One Page of a Diary
Alone in the back of the library I sit writing in my diary. At first I never wanted to see another one again, but then dad always says if you fall off the broom get back on and tell it who's boss. So I bought this one and had Percy check it first.
That was the easy part. I just had to tell Percy there was no way that I could match his intelligence when it came to spells. That inflated his head for three weeks, when really I was just afraid that it might be cursed and I didn't want it to back fire on me.
The hard part came three days later when I first started writing in it. The first page has lots of ink drips, just in case, and a very quickly written 'Hi'. Once I saw that this one wasn't going to talk back I clamed down and began to write.
I decided to name my dairy, Josephine. I guess it is left over from my last horrible attempt at a diary. I mean I did start ever entry with: Tom. But this time I decided that my dairy should be a girl. An eloquent girl at that, but at that same time a girl I can know isn't really there.
I told my Josephine about everything. My summer vacation, or what was left of it. Going back to school. How horrible Professor Snape was and is and always will be. I told it about the boys I dated, especially Harry. About each break up. The pages about Harry's ending the relationship is covered in tears, but all in all I understood why and moved on. Maybe when Voldie is dead he will change his mind, but until then I am not waiting for him.
That's why I am in the back corner of the library today. To tell my dairy about my newest crush. It is so much easier telling those pieces of paper then my friends. I was not ready to tell them yet, but I had to tell someone. So there I was
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Josephine,
I love him! Oh, how can I tell him? He's him, and I'm me. Not that those are usually bad things, but right now they are.
He is the hated enemy of my family, I am the youngest and most protected. It would be like Romeo and Juliet (Dad brought home a book on Shakespeare and I just had to read his plays).
Not that it would ever happen. He doesn't see me. Well he does, but only to pick on me. Actually come to think of it he doesn't pick on me just my brothers and their friends. Maybe it's a sign! Or no, it's just because I cursed him on the train that one time.
Oh no! Is it because of that, that he now will absolutely hate me forever now? Well he already did hate me so I guess not much harm there, besides he deserved it.
I know what you are thinking dear Jo. Why don't you just tell him already, the past twelve entries either mention him, or in this care are about him. But I can't. He would laugh and walk away and then I would be the laughing stock of the school. Plus my brothers would go berserk!
Oh what fun it would be though, to walk into the great hall with Draco Malfoy's hand around my waist. The hall would stop and stare I just know it, but I would care I would be happy.
But again I say that he would never go for it. Why would he? He's rich, and sexy, and my mortal enemy so why would he?
But maybe, just maybe he does secretly like me. Maybe he has secretly crushed on me for years! Oh, how romantic that would be! I know, I know, I'm acting like such a girl. I can't help it. I never act like this, except when it came to Harry, and now Draco.
I wonder why is that Jo? Do you think it's because they are mortal enemies that they both excite me. Is my sub-conches getting back at Harry?
And harry what would he think? He would be appalled, and hurt at the same time. Poor Harry! But no, he chose to break up. I chose to move on. If he wants to change the facts then so be it I'll go back with him at any moment, but until then I'm not waiting. I'm going to crush on who I crush on.
It will never happen any ways, so I just might as well tell you so I don't explode from the inside.
I love him.
I Love Him!
I love Draco Malfoy!
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Swiftly an arm reaches over my shoulder and pulls my quill out of my grasp. In the most predictable penmanship it writes on the bottom of my entry.
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I love you too
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I turn to see the retreating body of none other then him. The Slytherin sex god in all his glory. The perfect platinum hair, the back of his perfectly made cloak, the back of his predictable and expensive dragon hide boots. Draco Malfoy in the flesh. He turns and smiles a half smile over his shoulder. That was a good day.
