Chapter Five
Uploaded at the request of envy86 because I forgot to upload it sooner, here is chapter 5...
Diary of Draco
By Draco Malfoy
Entry Page five
Friday 1st September
Almost missed train because Father was busy looking at Muggle magazines containing half-clothed women. Idiot. Why look at magazines when one has Mother?
Oh lovely Mother.
Anyway, had to run to catch train. Potter was laughing, so I tried to hex him.
He used shield charm.
Am now covered in warts.
Prefects are all sniggering behind hands, except Weasel and the Mudblood, who aren’t bothering to hide it.
Note to self: I hate father.
Sunday 3rd September
Lessons start tomorrow. Am doing Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Arithmancy, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Divination.
What? I want to know whether or not Voldie and I are astrologically compatible...
Note to self: why am I explaining myself to a diary?
Monday 4th September
I hate school. I hate my teachers. I even hate Snape.
How could he forsake me? I am a zillion times sexier than the Mudblood...
Potter has grown a little. His eyes are so enchanting, they remind me of Mother.
His scar adds a nice touch…
What am I saying? I can’t fall for Potter!
What would Mother say?
Note to self: Mmm…Potter...
I fear for my life.
Tuesday 5th September
Got an owl from Voldie today. He really needs to learn discretion: he sealed the letter with a Dark Mark made of wax.
He is having insecurity issues. He thinks that some of his Inner Circle are planning his murder.
Poor Voldie.
I bet the perpetrator of this awful crime is my father.
Stupid father...
I shall write back to Voldie and inform him of my suspicions.
ONE HOUR LATER
I can’t do it! Blood is thicker than water.
Will have to think of a different way to dispose of father.
Note to self: I need ideas. Fast. Desperately.
Help me, diary, help goddam you!
Wednesday 6th September
Snape has dumped the Mudblood. Actually, I think he was drunk when he asked her for a head job. I knew he was an alcoholic!
I wonder if that’s why his hair is so greasy.
Maybe he has house-elf blood and Butterbeer is too strong for him.
Maybe he is just a hopeless alcoholic who needs a life.
As much as I don’t want to believe it, I think that may be the case.
No offence to any other alcoholics, but Sevie really should know better.
He is allergic to Butterbeer.
That makes it ten times scarier.
I fear for his life too.
Note to self: must stop fearing for people’s lives.
Friday 8th September
Potter smiled at me today! I never noticed it before, but his eyes light up when he smiles.
Mind you, he has never smiled at me before, so...
I wonder if he looks into my eyes full of the same admiration with which I look into his?
Is that selfsame admiration a bond that we never knew we shared?
Eyes. Such thought-provoking body parts.
There are a fair few more thought provoking body parts...
Note to self: don’t even go there.
Sunday 10th September
I am still the Slytherin Seeker. Crabbe and Goyle got new Beater bats today. They are fitted with charms that automatically direct the ball towards the Seeker of the opposite team.
Am somewhat worried. Firstly, that constitutes cheating. Secondly, Potter is a Seeker.
Listen to me! A Malfoy, worried about cheating!
Family values are battling with personal...desires? Ideologies?
Lust?
No, lust is reserved for Mother.
Oh, lovely mother.
She has green eyes.
Like Potter’s eyes.
Harry’s eyes.
Harry. Nice name.
Harry’s eyes...
Note to self: try not to drown in Harry’s eyes.
Argh! Can not help it! Drowning in Harry’s eyes!!!!!!!
Tuesday 12th September
Crabbe and Goyle cornered me today and asked why I didn’t come to their wedding.
They seem to think that "I hate you both and besides I didn’t want to fly to Ecuador" isn’t a valid excuse.
Go figure.
Note to self: need new cronies.
Wednesday 13th September
I could have sworn that Potte-I mean Harry touched my arm today in Defence Against the Dark Arts.
I think I’m going to swoon like an infatuated fanpoodle now.
*swoons*
Okay, am done swooning.
Friday 15th September
He touched me! He actually touched me! In the corridor he was walking past me and I smiled at him and said "Hi, Harry!" and he touched my forehead with this weird look on his face before him and the Weasel and the Mudblood walked on.
I shall never wash my forehead again. Never ever.
HARRY’S DIARY
Entry on the 15th of September (a Friday)
You know what? The strangest thing happened today. I was walking down the corridor on the way to Transfiguration and Malfoy walked past, and he smiled and waved and said "Hi Harry!" and he was being really nice. So I touched his forehead to see if he had a fever and he kinda went psycho and grabbed his forehead and grinned and then he waved at me again, and I was so scared that I ran like hell.
That is soooo weird. What has gotten into him lately? The other day I was smiling at Hermione who was standing behind him and he went INSANE when I smiled and it was just like "okay..."
