We Are Loved

We Are Loved

Dear Diary,

God, that sounds so stupid. "Diaries" are for chicks. I'm a guy, so this could be, what a notebook? Dear Notebook? No. Journal? Dear Journal? That's more like it. Let's start over.

Dear Journal,

You serve only one purpose. To keep my whiney, annoying mother off my back. She suggested I start this little journal to help out with my "moods". She and my father need to realize my "moods" are they're bloody fault. Oh well, I'm already messed up - might as well wave the white flag and get on with this journal thing.

My mother said, just write what you think and it should help. So, should I introduce myself? Is that stupid? Introducing myself to a blank book? Yes, that's stupid. Well, tonight is the night before I go back to Hogwarts for my last and final year in that hellhole. I'm damn glad I'm getting out of there, to be quite honest. Life at Hogwarts is not a picnic. Potter and his little friends always on my nerves - ESPECIALLY that Granger git, she thinks she's just too good for everyone. Including a Malfoy, that little prat. She thinks she's so clever and so perfect with Potter and Weasley. Crabbe and Goyle have become more like walking, grunting brick walls, Pansy is a blonde bitch, Marcus Flint - well, and he needs to come out of the closet. Disgusting bastard tried pulling a fast one me in the Quidditch locker room. Let's just say he knows better now.

One good thing about this journal is it can keep my secrets. Nobody else can do that for me. I think I might put a spell on it just incase someone tries to snoop.

Well I'm going to turn in.

-Draco Malfoy

Dear Journal,

I'm on the Hogwarts Express right now. Crabbe and Goyle are asleep, so I figured now might be a good time to sneak an entry. I can't let anyone know I have this little journal; I'd never live it down. Diaries and journals are such a chick thing. Why am I even writing in this? My mother wouldn't look to see if I'd written, so I really wouldn't have to write at all. I don't know, I guess it's kind of nice to have something to talk, well, write to that won't talk back or look at you funny when you say something strange. Well, all the girls did quite a bit of growing up over the summer. Even Pansy was looking good, and after breaking up with someone - saying they look good is quite a statement. Yeah, Pansy and me were dating during the last semester of 6^th year and a bit into the summer. I dumped that bitch as fast as you could say seeker when I found out she'd been snogging some git named Pierre on her vacation to France. What kind of a name is Pierre anyways? Well, I could tell she went out of her way to look especially sizzling today just to get me back. Why else would she hem her robes to be at least 9 inches above her knee? How pathetic. She's a slut anyways.

I already dropped a visit to Potty's gang. I got the usual "Sod off Malfoy" Those games are getting so old. I need to think of some new insults. Hmmm...I'm sick of making fun of names - I want to get a rise out of them. I need to pick Granger about her ridiculous hair more. Even though it's become more curly than fluffy over the years, it's still fun to see her get all puffed up. Weasley needs to hear more about his acne. Ha, the little rat is all spotty. Luckily I have pureblood genes and wasn't cursed with acne. Potter, he could use a bit more about his little break-up with Cho last year. Yeah, that's it - get on Potter about getting dumped by a Ravenclaw. Ha! God, how sad is this? I'm having fun writing down insults for Potter Granger and Weasley. Oh well, its cheap thrills. I'm just making things complicated. Complications are crappy. Craplicated. There's a new word. This train ride is boring.

-Draco Malfoy

Dear Journal,

It's already Sunday. I'm very happy time is going by faster this year. I want in and out and to get on with my life. Hogwarts is just too pathetic. All this humane and gentle heartedness rubbish. What do I look like? A puppy dog? I'm a Slytherin god Damnit, not a teddy bear. I don't give out free hugs on command.

Pansy is desperately trying to get me back. She knows she's nothing without me. I must admit it's rather amusing to see her bat her eyelashes like snitch wings at me every time I pass her in the common room. I'll just let her think her little games are working. It's too funny to just watch her try so hard.

Apparently Potter and his gang think they're too mature to get agitated by my new insults. They just turn their little noses up and stalk away. But I could see Granger get red at my taunts about her frizz ball hair. Well, to be honest it's not really frizzy anymore; it's just very long and tightly curled. But she remembers when it was just a bush of fluff, so the insults still hit home.

