Chapter Two

Jun 10, 2005 00:31

Here it is...enjoy.



Diary of Draco

By Draco Malfoy

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Monday 28 June

Mother is still acting strangely. Asked her what tampons are. She blushed and sent me to my room. Why does everybody hate me? It's not fair!

Note to self: Kill God.

Tuesday 29 June

Mother is acting normally again. She made me waffles and mint tea. Mother is very nice.

Father is behaving weirdly. He keeps looking at mother's rear when she is bent over. I don't know whether or not he used to do this. Am scared. I fear for his life.

Father summoned me to his study today. He is frowning. What have I done this time? I tell him to leave me alone.

Am now grounded for a month.

Note to self: Kill father.

Wednesday 30 June

I got the dark mark today. Voldie eyed my exposed forearm strangely. He's been doing this often lately. I found myself staring at the underside of the arm he raised when he gave me the mark.

Something is happening to my brain. Damn you, Potter!

Note to self: Kill Potter. No one will miss him anyway...

Friday 2 July

Mother took me to Diagon Alley today to get my stuff. I wanted a Firebolt, but they were sold out. God hates me, me, ME!!! Mother got me lots of expensive dark magic stuff instead. I love mother, especially when she’s in the shower...

What am I saying! I can’t perv on my own mother! Even if she is soooo beautiful, with the sexiest legs...

Note to self: I am insane.

Saturday 3 July

As I write this, strange noises are coming from my parents' room. I think father is attacking mother, because he's grunting, and she's groaning...

He will mutilate my mother's legs! I must save her!

*Diary is put down as Draco rushes towards his parents' room and throws the door open. Screams are heard.*

*Draco returns, paler than usual.*

I can't believe what I just saw. I refuse to believe that my father still drinks breastmilk...I also refuse to believe that my mother would feed him.

Another thing: does Father always drink milk with his trousers down?

Note to self: Experiment with this new method of drinking milk.

Sunday 4 July

I have just realised something. My father was not drinking breast milk last night. He was...he was...what the hell is wrong with me? I can't even write it down. Father and Mother were having S-E-...X, just like they did on the night I came to be...ooh, not good. Don’t go there. Gross mental images...

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~Jay~

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