Draco's Diary (It's Secret, Ya Know)

7^th Entry: September 5^th (Morning)

Dumbledore has just been with us throughout breakfast.

I have changed my mind about the man; he's jolly well splendid in my opinion!

He let us choose anything for breakfast, anything at all!

I ate my fill of the best kippers England could offer, and India and Ceylon's finest blends of tea.

Potter and Weasley (male) had a fry-up.

Rather common thing to do, really, gulp down scrambled egg, beans, sausages, bacon and toast as breakfast.

Granger had something called Coco Pops, and after tasting them the other girls decided they would follow suit.

This should make for a good trip, I think.

Me, and some ravishing maidens waiting to be despoiled (except Blaise, and I think I did a rather excellent job of that) with only the three beasts Potter, Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson to worry about.

Granger is first on my list, by the way.

Anyway...

Dumbledore told us to follow a marked path on a map (scrawled on a napkin, and entrusted to Potter's care) through the Forbidden Forest.

I nearly turned heel and ran, only Weasley grabbed hold of me and said, 'You're not going anywhere, pretty boy!'

I am fairly sure that he nuzzled my neck, but I am hoping that is just my imagination.

Dumbledore says that the longer and farther afield we wander, the more chance we have of finding Voldemort.

Hmmm...

Makes sense, Albus. Suuuuuuuuuuure it does.

He also gave us magical "invisibility" cloaks. They blend in with anything, as long as the anything is dark red and sparkly.

I have a strange feeling that we're doomed.

Anyway, must dash.

I have a quest to begin, and all that malarkey.

Tinkerty-Tonk,

Draco the Ruthless Despoiler of Undeserving Virgins Like Granger.

8^th Entry: September 5^th (Afternoon)

Have been ploughing through the Forbidden Forest since daybreak, and met several sights of an unappetising nature.

There was some nut of a girl pursuing a white rabbit with a very cheap looking pocket watch.

Further on, we saw a kid being mugged by three grizzlies.

Granger advised us (very wisely, too) not to get involved.

And further on again, we saw a soggy marzipan cottage with a "TO LET" sign hanging of a mouldy door handle.

Once again, none of us can make head or tail of these strange signs.

On the plus side, Ginny Weasley has collapsed into my arms on several occasions, only to make her brother turn purple with apoplexy.

I had no idea he hated me so much...

Tinkerty-Tonk,

Draco the Disturbed.

9^th Entry: September 5^th (Night)

Stupid quest.

Stupid Voldemort for making a quest necessary.

Stupid Potter for being so damned chirpy!

Stupid Goyle for having overdosed on all my drug stash.

Stupid mother for not rescuing me.

Stupid father for sending me potpourri and warm slippers.

Stupid Dumbledore for going crazy.

Stupid Granger for rejecting my advances.

Stupid Ginny Weasley for the same reason.

Stupid Pansy for hitting on me, left, right and centre.

Stupid Ron Weasley for trying to lick my ear (which he claims is some folk curing legend, to lick the ear of a man with silvery hair to prevent werewolf bites).

Stupid everyone, and everything...and...OOH! Wild shrooms!

YAY!

This dumb quest won't be so bad after all!

Tinkerty-tonk,

Draco the Delighted (Despite Being Scorned By A Muggle Like Granger)