At Any Moment

Draco I

Mother must have sent you to me. She's always telling me the mark of a gentleman is that he is literate, articulate and 'a man of letters', whatever that means.

I have so much to write, things I can't discuss with anyone. Things I want. I don't trust Pansy. She's a lot like a Snitch. Small, glitzy and with a mouth that's constantly moving and I find it difficult to catch what she's saying most of the time. Good thing I enjoy fucking her so much.

Mother calls me highly strung. Father says I'd fuck anything that moved - and probably a few things that didn't. Well he'd know.

Like father like son.

So what am I supposed to write?

I thought I'd just open you up and you'd help me get the things I want.

You're pretty useless actually. I suppose I could list the things I want, crave and need and then work through them. A seventh year project unlike any other. I wonder if Professor Snape would give me credit for fucking a Weasley and killing a few Mudbloods.

Mudbloods - that's what I want. I want Granger panting for me. I want her bound and gagged, stripped and loving it. I want to hear her scream my name in pleasure as I rip her throat open.

On second thoughts, I want Ginny Weasley to watch me do Granger, safe in the knowledge that she's next. Oh I won't kill the littlest weasel - I'll Obliviate her and then play with her for the rest of the year...well at least until Ma...

Enough of that, I'm getting ahead of myself. You might just be a blank book, but I don't trust you to know all my secrets. Father would bugger me and then kill me if he knew I knew when the battle would start.

I gave my Master a helping hand with a little (and believe me it was tiny) problem and he told me the secret. He made me use my wand arm - said it had a bit more power. I think he just wanted to be sure I wouldn't chop my arm off in disgust.

Eurgh! I'm never going to lose that image.

I'm going for a walk - see if I can find any action.

Later...

I'm jealous. I want what Weasley's got, besides Abbott moaning his name over and over again.

I had to hide - McGonagall was doing rounds. Snape must have been out as well. One of his shoes squeaks. I backtracked and found a corridor - a new one, with a room off it. I didn't think I'd have the pleasure of watching the activities, but I wanted to push Abbott out of the way to see the weasel in action.

No wonder all of Weasley's women sound like they've had their brains hammered three times a day - they have, trust me I saw the evidence.

This is just making me angry. I'll never get to sleep.

Why did Weasley get the best luck of all?

Stupid book.

The next night...

The page disappeared. I didn't throw it out or burn it. It just disappeared.

I don't like this. I WANT that page back NOW!