H E X // Draco Malfoy

The Diary

After we explained everything, I begged Harry to lend me the diary, since he had it before, now being my turn.

He agreed, even though he looked a little bit sad.

I was in my bed, not being able to sleep. The clock was 1:00 a.m.

Late already.

An idea was forming in my head.
Should I...?

With a little bit of hesitation, I took the diary, and my feather, and opened it.

I took a deep breath before starting to write.

"Hello, Tom Riddle."

The ink was absorbed, and then his words showed.

"Hello. To whom do I own the pleasure?"

I smiled.

"I was with Harry Potter earlier. You showed us the memory."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Oh. Yes. So you were the "friend.". What's your name?"

I hesitated.
Should I tell him my real name?
Could I trust him?
After all, it wasn't like he could tell someone.
But what if it fell in the wrong hands?

"Peony. Peony Turner."

The words were absorbed.
It took longer than usual for the answer to show, and I was nervous.
But the words eventually came.

"Peony Turner? As in, Nadya Turner's daughter?"

I swallowed, fear rushing up my spine.

"How do you know? Who told you? Who else knows?" I wrote eager.

"Calm now, little one. Nobody else knows. I knew your mother, therefore I was curious if you two shared the name coincidentally or not."

I breathed in.
How could I've been this stupid? I could have just lied to him.

"Sorry. I was curious. You probably know that my identity must remain a secret."

"I know. You're Albus Dumbledore's granddaughter after all. You need to be protected from the evil."

I sighed.

"Yes. Even though I don't know why. Or who's after me. He won't tell me. And now, that my mother is dead..."

"I'm sorry for you mother. But you're not alone, you know?"

And we talked.

For hours and hours.
It was already morning, and we still talked.

I looked at the clock.
5 a.m.

I had classes at 9 a.m.

"Go to sleep, Peo. It's too late already."
I nodded, event though he couldn't see me.

"Yes, you're right.
Good night, Tom"

"Good night, little flower."

***

We debated about Riddle the whole morning and, honestly, I was too tired to even complain about the fact that Harry took the diary from my bag and placed it in his.

"I'm not gonna burn it or something. Actually, I quite enjoy to talk to Tom."

They looked at me with wide eyes.
"We talked a lot last night. He's quite the company. But..."

Ron arched his eyebrow.
"But...?"

I sighed.
"Something is strange."

Hermione watched me confused.
"What's strange? I mean, stranger than it already is."