Log Book (Drarry fanfic)

A Snake In a Lion's Den

Draco grinned when he sat down into his new favourite spot in the castle - the stone ledge in the abandoned corridor. He had gotten 38 orders from the Slytherins last night. 38! In one night!  He opened his journal and began writing as usual.

Log no. 060706

I'm proving to be an excellent sweets dealer. I recorded 38 orders in one evening. It's insane!!

I did some more observing on Potter and have found some interesting facts. The boy isn't perfect like everyone thought. I know right?! He gets average grades (except in potions, because he sucks at that), has problems like everyone else, and is trying to get through school while also trying not to die.

He's imperfect, just like everyone else.

Wow, self-esteem boost.

I wonder what would happen if I treated him...nicely. How would it turn out? Weasley would most definitely flip. Granger...she might handle it a bit better. Ten points to her for not being an arsehole, I guess.

Weasley, you still suck.

So wait. If I become nice to Potter, do I have to be nice to everyone else too? That just sounds like hard work.

Draco signed off with a sleepy face, adding three z's. He drew a stick figure of Potter in the corner with his hand up in the air. Draco charmed the drawing, and it waved its stick arm. The blonde waved back.

"Writing in your diary, Malfoy?"

Draco whipped his head up and Weasley, Potter and Granger were standing in front of him. Granger looked like she didn't want to be there and actually left (good on her), Potter seemed to look like he didn't want to be there either, and Weasley looked arrogant and determined.

"What's it to you, Weasley?" Draco snapped back, closing his journal. Weasley took the opportunity and snatched the book out of Draco's hands, and the boy became livid. "Hey!! Give that back! Don't you dare read it!" Draco yelled angrily and whipped out his wand, a hex at the tip of his tongue.

Potter rolled his eyes and took the book from Weasley's grasp. He held it out to Draco. "Sorry about him, Malfoy," Potter apologised, trying to offer a small smile for the trouble. "He is very determined to find out what evil plans you have concocted."

Draco blinked and swiped his journal back in a swift movement. "Thank you, Potter," he thanked, then looked at Weasley with a glare. "And keep that Weasel under control, will you. He seems very grabby."

Potter laughed at Weasley's tomato shade face. "Will do, Malfoy." He suddenly held out his hand, grinning. Draco eyed his hand, a cheeky grin appearing on his face as he crossed his arms.

"Is this you asking to be my friend?" he asked, ignoring the giddy feeling inside for some very odd reason, his stomach bubbling pleasantly. Maybe it was those pumpkin pastries...

He hid it behind a feigned look of thought. He made to shake Harry's hand, but pulled away at the last second. "No, wait," he said to himself, absolutely loving how riled up it made Potter. "I need to think this through first–"

"Just take my hand, you prick!" Potter cried in annoyance, and yanked Draco's outstretched hand into his own, giving it a firm shake.

Draco's heart stopped. Oh dear, he has stopped breathing too. When had that happened? Potter grinned in triumph and he let go, tugging a pale looking Weasley along with him as he left.

Draco was still trying to breathe. And he was so so very warm. His face was warm, his hand was warm– oh his hand. He lifted his hand to eye level and gaped at it.