Declaimer: Harry Potter belongs to the beautiful and talented J.K Rowling not me.
-Le Garçon Perdu/The Lost Boy-
It had taken Draco Malfoy a lot of trouble to steal Harry Potter's journal. After many years of trying to find a way to blackmail his most hated foe, and through many embarrassing and unspeakable acts that included but were not limited to: molestation, begging, and cross-dressing in a nursemaid's uniform - he had finally succeeded. All in order to obtain access to Potter's personal belongings. More importantly the leather bound journal he wrote all his most secret and angst filled thoughts.
Draco greedily opened the brown paper wrapping on the journal, the half-crazed look on his face sending some of the more tender-hearted Slytherin's scurrying out of the common room.
"Harry Potter's journal," Draco whispered. His fingers pressed lightly on the leather bound cover as his blue eyes gleamed. Just imagining what Potter would do to get it back made Draco smirk all the way down to breakfast.
"What are you smirking about?" Pansy asked sitting next to Draco.
"You'll never guess what I have."
"What." Pansy blinked.
Waving away Pansy's comment Draco continued. "Harry Potter's journal."
"You have Potters diary?" Pansy said skeptically.
Draco smirked at her.
As if on cue a bulk of the Gryffindor population barreled through the double doors of the Great Hall and took a seat at their table. Draco followed Potter's more well-known worshipers with his narrowed eyes but didn't spot the shaggy haired teen anywhere.
"Malfoy, Parkinson," Blaise Zabini said, barley mumbling his greeting as he took a seat across from them.
Draco glared his hello, and then turned to Pansy.
"Where's Potter?" he asked. Pansy raised an eyebrow.
"How would I know?"
Blaise took a sip of his tea before he answered. "He's not here."
"What do you mean he's not here?"
"You haven't read a paper recently have you?" Blaise said in the most condescending tone he could muster.
Draco put out his hand expectantly. Blaise smirked, drumming his fingers over the Daily Prophet.
"What do you say?"
"I'll curse your balls off if you don't hand it over."
Raising an eyebrow, Blaise slid the paper towards Draco. It didn't take him long to notice the obscenely large portrait of Potter, who looked like he needed about twelve hours of sleep before he could fully function again. Potter's unruly jet black hair hung limply over his dull emerald eyes, which did nothing for the glare he was offering the camera.
"So, Potter's miserable. What's new?" Draco said, taking a bite of his toast.
He liked this picture. Especially how Potters usual tanned skin looked pasty and white and his gaunt face made his cheek bones stick out. Sipping his tea, Draco continued to study the picture. He decided he would frame it.
"Not the picture. The headline," Blaise said, tapping the top of the paper.
"'Harry Potter Goes Missing'," Pansy read aloud.
Draco spat out his tea.
Three months passed without any sign of Harry Potter.
Harry ran a hand through his shaggy hair in an effort to flatten it. He had been meaning to cut it before he returned to Hogwarts but hadn't been able to find the time.
Harry turned around, not expecting Draco Malfoy of all people to be walking after him, and alone for that matter.
"What do you want Malfoy."
"Where have you been?" Malfoy demanded.
Harry opened his mouth but nothing came out, he was in too much shock to really say anything. Malfoy put up a hand, a gesture to stop Harry from speaking any further even though at this point Harry's mind had gone numb.
"Never mind," Malfoy said. "Now that you're here we can finally get down to business."
Harry watched as Malfoy reached into his robe's and produce a wrinkled leather journal, its pages bent from age.
"Look what I've got."
Harry blinked, his green eyes fixing on the journal.
"What've you got?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes.
Malfoy smirked, thinking that Harry's silence meant he was too horrified for words.
"Is that all?"
Malfoy lost his smirk.
"What do you mean is that all?" he seethed. "Do you have any idea what I had to go through to get this?"
But Harry had stopped listening. He was already making his way to the great hall for some much needed breakfast.