Dumbledore announced the seventh year ball. Apparently all the seventh years get a huge gala in the fall for their last return here. How lovely. I'll bet Pansy thinks she's going with me. Dream on, bitch. I'll find someone else to escort. Who else is in Slytherin house seventh year? Um, Millicent Bullstrode, I think not. She needs to go with Crabbe and Goyle just because she's the size of them put together. Fae? No, she's got too manly calves. Jasmine? No, I think she'll still be in the infirmary for trying to magic her hair a different color. Felicity? Definitely not, she's grown taller than me. Griselda? Well, she is Swedish, blonde, blue eyed, thin, well proportioned - god, she looks just like me. But she doesn't speak fluent English, that's a definite downer. Charlotte? Too thin. Bernice? Not thin enough. Emma? Shaped like a pear. Christie? Too top heavy. Henrietta? Not top heavy enough. God are there any perfect Slytherins?! Well, yes, there's myself, but I can't take myself to a ball. Let's try Ravenclaw. Cho Chang? Hell no, Potter's ex is not on my list. Jemima? No, I've never seen her smile. Well, I've never seen myself smile but that's a different matter. Gwen? She's a little too brainy for my taste; she'll make me feel stupid. Just like Granger - she thinks she knows everything but yet she knows absolutely nothing about the real world. Anyway...Emily? No she's a redhead, that's not my taste either. Jacquette? Not smart enough. Padma? No, I'd look like a ghost with her. Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors are no-no. I cannot take anyone from those houses to the ball. Well, let's just see if anyone in those houses would be eligible if they weren't in those houses. That doesn't make sense. I'm just making things complicated. Anyways...Hufflepuffs... Susan bones? No, she's got meatball cheeks. Jade? Her teeth are yellow. Bernadette? No, I think she just recently shaved her head. Larissa? Meh, she's just not good looking enough all together. Now the Gryffindors...Lavender Brown? No, she looks too much like Pansy, minus the turned up nose. Parvati? Again, I would like a ghost next to her. April? She wears glasses. Ariel? No she'll be going with her stupid little Hufflepuff boyfriend Justin. Granger. Yeah right, she shouldn't even be mentioned in this list. Well, it's not that she's quite ugly anymore. Her buckteeth got fixed, her hair isn't quite so fluffy, she's gotten some cute little freckles over the summer and she's filled out quite nicely in all the right places. But it's Granger. The filthy little mud blood. She'll probably escort spotty Weasley anyways. Wait - did I just actually think of taking her but dismissed the thought because of Weasley? No way. That didn't happen. I was just commenting that Weasley probably would take her. That's right.

-Draco Malfoy

Dear Journal,

I have four days until the ball and I still haven't found a date. How did this happen? I don't know, maybe I just won't go.

I got into a lovely little spat with Potter and Weasley today about the ball. And they ended up telling me I would never find a date because no one could dance with me, because if they touched me they'd turn to ice. Corny comebacks, but rather depressing when you think about it. Am I really that cold? Yes, I am. I'm a Malfoy what do they expect? Do they think I should run around with "Smile, Jesus loves you!" plastered on my back? Should I flitter about the corridors and give people random hugs, just as an act of kindness? No, I should not. I do not show acts of kindness or affection. I've very proud that I can conceal my emotions, thank you very much. Then, if no one knows my emotions I cannot get hurt. At least that was my theory. But right now I'm hurting and I showed no emotion. Maybe they could sense it somehow. Or maybe, they were right. No Potter and Weasley are never right, what am I talking about! I am always right and they are always wrong. Maybe I'm being irritable because I just want to get away from this place. What I need is revenge, Potter and Weasley are going to pay dearly for insulting me in such a manner. How can I get back at them, where it hurts...well we all know Weasley has had a crush on Granger for quite the bit. Maybe I can sabotage Granger. Or better yet, crush Weasleys little pride. I've got it. I will take Granger to the ball. I don't have a date, so what do I have to loose? Then Weasley will get jealous and I'll ruin yet another day of his life. Sounds like a plan, and fun.

-Draco Malfoy

Dear Journal,

It's all happening, my plan is pulling through. After some persuasion, Granger actually agreed to go to the ball with me. Now I know she's been secretly madly in love with me all these years. Like all the girls here. Seeing the look on Pansy's face will be quite lovely as well. Ha, this week is going to be spectacular! I will ruin Potter and Weasleys day, Pansy's day and Grangers. Well, not really Granger's, I'll make her day - she's damn lucky she gets to go to the ball with me. Life is so good.

-Draco Malfoy

Dear Journal,

I am repulsed. I feel like I am going to hurl. Granger asked me today, what kind of dress robes I had, so we could match. She's gone mad! Absolutely nutters! I do not match my date. What is she playing at? I didn't think mudbloods matched either. I didn't know their taste was that terrible. I know their taste could never equal that of a highborn, but to match? They are awfully over-rated. Anyways, I told her I didn't know, and we are not to match at all. I believe she's acting under the Imperius curse.

-Draco Malfoy

Dear Journal,

The ball was a few days ago. I don't know what to think of it. I want to admit I had a nice time, though; both Granger and I were using each other, so it honestly doesn't count. Apparently the Weasel and the Beaver got into a hideous spat, and Granger agreed to go to the ball with me to piss him off. She wanted to match to put the icing on the cake. I told her I had the same motivation. We both laughed about it. Pansy showed up to the ball with Marcus Flint (he's in denial...) with absolutely hideous leather robes. Plunging neckline, thigh high slit and studs. She's so amazing desperate. She even asked me to dance. I said no. Of course.

When I got back into the common room Pansy threw a fit. And was begging me to please please take her back. Hehehe... I simply told her no and I was seeing someone else. Hehehe, the look on her face was perfectly priceless. Same thing happened with Granger and the Weasel. Granger approached me yesterday, telling me she would like to further her torture on the Weasel and needed my help. I agreed, I would also like to further my torture on Pansy, Weasley and Potter. So now, to the eye of the public, the Beaver and I are dating.

-Draco Malfoy