Log Book (Drarry fanfic)

Like, really really REALLY

Draco was sad.

Like, really sad.

Like, really really really sad.

And everyone hated it.

Harry was the first to notice the boy's change in behaviour. He sulked, he sagged and he dampened the mood.

Like during Transfiguration when Professor McGonagall playfully teased Harry and Ron for accidentally transfiguring themselves with elephant ears. Instead of adding on to the joke and laughing the loudest, Draco only slammed his head on the table, causing everyone to go quiet.

He was a buzzkill.

It was the Monday evening and Harry was in the Gryffindor Common Room with Hermione and the gang of redheads. They all lounged around closely by the fire with identical frowns.

"Have you all noticed how off Malfoy has been lately?" Ron said first, surprising everyone. So Harry wasn't the only one who noticed. Well, it was kind of obvious.

Draco started being nasty to everyone again, doubling up on the mean scale, and then sometimes he'd just go painstakingly quiet all of a sudden, making the atmosphere around him miserable.

Hermione nodded sadly. "I have," she sulked. "I wonder what happened. I thought we were really all becoming great friends."

"Good things never last here, do they?" Ron asked sullenly. Truth be told, he was starting to like the blond git. Sure he was annoying, but everyone could see he was trying to be better. And he was a much better opponent than Harry in Wizards Chess, let's be real.

"I miss Snuffles," George sighed and leaned against his twin. Fred nodded slowly and patted George's head.

"Me too, Georgie. Me too."

Ginny was starting to get fed up. She hated how everyone was moping around and not doing anything. Especially Harry. The boy always looked like he had just witnessed someone stepping on a dog. Finally she couldn't take the cold silence any longer and decided to take action by smacking her hands on the table, grabbing everyone in the Gryffindor Common Room's attention.

"Something's wrong with Malfoy. What are we going to do about it?" she demanded. Everyone stared at her, then instantly looked at Harry who hadn't said a word the entire time. He looked around at the expectant faces around him and frowned.

"What? Why's everyone looking at me?" he asked, confused and embarrassed at all the staring faces.

"Harry, mate. You're close with him," Ron explained. "Get him to talk. Find out what's the matter and maybe we could help." Harry blushed and flailed his arms.

"No, I'm not! I barely know the bloke."

"Harry. You became friends with him, spoke hours upon hours with him, took him out on a date, kissed him," Hermione explained, annoyed at Harry's obliviousness and utter stupidity. "If anyone's going to find out what's wrong with Malfoy, it's you."

"But–"

"Bring back the Snuffles!" Fred and George yelled in unison, and soon the whole Common Room were chanting.

"Bring back the Snuffles!"

"Bring back the Snuffles!"

"Alright, alright!" Harry called over their voices. "I'll deal with it tomorrow." Everyone agreed that they all kind of missed the new Draco Malfoy - the one that didn't hex people for no reason or was a total buzzkill in class - and they wanted him back.

And Harry was going get him for them.

Like the good saviour he is.

When it was time to go to sleep Harry collapsed on his bed with a loud, exhausted huff. He groaned into his pillow then slithered off the bed to look under.

There he picked up the large leather bound book he had found on the floor at Hogsmeade during his date with Draco. He was so caught up in the blonde that he didn't have the chance to even inspect what the book was about.

He opened it and felt a strong, cold wave run through him, making his teeth chatter and his hands shake. He quickly shut the book and he felt normal again, heat slowly rising to his face. He took a few seconds, breathed in heavily and opened the book again. This time his teeth did not chatter and his hands did not shake. He flipped to the first page.

Log no. 010506

Gryffindor's are weirdos...

Harry's eyes widened. Holy shite. There's only one gorgeous prat in this school who would say something like that. This book belongs to Draco.

Only feeling slightly guilty, Harry read through each log, laughing when the blonde made a joke, feeling the same butterflies when he said that Harry was imperfect, just like everyone else.

And the drawings. Harry loved the little doodles. They were messy, yet just because Draco Malfoy drew them Harry thought they were absolutely perfect. And the one of the snitch was so detailed he genuinely thought for a second it was a photograph.

When it came to the last log, Harry was sad to have it end. He enjoyed reading the blonde's thoughts, happy for the fact that behind that cold Malfoy exterior he likes to parade around in Draco's a bubbly, intelligent boy who acts like he knows everything, but he's as ignorant as everyone most of the time.

It's cute.

Like, really cute.

Like, really really really–

"Harry! Lights out, mate!" Seamus cried groggily and Harry realised he was so indorsed with the book he forgot there were other people around him.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly and switched off the lights. When he climbed back into bed, he cast a Lumos and read the last log.

Stupidly in love. 

Harry's heart did a somersault in his chest and he reread the messily scratched out line a couple of more times to let it sink in. He finally realised something that would change his whole life.

He was absolutely smitten over Draco Malfoy.

With that thought in mind, Harry closed the journal, then placed it under his pillow–

and before you insult Harry it's not weird. It's perfectly normal to put your crush's personal diary, that you may or may not have read without their permission, under your pillow.

Harry closed his eyes, drifting off into a blissful sleep, determined to return the book back to its rightful owner.