#8

This was the last straw, thought Harry. He grabbed his jacket which was lying on Seamus's school chest and stormed out of his dormitory, leaving the two Slytherins to their own devices.

Unperturbed, Draco grinned at Isabelle. "Do you know if Harry keeps a diary?"

Isabelle giggled herself off the bed as Draco laid down across Harry's bed and disrespectfully searched under his friend's bed for a small book. Sitting up without difficulty, he held up a small purple book with an off white ribbon string hanging out of the binding.

Then he read aloud a random entry.

"12/IX/96
Today was quite interesting, diary. It wasn't extra-ordinary at all. No one made an attempt on my life and nothing melodramatic happened. Well, I walked in on Seamus picking a piece of dust out of Ron's eye but that happens all the time. Ron has assured me that he is just prone to dust-related-accidents. I would sigh but you can't really put the sound of sighing into a book, can you diary? Today was so boring. Maybe I need to get more exciting friends. Like an American. Or a Japan. No, a Japanese. Wait, what do you call those short little people anyway? Oh well, it's not like my life isn't interesting. I mean, I am HARRY POTTER. I mean, how famouser could you be? I suppose you could be Hitler or something--that's what Hermione said....I think. I was a little distracted by her hot pink mini skirt. When she bent over..."

Draco strained his eyes but could not make out the smudges of Harry's chicken scratch. His eyes glittered as he finished the page.

"..but anyway...yeah, my life is boring except for what goes on inside my mind. But after all, I am HARRY POTTER and who else has escaped Voldemort like, five times and had so many girls after them? I ask you, diary, who? Well, Draco Malfoy has quite a following but his poncy outfit of a matador jacket and these tacky trousers disappointed at least one of his admirers today."

With a crestfallen expression, Draco looked up from the book. "He doesn't like those trousers?"
He ignored Isabelle's comment--"I haven't seen you wearing them. "--and continued; "And I thought I looked hot. "

Isabelle had a better answer for this. "No. Hot would be if you were wearing nothing but whipped cream...you get what I'm saying. " She made a vague gesture towards Draco who looked rather disgusted. "That's nasty, Izzy."

"What!? I missed lunch."

"I'm not helping you there. I have some dignity, believe it or not," Draco informed her, looking intently back at the diary. What an invasion of privacy. How would Harry would react if he knew what was going on? Badly of course.

Isabelle pouted her lips and thrust out her chest, reminding Draco for a second of an uppity American pop star.

"No cherry on top?"