Flashback: "Well, you know what, Draco Malfoy? I. Hate. You.You and your stupid ego!"

He stared at it. For hours. And he still didn't know if he should—'cause he obviously could—read it. The notebook was pretty plain, with Hermione's initials in the front. And he'd already checked it for any "magical" thing in it. No. Nothing. His curiosity—and irritation at Hermione—got the best of him.

Oh God, you did not just open this.

I did just open it, he mocked no one in particular as he read it, written in Hermione's elegant script. Below it, there was a picture of the "Golden Trio", or whatever you call them, pillow fighting. They were happy, laughing. Draco rolled his eyes, and turned the page.

Dear Diary,

It's my first day at Hogwarts. I am absolutely thrilled. I've always known I was different. I'm still in the train, and it was really cool, going through that wall. I ran into the Harry Potter—The Boy-Who-Lived—and Ronald Weasley. They're good, though Ronald should know better than trying a fake incantation. I got sorted in Gryffindor, though Ravenclaw wouldn't be so bad. And there's this guy named Draco Malfoy, and he's so full of himself. Poor guy.

~Hermione

So that was her first impression on him. "Poor guy". He turned more pages.

Dear Diary,

I'm in the hospital wing right now, with Ron. He's delusional! He sacrificed himself to save Harry. He could've died! I was so nervous. I hope Harry will kill whatever is there, for Ronald. And… I wish he'd come back alive too.

~Hermione

Ha! Potter trying to be hero. I'd hoped he'd die. The Boy-Who-Lived is the wrong title for that Potter. It should be The Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die. Weasley being savior. What the hell, he should go too.

Dear Diary,

What were Ronald and Harry thinking, taking a flying car to get to Hogwarts? I was worrying my head out, thinking Professor Snape had eaten them alive in his office! God, I swear they'll kill me.

Turns out they were quite all right. But Dumbledore said something about a certain "Chamber of Secrets" and an heir of Slytherin and that we should be extra careful. Well, you can't be careful if you are best friends with a certain Harry Potter.

~Hermione

Draco chuckled. No time for petty Second Year experiences, he knew how it ended anyway. Potter saved the day. History repeats itself, over and over. The-Boy-Who-Lived. Potter, always getting the attention Draco had always wanted.

Dear Diary,

The Yule Ball is near, I had just gotten my dress. Viktor's my date, if you didn't hear that. I like Viktor and all, but he's… how do I put this… obsessive. He's practically stalking me! It's scary. Sometimes I wish I was going with someone else. Someone I know I'll enjoy being with.

~Hermione

The Yule Ball. Hermione had looked so good that time, it was hard to tell if she was muggle-born or not. She looked so pretty…
Draco mentally slapped himself. I am not thinking that stupid Granger is pretty. No damn way.
Draco furiously flipped more pages, not caring if he'd crumple the paper. He stopped at a page. It wasn't an entry, it was a poem.

Result

He's an annoying person

With an angelic face

His eyes a warm haven

A comforting place

He makes me want to smile

And frown a the same time

Times with him seems almost worthwhile

Liking him is almost a crime

A smirk playing on his lips

A mocking tone in his voice

Making my stomach flip

Well, do I have a choice?

I've fallen like a ton of bricks

For the boy who makes it difficult

Now, back to the basics

I'm just waiting for a result

Draco felt his stomach in knots. Who was this person who Hermione likes? Why did he even care?

"Draco," a deep voice boomed. It made Draco quickly slam the notebook shut. He didn't want anyone seeing that.

"Blaise," Draco drawled. "Why are you here?"

"Well, I just wanted to check on you to—"

"Cut the crap," Draco interrupted. "It's Pansy, isn't it?" Draco snarled. "We're not even dating!"

Blaise placed his hands in his pockets. "Pansy is some hot shit. But she's too possessive. What's that anyway?" he asked, looking pointedly at the red notebook.

"Potions notes," Draco said quickly, almost too quickly. Blaise smirked.

"Drake, I'm your best mate, I actually know when you're lying."

"Crap, Zabini. It is notes!" Draco said in an exasperated voice. Blaise didn't take lies from anyone, though. He snatched the notebook out of Draco's hands.

"Notes, eh? Why is there an H.G. in the cover?" he asked, at the same time searching for people who has H.G. in their names. A new Slytherin, Heine Greenley was one. Herbert Gregory was a bloke from Ravenclaw, but it seemed very unlikely. Harriet Gomez from Hufflepuff was out, too. So it leaves him with Heine Greenley and—blech, he thought—Hermione Granger. Before Blaise had opened it, it flew out of his hands and into Draco's grasp.

"Summoning spells, Zabini," Draco snickered. "Ever heard of them?"

Blaise scowled. "I'll just say to your excuse of a girlfriend that you've been practicing Non-Verbal Incantations, Malfoy."

