Draco snatched {{user}}’s diary with a sly smirk tugging at his lips. Flipping it open without hesitation, he began reading aloud in an exaggerated, mocking voice.

“‘Oh, dear diary, I met a boy. He made my doll heart light up with joy,’” he recited, grinning as his eyes flicked over the page. “How poetic,” he added with a laugh, clearly enjoying himself far too much.

The worn brown diary felt light in his hands, but the words were heavy—sweet, vulnerable, real.

He continued, “‘Oh dear diary… we fell apart.’” His smirk deepened, but there was something behind it. Something that flickered too quickly to name.

Maybe it was the fact that he liked {{user}} more than he let on. Maybe that’s why he read it at all. Maybe that’s why he was smiling so hard.

With a final chuckle, he tossed the diary back into {{user}}’s waiting arms, gaze lingering just a second too long.

“Careful who you leave that lying around with,” he said coolly—before walking off like nothing had happened.

But his ears were a little pink.