenly realised that the ginger creature at my feet was Ginny Weasley.

Instantly, I remembered my role; I had to control himself so as to act more like the person from this world. Helped Ginny up, her response was to instantly throw her arms around myself and squeeze tight, almost as if she was scared and almost as if it was an act. I was sure that in my world, Ginny and the boy with Dark-brown hair dated at one point, who's name was possibly Michael.

"How did you get in?" I asked Ginny, looking confused (and a bit choked).

"Well obviously I'm going to know how to get into the Ravenclaw common room with you as my boyfriend." She cheerfully replied. This answer completely threw me. I had not a moment earlier been reading an entry telling of my love for Hermione, and now I had small ginger creature attached to my neck. Although, the darkening of features on the other two boys was slightly amusing.

"She mine Draco, you stole her, now give her back. I know we were friends once, but I can make this a very ugly experience for you." The dark-haired boy, who I decided I was going to call Michael anyway, didn't look all that threatening, but I'm damn sure that his large friend could do some damage if he wanted, and I wasn't exactly fighting fit. What worried me more was that it was possible they we could all share the same dormitory.

Ginny, however, wasn't phased; "As I said earlier, not interested any more, and by the way, I'm not a possession, you can't just own me. That's something Draco understands," and with that, she flicked the door to with her foot.

I personally was still dumbfounded as to how the hell she got in, not to mention my newly acquired girlfriend, and I'm not quite sure that I live up to Ginny's expectations. Playing along seemed like a good idea; I didn't really want to have to explain this mornings experience to anyone just yet, nor tell Ginny that I just wasn't at all interested in her; "I'm sure I'll really enjoying your company, Ginny, but I know your breaking a million rules being here,"

"I donno what your talking about," Said Ginny playing with my shirt, which just made me more uncomfortable. She seemed completely unconcerned with the blood the shirt, and more concerned with taking it off. However, in a moment of brainlessness and passion, a moment I totally regret and totally put down to male instinct, pushed her onto the bed. The role I was playing was starting to take over. I crawled in next to her and cuddled up. We kissed and played and stared into each others eyes in a way that only love stuck teens can do. It was strange, being so close to Ginny's face meant that I could pretend that those bright brown eyes were actually the serious and chocolate ones of Hermione's.

I smiled, completely indulging myself in this fantasy, and whispered sweet nothings in her ear. Things of love and romance and passion. Things that should only ever be know by the lovers who speak them. Then, with in a second, those bright brown eyes shifted. They grew cloudy and dark. I, at this point, still in my dream like state continued to talk and didn't see the change. Somehow, I didn't even realise that Ginny was standing till a large force impact came down on my cheek. It stung like crazy, but nothing I happened felt before. It did, though, get Ginny all the attention that she wanted,

"What the hell was that for?" I yelled.

"What, you think that was fucking funny? You think that you can just call your girlfriend anything and she'll lie down and take it?"

"You've actually lost it, what the hell are you talking about?" Our voices grew louder and more intense. Tears welled in Ginny's eyes.

"I'm talking... about being called Hermione. I'm talking about how in a moment like that,... a moment that is made just for us you whisper into my ear, 'I love you Hermione, always have'"

I suddenly felt like the opening scene of that muggle movie, the one where all they can do is say; shit. I just hoped I hadn't ruined my chances with Hermione by upsetting her best friend. What the hell was I thinking, dating the best friend is the worst move to make. I should have just thrown her out on her arse as soon as she arrived.

"You told me you were over her, that you only had eyes for me. You told me that we could be happy. What changed Draco? What's happened to you?" I didn't say anything. I just hoped she could show herself the door. I was sure that Ginny had had enough, she didn't want to fight any more and I made it was clear that I was tired of fighting too. She sighed. "You know where to find me." With that, she left. I sighed as well, but not the heart broken one that I'd just heard, but from relief. My story was still in tact. just.

I didn't feel any great loss for Ginny and from what I'd heard, she was good at bouncing back. The more important question though, was how could someone like me, someone that was in love with Hermione end up dated her best friend? Was I still as devious in this world, or had I just gotten soft from too much time around Potter and Weasley. Reaching over to grab the diary, I opened it where I left it, determined to find out what had happened.