This is a stupid story my friends made up and I decided to post enjoy
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter (duh)
Dear Diary,
I'd been working on the book all night and I am satisfied with the result it resulted in. It's not all that crazy you know. I mean it makes sense for us to go out…we've been friends for everrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I love Harry. Harry loves me…he just doesn't know it yet. How could you not fall for me…my long luscious hair and my tantalizing black robe.
But I am keeping the frizz out of my hair just in case with the garnier de-frizziara spell. You see, my plan is ingenious…it's a book actually. This book, as soon as you read it, you fall in love with the first person you see. On this afternoon, I will seduce him away from everyone else, tell him to like read it and then go and visit him after and he will be like "oh my god you are, like, beautiful, I, like, love you!". It is perfect!! Mwahahahahaha!! Well, I have always been the smartest of the three of us!! I have to go and study now for my test…if I don't get 300 the Professor might not like me more than everyone else.
Love and Kisses,
Ron xx
later that day…
Dear Diary,
Well my plan backfired to say the least. I mean, Harry did fall in love, but not with me. I don't know if you want to hear this but as I rounded the corner to go and be sexy with Harry (he must have finished reading by now!), I saw him jumping on top of…no I can't say it. MMMMMAAAAAALLLLLLLLFFFFFFOOOOOOYYYYYYYY!! Of all people, Harry Potter has fallen in love with Draco Malfoy. But that was not the strangest part, the strangest part was that Malfoy did not at all seem disturbed. In fact, he seemed to be returning the love. I. KNOW!!. It drives me crazy!! Later on, Harry came and confessed his feelings for Malfoy.
Love and Kisses,
Ron xx
Harry's Point of View
Dear Diary,
In the deserted corridor today, Malfoy rounded the corner to our meeting place, passion visible in his passionate eyes. Our eyes passionately connected, and we glimpsed into each other's passionate souls. I could not contain my passionate self, he was passionately seducing me without even trying. His long blond hair shimmering, his voice rough with passion as he said "Bonjour Mademoiselle" rather passionately. I couldn't help it, I was like a passionate mammal. I leapt on him passionately, unable to restrain the passion that lay deep within me. There we cuddled like two old chaps. We then had tea and sandwiches, before playing a game of chess. It was a jolly day but old Ron was acting a little oddly. He may be slightly bothered that I haven't read his book yet, but I don't see why I need to read it right away. Anyway, I told him about me and Malfoy. He was sad. I said "I still wuv you wonnie, you are my best fwend". He seemed slightly happier after that.
I wuv wu diawy
mwah mwah xx hawwy xx mwah mwah
I am not in anyway responsible for the overuse of the word Passionate :)