Title: The Ramblings Of The One And Only, Draco Malfoy

Summary: Enter inside the mind of the vain but handsome Draco Malfoy as he learns to deal with one of the toughest things in life. Love.

A/N: Beware of extreme and I do mean extreme OOC. Besides that and a lot of exasgeration, enjoy!

Dear Journal,

This, as you can obviously tell, is my first entry of my journal, not diary! There is a mighty difference between a diary and a journal, if I may say so myself. A journal is manly but even so, I Draco Xavier Malfoy, have been forced to use one! Make no mistake thinking that this was within my own free will, or else I'll be forced to kill you. Yes, you heard me; I repeat, this was absolutely not within my free will. You may ask who has such supreme power of forcing me to do such a thing. This dia-journal I received was from my boss, Mr. McFlurry. But before you come to any conclusions, I will tell you this! I will not write about my problems and emotions!

Signing off,

The Handsome Devil (being creative instead of using my name…)

Half an hour later

Dear Journal,

You must have now realized by a page or two that the world and everyone in it are envious of me. I have amazing and beautifully masculine features that would make a god turn away in shame. I am one of the richest men in England and people dare say that I have problems. But it doesn't stop there! I have the mind of a genius, why else would I be working in the Ministry of Magic while that Granger is working at a bookstore?

I live a dangerous life, you know. I can never live a peaceful life as people always send their assassins into my homes (okay maybe more like Zabini and Pansy) and I rarely get any quiet (ever since I've had that annoying loud neighbor a few weeks ago).

To show my generous side, I will write down on this page the people I hate the most.

The-Boy-Who-Has-An-Ugly-Scar-And-Is-Still-Unfortunately-Living

Now, you may ask why I hate the very person who saved the Wizarding World from Lord Voldemort. I have two things to say. First of all, we never asked him to do anything. Go hug trees and stop tree cutting for all I care. Or why not fight for house-elves rights? Oh no, wait one minute, Granger is still doing that, never mind.

Anyways, all that stuff about a prophecy is a load of crap I tell you! For all we know, it could have been some idiot who made the whole thing up like that pesky little Weasley. I doubt he knows how to read so scratch that out.

Third of all (I know that I said that I have two reasons but just follow me here, will you?), I personally think that the world would have been a better place without Mudbloods. Ha! The way they strut around like they know the place.

Ronald Weasley, also known as "The Dumpster King" (intelligent, no?)

To simply put into words, he is large, huge, in the way, has big feet and is the best friend of him.

Granger, also known as "Cavewoman" (I wouldn't be surprised if her hair was actually an ugly hair monster but that's another story that I'll get to another day

She's a Mudblood and she's too smart for her own good. Lately I've been receiving in the mail these pamphlets about freedom rights for house-elves and I am certain that she's behind it. I can picture it perfectly well.

Well, I must leave you now. I still have those pamphlets to curse and send back to the owner.

Signing off,

The Handsome Devil (I find that this suits me very much)

A/N: I know it's incredibly short, but it's just a little prologue. I was curious if people like it or not, and if I should continue.