Draco's Diary

Monday

Today was awful. First, there was Charms. Much to my dislike, we are still practicing cheering charms and somehow I managed to be partnered with Parkinson, of all people. That's not the worst of it either - she cheered me up so sufficiently during the lesson that when she asked me to meet her in our usual empty classroom after dinner, I was in too much of a good mood to refuse! I'll bet she did it on purpose.

Last lesson was Care of Magical creatures - with my very favourite half-breed, half-brained Professor. Can you guess who?
Ever since that Hippogriff attacked me during our first lesson and nearly ripped my arm off, Hagrid seemed to get the idea that deadly creatures were not suitable for our first year of this subject.
Unfortunately though, we are now subjected to something far worse. Flobberworms. In fact, I think I would much prefer having my arm ripped off by a Hippogriff (again) than feed another of those disgusting things.
Although they don't try to kill me (which is definitely a plus), they don't do anything else. At all.

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I don't know how much more of this I can take. I just got back from my short trip to hell with Parkinson. I really hope that the rest of the female population does not kiss like that. I really, really do.
I'm beginning to think there is something wrong with her actually. Possibly, one of her parents was half-dog. It all ads up really - she does resemble one of course, and there is the fact that she kisses more like she's trying to catch a Frisbee in her mouth.

Kissing Pansy is what I imagine a dementor's kiss would feel like. You know... getting your soul sucked out your mouth.

Tuesday

I staged a messy break-up for Parkinson and I today. It was wonderful. Blaise Zabini did most of the script and planning. He was dead helpful actually. He told me what to say and how to say it etcetera.

Unfortunately I think he only did it because he's attracted to me and thinks he's in with a chance. Clueless.

Anyway, the break-up itself was wonderful - very dramatic. It happened in the common room this afternoon and involved lots of nasty names and screaming.
Who would have known that getting rid of Parkinson would be so rewarding... and so very entertaining.

Wednesday

Didn't see the Weasley Weed at all today. This is obviously a blessing.

I wonder where she was though. It's quite un-nerving, not knowing where she is. I mean, suppose she's off having sex with half the Slytherin Qudditch team in a broom cupboard somewhere?

I wish I knew what she was up to. She's flirted with practically every Slytherin there is, regardless of age except for...me. And Crabbe and Goyle (but who could blame her). And it's not like I mind that she isn't into me. In fact it's laughable really. Ha. Hahaha...ha.

Thursday

Someone else seems to have clued into the fact that little Miss Weasley is behaving strangely. Zabini warned me today that Ginny had been asking him several personal questions about me, including what was my favourite colour.
I can't see where that comes into the plan that she and Potter undoubtedly have, but Malfoy's (as I am told) always favour the colour black.

Truthfully, I think green is much nicer. Like the greeny colour in her eyes...

Not that I noticed them or anything. Of course not. I barely notice if her eyes are open or closed actually. Hardly notice at all.

Friday

Today was just like the others. I had Divination with the old bespectacled bat, Trelawney and nearly fell asleep while Crabbe tried (and failed) to read my fortune in the soggy remains of my tea-leaves. Trelawney came over to 'help' and - predictably - I am going to die within the week. Oh well.

Potions was slightly more fun. Snape took 10 points from Gryffindor (5 each from Potty and the Weasel) and ignored Granger's hand all lesson. I must say, the man has style. We were making a type of healing potion for various injuries. I asked whether it could cure stupidity, thinking perhaps that Crabbe and Goyle could grow new brains or something. But alas no.
The absence of Flobberworms from my day was the only thing that kept me going.

I had another strange dream last night. But Malfoy's (can you guess what's coming next?) do not dream. Just like they don't have imaginations. Or impulses. Or crushes...

Saturday

Sunday

As you'll notice, I didn't write yesterday. I was a bit preoccupied.
Some of the Slytherin guys and I were sitting out in the grounds under a tree. Actually, it wasn't just the Slytherin guys and me. She was there. Sitting there - on Blaise Zabini's lap (I once again had the urge to yell out that he was using her to get to one of her many brothers). But I didn't, of course. Then she started twisting Blaise's hair up in her fingers and giggling stupidly at everything he said. She really was starting to piss me off.

And then I knew I'd had enough of it. Had enough of HER. So I caught her eye and looked up at the castle. Then I made my excuses and left, I went back up to the castle to wait for her. I hid in a broom cupboard near the entrance hall and waited till I heard footsteps.
As soon as I was sure she was walking past (and luckily it was her and not Filch and his feral cat), I opened the door and pulled her inside. With my free had I reached into my robes for my wand.

I muttered "Lumos" and the whole cupboard lit up. I thought of every curse and jinx that I'd ever wanted to use on Potter, and I concentrated. Then I looked down at her.
Looking at her was my mistake. I lost my nerve - which is another thing that Malfoy's definitely do not do. That was when I did it.
I kissed her. Softly at first, then...
It was nothing like the dementor's (or Parkinson's) kiss. It was brilliant.
Something about forbidden fruit comes to mind. Her lips tasted like cinnamon.

When I was so ashamed I couldn't look at her anymore, I said: "If you ever - EVER tell anyone about this... little conversation... I'll hunt you down and kill you. Got it?"
And she nodded, so I left her there, alone in the cupboard and went out to the grounds with the idea to drown myself in the lake.
I mean, I kissed a Weasley... and I liked it. If my father ever found out he'd disown me. Not that I mind really - what with him being senile and everything. But it's true, he would disown me. Because Malfoy's do not have crushes. Because Malfoy's do not have dreams or impulses or imaginations. But mostly, because Malfoy's do not kiss pretty, red-headed, hazel-eyed Weasley girls.
But if that is part of being a Malfoy -

You can count me out.