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She knew it wasn't a normal book the moment she saw it.
Somehow it had ended up in her belongings, likely when Malfoy had collided with her in the halls. That exchange alone had been incredibly unnerving. Malfoy had apologized and helped her to organize their things. His attitude towards her all year had changed considerably, though she had no idea why. His father hadn't even been unkind to her in Flourish and Blotts, instead sneering at the Weasley clan and Harry, but eyeing her with seeming indifference.
It was suspicious.
Tentatively, she flipped the dark leather bound journal over and read the name near the bottom. The gold letters were faded to the point where she could hardly read them, but she managed to make out "T….i..le". She flipped it back over.
Judging by the condition of the book, she assuming it was very old, and perhaps very treasured in its prime. Though that didn't explain why Draco Malfoy would have put it in her things, assuming he did so intentionally.
Her gut told her it was intentional.
Her gut also told her to take it to McGonagall and be done with it, but she found herself flipping the journal back over and opening it instead. All the pages were blank. She frowned.
Why would someone have a journal with their name imprinted on the back and never use it? If such an item were a gift and had gone unused, wouldn't they have put it somewhere safe, such as a bookshelf or a desk drawer? Their school trunk, even?
She checked out a spell book from the library with spells well above her year within its pages and tried several revealing charms, but none of them worked. She researched possible potions or mixtures that would reveal charmed ink only to find out that the potions were eventually turned into the charms she had already tried.