A/N: So, did you enjoy my last chapter? I bet you did. I bet you wanted me to write more on the last chapter and not leave it hanging so abruptly. Well, I am going to. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclamer: You don't get a disclamer! I have already given you one!

"What's this?" Draco looked at the diary with disgust. It was tattered, old, and really ragged. He showed it to Crabbe and Goyle who were right behind him.

"I bet it's Weasleys." Crabbe said. He was flipping through the pages.

Draco turned to Crabbe, "Of course it's Weasley's you dumbass! It has his name at the bottom of every page!" Draco snatched the journal away and started walking to class.

"Well what are you going to do, Malfoy?" Crabbe and Goyle were walking behind him, as they always did. Draco was smiling.

"Well, I'm going to read it for sure. We will see where it goes from there." Malfoy strutted into History of Magic, Crabbe and Goyle in pursuit. Crabbe had noticed Malfoy was acting weird around Weasley. He was nicer to him. He hadn't even been jinxing him in the hallway, like he usually did.

Malfoy sat down in the table next to Ron and Cho's. Still smiling, he slid the journal into his bag. Crabbe sat beside him, and Goyle sat behind him. Hermione and Harry didn't sit at the same table. Harry ended up sitting uncomfortably next to Goyle and Hermione sat next to Parvarti.

Ron wondered what was going on between the two of them, but still being embarresed about what he had told them, he did not ask. Cho raised her eyebrows at him. "What is going on with the world?" She whispered. Malfoy never sat beside them, and Harry and Hermione always sat together.

"I don't know. It's really confusing." The bell rang and all the students shuffled in their seats, sitting down with their hands on placed neatly on top of the desk. The proffesor walked in and started to drone on and on about the history of the pewter cauldron. For once, Ron payed attention in History of Magic. Cho may be in Ravenclaw, but even she couldn't pay attention. Ron took notes so rapidly that some of his ink smudged, luckily he could still read it though.

When the class ended, Ron and Cho collected their stuff. Malfoy had kept looking at Ron during HOM, but Ron was too busy taking notes to notice. This was how Hermione felt during class, because in the past year she had grown in more ways then one. When Ron finally saw that Malfoy was looking at him, his heart swelled in his chest again. "Did you see that Cho? He just stared again!" Ron smiled back, but looked away right away.

At lunch, Malfoy sat on one of the benches, in the great hall. Crabbe and Goyle sat on either side of him. He grabbed and apple from the fruit bowl and began to read the journal. Around the middle of the journal Malfoy chocked on his apple, forcing Crabbe to smack him on the back. Goyle asked, "What's wrong Malfoy?"

Malfoy began to recite:

Dear Journal,

I am so upset. I found out today that Hermione likes Harry. Cho came looking for Harry after he left the classroom to find Hermione. We both found them kissing in the hallway. I couldn't believe it. I am so upset.

I know I need to look on the bright side though, so on the positive…

God damn, I can't think of a positive! Why does my life suck! I can not believe Harry! He is such an asshole! Ever since You-know-who came back, he has been the greatest guy ever. The girls love him, and he always gets what he wants. Everyone thinks he has it tough. He doesn't know what it's like to be in his shadow. All I am known as is "That orange haired kid behind Harry Potter." You know, sometimes I wonder how Malfoy feels. He is forced to hate Harry Potter. Everyone knows that Draco wants to be friends with Harry. I have occasionally talked to him. I didn't tell Harry about it of course. He would start yelling at me. I don't know what to do. Right now my feelings are mixed. I thought I loved Hermione, but all I dream about is Draco Malfoy…

Ronald Weasley

Malfoy emphasized the last sentence and turned pasty white. Well, he already was, but more then usual. "That's what you wanted though, isn't it Malfoy? You wanted him to like you..."

"SHUT UP CRABBE!" Malfoy yelled, causing the entire great hall to look at him. There was a silence in the large room, but Malfoy ignored it, and stormed out the door.

Ron looked up from the large amount of food he was eating. What's his problem? "I'll be right back guys. I need to go to the bathroom." Ron knew he shouldn't pursue Malfoy, but the curiousity was overbearing. When he reached the bathroom that Malfoy had stormed into, he quietly opened the door and peered inside...

Malfoy was hitting his head against a wall. "Umm, what are you doing?" Ron asked. Malfoy looked up.

"What does it look like. God, Crabbe and Goyle can be so thick sometimes." He stood up and continued talking "I found your journal."

Ron's face turned beat red. "How much did you find out?" He leaned on one of the sinks, trying to keep his cool, but after he realized that it was uncomfortable, he stood up.

"Enough. Look, I can't deal with this right now. Can we deal with it over the Christmas holidays?" Malfoy got up and looked at Ron. Ron had a look of surprise on his face that was so adorable.

"Yeah, sure. Are you staying for the holidays?" Ron asked. Malfoy nodded, and walked out the door. He tossed to journal on the ground on his way out.

Ron picked it up, looked at the door with longing, and left.

Hermione was sitting in her Ancient Runes class when a small goblin walked up to her. He was hideously dressed in a pink tu-tu with wings glued to his back. He cleared his throat and recited " A Poem From Mr. Harry Potter" Hermione's face turned beat red but the goblin continued:

My loving Hermione is so fine.

I really wish she was mine.

My darling Hermione is Hot

And Her love cannot be bought

Hermione be Mine!

The proffesor looked up from his notes. "Is there something wrong Miss Granger? Why is there a goblin in here?" Hermione's face flushed. She couldn't tell her proffesor why.

"It's nothing proffesor, the goblin is leaving!" Hermione looked down at the goblin, who said nothing more, but handed her a note.

Hermione,

C'mon babe, we are meant to be together. It is so right. I love you Hermione, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. C'mon, we could go to London during the holidays. Please Hermione, give me a second chance.

I love you, So much.

Harry

Enclosed with the note was an itenrary of what they could do together. God, Harry is so fit. I can't say no.

The few weeks before Christmas vacation went by with a breeze. Harry, Hermione, and Ron started talking to each other again. Cho even hung out with them sometimes, and Malfoy starting acting a lot nicer to Ron, just not in front of Harry.

It was the morning that the students had to get ready to leave on the train. Harry, Hermione, and Cho were all leaving. Ron was staying behind because his family was visiting his brother in Romania. It seemed that the entire school was walking out the front door.

"Goodbye Ron." Cho said, kissing him on the cheek. "Good luck with, you know what." Cho got on the train.

"See ya later Ron." Harry roughly slapped him on the arm, and got on the train.

"Bye Ron." Hermione said, giving him a hug.

"Bye" He said to all of them in return. When the train was gone, Ron turned around to see Draco standing right behind him.

Duh Duh dunn...