I Think I Like Him

2. Pages Of A Saint

TW- Mild mentions of child neglect/abuse

Word count- 2132

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It had been two days since what might have been the worst day of Draco's life. Punched by Harry bloody Potter -and in front of the whole school no less!

What had gotten into him? Malfoy's were worshipped, respected -perhaps even feared at times, but punched? No, never punched. The half-wit hadn't even the sense to use his wand. He didn't seem to need it- though that's beside the point.

From his skill, to default manners, Harry Potter hadn't a patch on him. They were both the perfect products of their own house like that, he supposed. Harry was reckless, stubborn and most definitely self-righteous, while Draco was resourceful, determined and cunning. When Godric and Salazar had a history of butting heads themselves (literally- as a special edition of Witch Weekly had claimed) then it wasn't really surprising that he and Potter were the same. History had a funny was of repeating itself that way.

Point was; him and Potter withheld a certain balance at the school -see, it wasn't just his own dignity on the line; but the whole of Slytherin house, too.

If Draco were to be seen to be in any way inferior to Potter (by the unbiased population of Hogwarts), then Slytherin would immediately be secondary to Gryffindor when it comes to social ranks.

It was this that motivated him to do something that he hadn't necessarily had the backbone to do at any point previous (though he would be damned if anyone found out that particular detail).

Draco Malfoy, was going to steal.. Harry Potters diary.

Yes, the big courageous Gryffindor hero had a diary! Few knew of this, naturally, but Draco had his sources, and being as crafty as any Slytherin should pride themselves in being, he had deduced the location to Gryffindor house some time ago for when a situation may call for it, and so everything else slipped seamlessly into place.

He had been watching Harry for the better part of a week now (stalking- but he would never admit that) in order to pick up his routine. From doing this, he decided on dinner as the time to do it.

The last few lessons of the day went by slowly, but he managed to entertain himself by throwing smirks at the unknowing Gryffindor.

He looked around in amusement. No one knew what he was about to do.

Once the class was dismissed, he was first out the door. He strode ahead of his friends, racing the mob of 2nd and 3rd years to the great hall.

Reaching the doors, Draco slowed, sitting down collectedly; pouring himself some pumpkin juice.

He watched Harry and his friends enter, happily chatting about something stupid -like how rich Weasley is, or what life was like for Granger growing up in the Wizarding world.

They sat down, and Draco couldn't keep himself from thinking (not that he tried to) how satisfying it was to see the sickly smile of Harry Potter -knowing it was the last time it would graze his mouth.

He downed his juice and stood, strolling out the hall. Potters conversation was a light one, meaning that he would eat at the same time. He didn't have long.

The slytherin made his way to the 7th floor, taking the stairs two at a time.

When he reached the 6th floor, he took out his wand, using Colovaria to change his green robes to red. He nearly retched at the steady stream of red pouring from his wand and splashing onto the green of his tie. The spell had took him a while to learn with it being fifth year level, but Draco had been determined.