Draco's Diary
I know. That's a pretty lame title, even if it is for something as lame as a diary. I hate diaries. That's why I decided to keep one. And I know that doesn't make sense, but hell, I don't make sense. Anyway, diaries have names, don't they? Like Veronica, or Belle. So, if I named you Veronica, then I would have to write:
Heey Veronica, or
Sup, Veronica? Or
Yo wuzzah, Veronica, mah man? And that just doesn't seem right. Veronica is a name for good people. I think I need a bad name. For I'm one bad person. And bad persons don't do diaries. So, I could state I shouldn't be keeping a diary. But I am. Why? Hell, I don't know. Should I give my diary a name? I really don't know. Let's see next time.
You know, it's 3 am, and my friend Blaise Zabini is shouting I'm annoying him and I should turn off the light and go to bed. I shouted back he's a bloody damn git and he should shut the – a word my mom taught me not to use- off. I don't think he's listening. You know, one of the boys me and Blaise have to share a dorm with is snoring. Like, really loud. And it's driving me nuts. I think I'm going to kick his arse between now and the next five minutes.
5 minutes later
Okay, I didn't kick him. I punched him. He says he's going to tell Snape. Ha! Like I care! Snape adores me. I really don't know why, because I really can't stand him, but he does. Actually, I think Snape's just scared of me. Of me and my father. Please, don't start about my father. He's in Azkaban. I hate him. At least, I think I hate him. I don't really know, because I don't really know him. But, I'm not going to get all emotional. Because I hate it when people do that. Because, I am one bad boy. People say it all the time. But, only girls say it. And when girls say it, I believe they think that's positive. Girls like the bad guy. Or at least, that's what the magazine said, I once read. It was my moms. Don't think I'm that type of a guy, reading women-magazines. I am a man. I'm bad. And girls love me. Seriously, when they see me, they start to drool.
Well, okay, not all of them. That Weaslette, she doesn't. When she sees me, she makes this sound. A sort of 'hmmf!". It's one of those things girls do, when they dislike something. Oh holy crap. I just stated something. If the Weaslette makes a disapproving sort of sound when she sees me, that must mean she dislikes me. As in, not liking me. Not liking ME! Oh, come on. Everybody likes me. Okay, not like me, because I'm not a nice person, but girls feel attracted to me. They think I'm pretty hot.
Anyways, about the Weaslette, she's changed over the summer. She really looks more mature now. And with that, I don't mean I like her. Please. I hate her, like I hate every Weasley. And everyone who looks like a Weasley. Actually, I like red hair. But not hers. Blaise thinks she's hot. I can't really remember. Let's ask him.
I asked him. He started to curse, and then he threw a pillow at my head. Like, really hard. It almost hurt. And he said, and I repeat: "What the is wrong with you? Can't you just understand people try to sleep in here? For Merlins sake, this is a dorm! Now, ask me about which girls are hot and which not when I'm awake, and not when I'm trying to sleep!"
Pssh…. Bastard. When I'M trying to sleep, he won't shut up! Never! Geez, and that's my friend. I'm so pathetic. Damn, Blaise is coming this way. I really should be sleeping. I'm not scared of Blaise, it's just when he's mad, I suddenly see how much stronger he is. And how much taller. Oops. Catch me later, nameless, too good diary.
Draco
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Do boys like me? That's the question I keep asking, over and over and over again, so often, people might think I'm a brainless little Pansy. Or am I? My mother keeps telling me I look pretty, but, you know, don't mothers always? I wouldn't ask my brothers. Because, Bill: He likes girls that are different. Charlie: He doesn't like girls he likes dragons. No, just kidding, and I know that wasn't funny, so no one has to tell me. Charlie doesn't seem to notice girls. He doesn't have a girlfriend. Percy: Same thing. All he cares about is his school, his career and his reputation. Eww! Fred and George (why do people always seem to see twins as one person? I mean, come on, they still are individuals! But, I guess I'm doing it too, now): they like girls, but no one knows anything about what kind of girls, because they don't talk about it. They only talk to each other. Ron: Please! He totally has a crush on Hermione, for ages, and the whole world can see it, except he and Hermione. They love each other, but they don't seem to realize, so who in the whole freaking mad world would take love-advice from them? Not me… I dated several boys, but I didn't really love them. They just were nice and they looked good. Am I shallow? I really don't hope so. Do boys like me? Am I pretty? If someone knows, tell me!
Ginevra Molly Weasley, a passage from her confused teenage thoughts.
Okay people, that was my first chap of this story. A little bit short, but I need to know what you guys think. How did you like it? DID you like it? Oh, and please don't mind the sucking grammar, cuz I'm Dutch. And, if there are mistakes I make often, would you please tell me? This is my first English fic. Please review people! I really need reviews to know what you think, cuz I'll know whether to quit this fic or write further. So review! And you could save lives… Oh, and my next chap, if there's going to be a next chap, is going to have dialogues. See this one as an introducing chapter. Oh, well, it's 3.10. AM. In the morning. My mom's yelling something about 'get some sleep in you life'. Oh well. Luvvz to the psyched part of the round big planet thingy! Xx-xX Ginevrapsk aka SlytherinSexyGodess
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