I'm back for another year at good, old Hogwarts.
Summer was amazing, but living with Harry and Ron together was starting to drive me crazy. Just a little bit.
…Ok, a lot bit.
But I guess I'm used to it by now because of the six buffoons I've grown up with. When I say buffoons, though, I mean it lovingly, especially when I talk about Ron. Ron isn't too bright with schoolwork, can't play Quidditch very well, and has the emotional understanding of a cow. Yep, he's a champ.
And then there's Hermione. Don't get me wrong, I love the girl to death. (Have you ever thought about what that actually means? I love her to death. Why do we say that?) She's the sister I never had…the annoying sister I never had. We have the kind of relationship in which I amuse myself by making outrageous suggestions to her and watching her mortified expressions. She's a hoot.
Harry and I have some interesting history together. Well, actually, embarrassing is probably a better word for it. See, I had this psycho crush on him when I was younger. It's actually funny, now that I think about it. I don't know why I would have ever liked him like that. I was young and naïve, what do you expect?
And now I'm going to talk about someone that you'd never me talk about : Draco Malfoy.
I know three things about Malfoy: He's an arrogant, self-absorbed jerk, he hates my family with a passion, and I'm madly, deeply in love with him.