END OF DIARY PAGE
Well?...
Diary of Draco
By Draco Malfoy
Entry Page five
Friday 1st September
Almost missed train because Father was busy looking at Muggle magazines containing half-clothed women. Idiot. Why look at magazines when one has Mother?
Oh lovely Mother.
Anyway, had to run to catch train. Potter was laughing, so I tried to hex him.
He used shield charm.
Am now covered in warts.
Prefects are all sniggering behind hands, except Weasel and the Mudblood, who aren’t bothering to hide it.
Note to self: I hate father.
Sunday 3rd September
Lessons start tomorrow. Am doing Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Arithmancy, Defence Against the Dark Arts and Divination.
What? I want to know whether or not Voldie and I are astrologically compatible...
Note to self: why am I explaining myself to a diary?
Monday 4th September
I hate school. I hate my teachers. I even hate Snape.
How could he forsake me? I am a zillion times sexier than the Mudblood...
Potter has grown a little. His eyes are so enchanting, they remind me of Mother.
His scar adds a nice touch…
What am I saying? I can’t fall for Potter!
What would Mother say?
Note to self: Mmm…Potter...
I fear for my life.
Tuesday 5th September
Got an owl from Voldie today. He really needs to learn discretion: he sealed the letter with a Dark Mark made of wax.
He is having insecurity issues. He thinks that some of his Inner Circle are planning his murder.
Poor Voldie.
I bet the perpetrator of this awful crime is my father.
Stupid father...
I shall write back to Voldie and inform him of my suspicions.
ONE HOUR LATER
I can’t do it! Blood is thicker than water.
Will have to think of a different way to dispose of father.
Note to self: I need ideas. Fast. Desperately.
Help me, diary, help goddam you!
Wednesday 6th September
Snape has dumped the Mudblood. Actually, I think he was drunk when he asked her for a head job. I knew he was an alcoholic!
I wonder if that’s why his hair is so greasy.
Maybe he has house-elf blood and Butterbeer is too strong for him.
Maybe he is just a hopeless alcoholic who needs a life.
As much as I don’t want to believe it, I think that may be the case.
No offence to any other alcoholics, but Sevie really should know better.
He is allergic to Butterbeer.
That makes it ten times scarier.
I fear for his life too.
Note to self: must stop fearing for people’s lives.
Friday 8th September
Potter smiled at me today! I never noticed it before, but his eyes light up when he smiles.
Mind you, he has never smiled at me before, so...
I wonder if he looks into my eyes full of the same admiration with which I look into his?
Is that selfsame admiration a bond that we never knew we shared?
Eyes. Such thought-provoking body parts.
There are a fair few more thought provoking body parts...
Note to self: don’t even go there.
Sunday 10th September
I am still the Slytherin Seeker. Crabbe and Goyle got new Beater bats today. They are fitted with charms that automatically direct the ball towards the Seeker of the opposite team.
Am somewhat worried. Firstly, that constitutes cheating. Secondly, Potter is a Seeker.
Listen to me! A Malfoy, worried about cheating!
Family values are battling with personal...desires? Ideologies?
Lust?
No, lust is reserved for Mother.
Oh, lovely mother.
She has green eyes.
Like Potter’s eyes.
Harry’s eyes.
Harry. Nice name.
Harry’s eyes...
Note to self: try not to drown in Harry’s eyes.
Argh! Can not help it! Drowning in Harry’s eyes!!!!!!!
Tuesday 12th September
Crabbe and Goyle cornered me today and asked why I didn’t come to their wedding.
They seem to think that "I hate you both and besides I didn’t want to fly to Ecuador" isn’t a valid excuse.
Go figure.
Note to self: need new cronies.
Wednesday 13th September
I could have sworn that Potte-I mean Harry touched my arm today in Defence Against the Dark Arts.
I think I’m going to swoon like an infatuated fanpoodle now.
*swoons*
Okay, am done swooning.
Friday 15th September
He touched me! He actually touched me! In the corridor he was walking past me and I smiled at him and said "Hi, Harry!" and he touched my forehead with this weird look on his face before him and the Weasel and the Mudblood walked on.
I shall never wash my forehead again. Never ever.
HARRY’S DIARY
Entry on the 15th of September (a Friday)
You know what? The strangest thing happened today. I was walking down the corridor on the way to Transfiguration and Malfoy walked past, and he smiled and waved and said "Hi Harry!" and he was being really nice. So I touched his forehead to see if he had a fever and he kinda went psycho and grabbed his forehead and grinned and then he waved at me again, and I was so scared that I ran like hell.
That is soooo weird. What has gotten into him lately? The other day I was smiling at Hermione who was standing behind him and he went INSANE when I smiled and it was just like "okay..."
END OF DIARY PAGE
Well?...