The Malfoy Diaries (A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction)

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After Aria had left the Slytherin common room, Pansy considered that she had taken a lot less convincing than she had thought she would. Pansy then walked towards Draco's room, so that she could speak with him. There was a lot, she believed, that needed to be discussed. 

"You've gone soft, haven't you?" Pansy asked, as she leant in the doorframe. 

Draco took his attention off his book and glanced towards Pansy. 

"What do you mean?" he asked. 

"Hufflepuff. Why are you letting her in here?" she asked. 

Draco sighed. He should have anticipated questioning from his friends, he supposed. 

"We're trying to be civil, so...it's whatever," he said. 

Pansy felt tempted to scoff at such a statement. How could it be whatever? He was essentially rendezvousing with the enemy, in Pansy's opinion. 

"Listen. I don't really need your input, Parkinson," Malfoy said with an annoyed glint in his eyes.

Pansy took a step back as she looked slightly shocked. Her eyebrows then drew together and she folded her arms in front of her chest in her discontent.

"Parkinson? Since when do you call me that?" Pansy asked him. Why in Salazar's name was he being like this?

"Since now. Now, if you'll excuse me, I don't want to be disturbed," Malfoy said, and then sunk further into his bed, where he had been reading.

Pansy's cheeks coloured to the colour of a red apple but she didn't say anything more. Clearly, Draco was out of his mind for even allowing a Hufflepuff to come into their common room. She sighed loudly and then walked right out of the bedroom. She didn't have time for him having one of his teenage girl style identity crisises. If his father knew about any of this, he would undoubtedly be annoyed with him but Pansy wasn't about to grass up her friend, even if he was getting on her nerves. She walked into the main common room and sat down with a bottle of mead in her hold. She needed it, she believed.

In the meantime, Aria had gone to find Hermione. She eventually found her seated in the Gryffindor Common room and the two chatted away for some time. Nevertheless, Aria's mind didn't seem to want to be dissuaded from thinking about Malfoy. She had taken his diary again. She needed to read it as soon as she could. She kept this a secret from Hermione, though. She didn't believe that her friend would exactly take lightly to the fact that she had been able to steal the diary of the person they considered their enemy.

Once Hermione's conversation with Aria was over, the two girls parted ways.

Hermione walked up to the bedrooms while Aria decided it was about time for her to return to the Hufflepuff common room. She knew that it was the only place where she could read some of Malfoy's diary without being sidetracked.

As soon as she had arrived back in the Hufflepuff common room, Aria made her way over to one of the yellow sofas and began to read over everything that she needed to.

Me again,

For some reason my diary had been missing for a week but I didn't really pay it much attention. Fortunately, Zabini managed to find it for me, which I suppose is fairly good of him. He can be useful, when he wants to be.

I don't have much news as far as my father is concerned. I'm fairly sure that he has given up on me at this point but suffice to say, the feeling is mutual. I don't want to talk to him, anyway.

My mother, on the other hand, I do sorry of miss. Only because I take great concern in the fact that she is still with him. Something must have got into her breakfast for her to see anything in him at all.

Aside from that, Hufflepuff and I have been getting along. Which is entirely too weird to write down but is true all the same. I suppose I don't really consider her an enemy. She hasn't exactly done anything to me. And maybe she's right. Maybe the only reason why I believed that I should hate her in the first place was because if the beliefs of my stupid brainwashed father. That's just the thing, isn't it? Maybe I'm going mad but all this time on my own has led me to realising that maybe the half-blood isn't that different from me.

Aria promptly closed the diary after she had read that. It almost seemed too good to be true. Time felt as though it was on pause for a moment, and the sun beamed in through her window as it set and as Aria considered what exactly this all meant for her. Was Draco actually going to start being nice? She wasn't sure what she was going to do if he did. The mere idea of it made her want to scoff in disbelief but... She had to control her doubts, she supposed. Whoever said that she and the Slytherin Barbie himself had to be enemies for life?

Well, he did, she thought. He had made it incredibly clear what his thoughts on her were from the very moment that she had arrived at Hogwarts.

Then again, Aria may have just been an idealist but she had always thought that people could change. No matter how much darkness someone had within their heart, there was always hope that a little light could be found. Aria knew something. She was determined to find the light in Malfoy's darkness. She believed that she was one of the only people that could tolerate him enough to find it, after all.

There was soon a movement by the doorway of the Hufflepuff common room, which prompted Aria to hastily hide the diary away.

She looked up to find Ginny stood there with an expression of intrigue upon her face.

"I just wanted to check how you were! Harry and I are going to go on a broom ride. We can't go far, obviously, but I thought it would be a good time!" she said enthusiastically.

"I'm all good, Ginny," Aria lied, more easily than she used to be able to. What exactly had got into her?

"Well, I'm glad. I'll see you soon, Honey. Look after yourself," Ginny said.

"I will," Aria replied, but Ginny was already down the hall and out of earshot to be able to hear her.

Aria decided that she wanted to get an early night and soon headed to bed. However, she couldn't ignore the fact that it was incredibly difficult to get Draco Malfoy out of her mind before she went to sleep.