THE DIARY - A Drarry Fanfic

CHAPTER THE FOURTH

HARRY POTTER POV

The book lay on the dungeon floor, and how it got there Harry wasn't sure.

He stared at it, bending down to brush his fingers against the soft leather. It was worn, old and tired, as though it had been touched many times before. 

Harry picked it up, studying the cursive letters decorating its cover. 

D.M.

What could it possibly mean? 

Carefully, he turned the cover over, trying to see if there was any clue as to who the book belonged to. 

This is the property of -

"Oi, Harry! Let's go, dinner's in ten minutes!" Ron peeked his head into the Potions classroom, his eyes sparkling. "I heard there's going to be some sort of new bird dinner, and I want to get there early."

Hermione peeped her head over Ron's, an exasperated look on her face. "It's not as though we ever run out of food, stupid. But he does have a point, Harry. We should get going." 

Harry stuffed the book into his robes, nodding in agreement. "Alright." He said casually, following the group out of the dungeons. 

"But Ron," Hermione frowned, "how ever did you know about what was for dinner?" 

Ron laughed. "I have my ways."

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DRACO MALFOY POV

"Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it."

Draco ran a hand through his hair, forgetting the whole meticulous hour he had spent gelling it to perfection. 

He looked through his bag again, hoping that he might find it. He didn't. He rifled through his drawers, shoved aside his blanket, and combed through his closet, his eyes filling with tears, panic taking over. 

"What's got you all in a- Merlins beard, what happened to your room?" Blaise's eyes were big as he studied the ransacked room, his eyes finally zeroing in on Draco's disheveled face. 

"What happened?" Blaise walked over, dropping beside the softly crying blonde. "Did someone hurt you?"

Draco continued to sob while his brain worked furiously. Could he tell Blaise about his diary? He wasn't sure. 

He trusted Zabini...but he didn't know if he wanted anyone else to know about his precious manuscript, the tale of his own personal life. 

What if Blaise found it and read it? What the hell would Draco do then?

He knew Blaise wouldn't tell anyone, but Draco could almost predict the sorry look that would be in his friend's eyes.

He'd pity me, Draco thought, feeling his fear arise. Draco hated being pitied. But of course, Draco could not find the diary, and he would need help. Because Draco had no blasted idea where it could be.

"Hmm," Blaise said, twenty minutes later. 

"So someone took your diary?" Pansy's mouth was in a tight frown as she considered the situation. 

The three of them were sitting in a private corner of the Common Room, their heads close together, Draco still teary eyed. 

Pansy exchanged a worried glance with Blaise, an expression that Draco didn't miss, but one Pansy had not intended for him to see.