The Two-Way Diaries

[A/N] Hello! Thank you so much for reading! Hopefully you haven't given up on an update, just yet. I know the last time I posted anything was Thursday or Friday, but Ohio has had a few big and nasty storms the last few days and I didn't want to risk loosing anything in a crash. I hope you get the idea of the story so far. I'm getting a few more tricks up my sleeve. I'm looking for more ideas about what to make Draco write about, so comment any ideas. But comment anyways, I'd appreciate it! Expect another update within the next few days! Keep reading this, it'll make more sense with the next few chapters! Love, Tori[/]

Chapter 2

Hermione sat on her bed under the covers, but looking at the Diary. It was a constant debate in her mind to either write or not to write.

It was strange to have such contemplation over a diary. She had found it mysteriously in the hall, and her name magically appeared in the cover.

Temptation rose over her to write down exactly what she was thinking, but the smart side of her told her not to. Who knew? This diary could be cursed, or it could be driven by a mind-controlling piece of soul.

Just do it, she thought. It wouldn't hurt to write in ideas.

Before, she had always kept a diary. But now, she had found that with all of her extra classes and homework, she had not had time to write. But now, she was unoccupied with anything, seeing as how it was Christmas holiday, and she had a few things on her mind.

Soon after she had picked the Diary out of her bag and sat back up in her bed, she had begun writing in it.

Dear Diary,

I'm not quite sure where to begin. I found you in the hall, and after complete thinking, I've decided to write in you after all.

Let me just get this off my chest, shall I? I don't want another Chamber of Secrets remake, here, so don't try and brainwash me. I could destroy this Diary just as easy as I could start writing in it.

It's Christmas holiday, and I decided to stay at school. Professor Snape gave us a huge assignment, which of course, I've already started. I still don't know why Dumbledore let him teach DADA. (I think he's lost his marbles.)

My friends have stayed here with me, though, so I'm not all that entirely bored. I just wish that he wouldn't be sucking Lavender's face off all the time.

I'm not in love with him, but I mean seriously. Every moment he's not snogging her, he considers it a waste. Some things I just don't understand about that boy, Diary.

Basically, I'm not all that troubled. But, I've confided in you anyways.

Good night, Diary.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Draco picked up his school robes from the pile of washed clothes and threw them into his trunk. He would have normally had his personal house-elf do all of this work for him, but after several impatient calls for Dolly, no elf came.

"Stupid, insolent little vermin..." he muttered, tossing his school books into his case. "Why they let them run free in our Manor, I'll never know..."

After clearing what seemed like his whole room and packed the contents into his Slytherin trunk, the only remaining item was the old, ragged Diary.

"Useless junk. Why a Diary, for Merlin's sake?" Draco stared at it for a moment. Suddenly, after studying it more closely, a sudden urge in his mind beamed.

It's a Diary; it's meant to be written in.

No, only people with problems write in Diaries. I have no problems.

Oh, but I could write about anything!

No, it's a girl-thing.

But it's so tempting, so...

His thoughts arguing, he picked the Diary up as if he wasn't moving it at all. He had never looked inside of it, curious, he opened the cover.

Gold lettering magically appeared in the left corner, mesmerizing him.

"This Diary Now Belongs To: Mr. Draco Malfoy."

"Rubbish." Malfoy commented quietly, but the urge to think about his feelings, (which was a terrifying feeling for him) stayed.

X

Draco walked into a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, confusion hitting him when he saw that his loyal friends were not sitting in front of him.

He looked behind him, in almost desperate attempt to see them coming.

Where the bloody hell are they? Draco thought. This is my compartment.

Unsatisfied, he sat relentlessly on a seat anyway.

Minutes passed and he was sure the train was moving, but still no signs of Crabbe, Goyle or even his showcase girlfriend, Pansy.

After settling that apparently they weren't going to sit with him, he resorted to staring out the window, watching the train station fall behind them and a soft, September day emerge.

Draco looked for something to occupy himself. He never did have the self-amusement to sit alone in boredom for long periods of time.

The train hit a bump, sending his carry-on bag tumbling to the floor of the compartment from above, and most of its contents spilled.

"Bloody hell." He cursed under his breath and leaned down to retrieve his items. His box of quills, Chocolate Frogs, and a bottle of Muggle soda lay on the floor in front of him but he paused when he saw the Diary by his foot.

Aha, something to keep me busy!

No, Merlin's pants! It's a Diary, Draco!

Once again, he looked at it, his mind racing to whether he had anything else to do besides resorting to writing his feelings.

Absentmindedly, he picked a quill and ink out of his box and picked up the Diary.

He opened it, and turned to the first page.

I don't know how this writing thing works, dammnit. Is it supposed to help sort of thoughts? I honestly wouldn't care if I knew anyways.

Father isn't drinking anymore, but I suppose he'll go straight to demanding the house elf to bring him a 'firewhiskey, heavy on the whiskey" as soon as he hears that I'm back at school. Ever since he got out of that place with Aunt Bell, I could swear on Merlin's left buttocks that he's Imperiused. For bloody hell's sake, can't he just be normal again?

I'm on the train to school now. I can't wait to get my hands on those first years. That bloody oaf is teaching them to stand up for themselves. The only thing those half inches are good for is being a handy carrier for my scales, anyways. I can't see why they still accept half of those children anyways. They're just a load more of people to worship that bloody git.

School's pulling up. I better stop now before anyone sees this stupid thing.