"Sounds fair," Draco said, indifference in his voice.

!i!

"God, Malfoy is so… irritating!" Hermione fumed. Ginny lay on her stomach. She rolled her eyes.

"But still surprisingly attractive," Ginny muttered. Hermione's ears went red at that statement. Draco Malfoy is certainly attractive, his blond hair sweeping lightly over his silvery eyes, his pale complexion, making his whole face look angelic, his smirk… his smile, though this is rarely seen, and his voice. His goddamn sexy voice. Hypnotizing.

"Yeah," Hermione replied. "Surprisingly."

"What's surprising?" Ron asked, giving Hermione a kiss on the cheek.

"Um… How Professor Flitwick gave a hard assignment," Hermione lied.

Ron stared at her. "Hard? For you? Merlin, I should be starting to do that now." As Ron left, Dean approached Ginny, Harry entered and stood beside Hermione. His hands were balled up into fists at his sides as he watched Ginny and Dean snog.

"Harry?" No answer.

"Come on, Harry," she said as she pulled him away.

Harry stood there, fighting the tears that were threatening to overwhelm him. It took him several minutes to recover. "Why Hermione?" he asked, his voice hoarse. "Why can't I have what I really want?"

Hermione patted him on the shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"It'll come someday, Harry. I promise." Harry shook her off.

"You may be the brightest witch in our year. But this, Hermione, this you don't know." And he left her. She never felt more alone.

!i!

Draco Malfoy knew what it felt like to be alone. He knows it more than anyone. He was rich, yes. Handsome, absolutely. Happy? No one knows. He only feels happy and free when he's flying. No one cares if you're rich or not when you're on the wing. Draco was practicing with his broom.

Clearing his head, he accelerated. Concentrate, he told himself. Don't think of anything else. But it was inevitable that he wouldn't think of anything. His head was glued on one thing. Granger and the person she liked, as said in her notebook.

Who was it? He desperately wanted to know. Is it Potter? Or Weasley? And maybe, just maybe, him?

"Draco!" Blaise Zabini called out. It was their trip to Hogsmeade, unless he had forgotten. And by now Draco would be all sweaty and smelly and he needs to take a shower at least, to make sure that he'd at leastbe presentable when they'd have drinks. Not to mention to meet his mother. His mother hated it when Draco is not ready, which he rarely is.

Draco was already off his broom. He had forgotten. It was their trip to Hogsmeade to meet his mom. "Blaise, I'm sorry. I'll be finished in a jiffy, I swear. Meet me outside school. It'll be just a sec." Then he ran.

Blaise chuckled.

Draco went to the shower room, no more time for a bathtub. He cleaned himself quickly. He took a bathrobe and ran to his room. He took his best dress robes, slicked his hair back and took Hermione's notebook and his wand with him. He ran to Blaise.

"I'm done. Do I look presentable enough?" Draco asked. The last time he and his mother met, he was thoroughly unMalfoy-like, at least that was her mother's opinion.

"Yeah, you look fine," Blaise said, rolling his eyes.

"Draco!" a high-pitched irritating voice called out. It belonged to Pansy Parkinson. Pansy threw her arms around Draco's neck, earning her yet another look of disgust from Draco. He shoved Pansy off of him.

"Look, Pansy, I'm going somewhere." Pansy tried—and failed—to look sexy—or even remotely close to cute —as she pouted.

"Fine, but you owe me," she said, walking away.

"She is just too clingy," Draco said, agitated. "Draco, Draco, Draco," he said, imitating Pansy's voice. "It's irritating and when she pouts she looks like a damn dog! Disgusting."

"It's OK, Drake."

"Easy for you to say. You already have a girlfriend," said Draco, feeling a bit jealous. He never had a real girlfriend.

"Maybe you're just afraid of commitment," Blaise offered kindly.

"Me? Afraid? I'm not afraid of anything. I'm a Malfoy!"

"Stereotypical," Blaise muttered under his breath.

!i!

Ugh, Hermione grumbled. Where did I place my diary? If someone sees it… She shuddered at the thought. If Malfoy sees it! I'll be ruined before you could say Silencio!

"'Mione?" Ginny asked, her arm linked with Dean's. "Are you alright?"

Hermione felt a little bad, 'cause she was probably ruining Ginny's date.

"No, I'm fine, Gin. It's just… my diary. It got misplaced. Nothing for you to worry about." Ginny raised her eyebrow.

"You didn't tell me you had a diary." Hermione flushed.

"It's a muggle diary. No spell protection or anything so if someone saw it…" She trailed off uncertainly. "I gotta look for it. Bye, Gin. Bye, Dean."

"Once she finds that thing she better show it to me," Ginny said. "So, Dean…"

A/N:

So... that's it for chapter two!
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