Diary of Draco Malfoy
First of all, this is NOT a diary. Just because the cover says 'Diary' on it, it is not. It is a journal. For me, Draco Malfoy. And hands off, this is mine! One touch and I shall hex you, no kidding. So do we have an agreement? Of course we do.
Dear journal,
Ah… I have no idea what to write. Mother sent me you as a birthday present (worst present ever!) as a tool for me to… express my feelings in a more civilized manner. Frankly, I have no idea what she meant by that. I, Draco Malfoy, am the most civilized person I know. Sure, I hex and curse others, especially Potter, for the fun of it, but I am noble. Oh well, I can't return you. It would just hurt Mother's feelings. And Father's… if he cared in the first place. Things had been peaceful after the defeat of the Dark Lord. Potter just had to prance around the school like a freakin' savior. Sure, he was the one who defeated the Dark Lord, but he did not bloody have to act so arrogant about it!
Granger called me a pot (a pot!) who is calling the kettle black. Fancy her, comparing me to a pot of all things. I might as well be the best-looking pot in existence. And she clearly needs to stop saying all those strange Muggle phrases.
Back to Potter, he is such a git! I hate him, I detest him, and I abhor him! Do NOT bring up the fact that he rescued me from a raging fire (literally) a few months back, journal. You are on my side. I still hate him. I hate everything about him. Yes, everything! God, journal, you are as slow as Longbottom, perhaps slower. I detest him so much that my list of why I hate him would never end. I hate his arrogance; acting oh so freakin' humble around others, but I know how he really is. That bloke only wants attention.
And I can't believe he even attracted more girls than I did! Ever since the war ended, girls have been trailing after him like lovesick puppies. Oh the horror! That fool had the audacity to steal my spotlight. Just because he is tall, has the messy-like hairstyle or those green, sparkling emerald (or maybe jade)-like eyes… Ah! What am I saying? Or writing, for that matter. Journal, I am losing my mind. And don't you DARE mock me. You have not heard the worst.
One day in Potions Class, the new professor (don't remember his name) paired Potter and myself together! I swear, I think hell just froze over. No way am I going to work with him of all people! But apparently, we had to. And the idiot is CLUMSY! Once or twice (hundred), he fell and tripped (maybe it was due to me since I am the one who purposely stuck out my foot) in class. For someone who defeated the Dark Lord, he is ridiculous. And I cannot count how many times his hand accidentally brushed mine…
I did NOT enjoy it, journal! I washed my hand FIVE times after the incident. I BLOODY WELL DID. It was not as if his hands were rough, though, like expected them to be. In fact, they were rather soft- Oh hell! Journal! I am NOT smiling as I wrote this! You must be blind (seeing as you have no eyes anyway). You stupid book. Quit mocking me! Mother must have cursed you or something to make me write such ridiculous things. I am going to talk to Mother about this. And no, I am not some mama's boy! How DARE you!
To make it clear, I DO NOT LIKE POTTER. I DON"T.
No! I do not bloody LOVE him! Shut up you lunatic book!
Yours truly,
D.M
JOURNAL, I DO NOT LOVE THAT POTTER. QUIT SMILING! I AM NOT GRINNING NOR AM I BLUSHING!