Hey, Draco here.

My mom says she wants to know what all happened this last week at Hogwarts

the last week of my last year there

but I didn't want to tell her

so she gave me this leather book

and told me to write about it

how I feel.

I told her I didn't have all the time in the world

but she said that that didn't matter

and that I could write like this:

kind of poetic, like freeverse

apparently.

So, I suppose I should get on with it and write about what happened

because I only have a half hour or so to write

before Father comes to wake me for breakfast-

or, more likely,

he'll send the maid.

Whichever.

So, the beginning.

We were eating dinner in the Great Hall

and it was just a normal day so far

a normal day of insults to the Gryffs

insults to the Claws

insults to the Puff-people

just an average day of insults.

But then one insult went too far

and Pansy Parkinson dumped her pumpkin juice on Blaise Zabini's head.

Bad idea, because he's been itching to start a food fight

itching for weeks.

So he launches a piece of pie right at her face

and she screams-

this awful, scratchy sound

it makes me want to run

run where I can't hear it

ten miles away, maybe more.

Who am I kidding

you'd have to be fifty miles away not to have heard that awful

shriek of a banshee

and I was sitting right next to her.

Then all of a sudden

chaos erupts.

The room is filled with food thrown everywhere

multiplied with magic

magically adapted to have perfect aim

which, naturally, amounts in utter disaster.

And then liquid is seeping through my hair

my skin, my shirt

and I am completely soaked.

I turn, and right by me is none other than Hermione Granger

evil bookworm Gryff Princess herself

and she's bent over in hysteria.

I blink the wetness off my eyes and rub them

wipe my face with my wet hands

and try real hard not to sock her in the nose right then and there.

Then I get an idea

I smile real wide

and reach for my plate full of pasta.

I pretend to hug her

and she's really surprised

starts to shove me away

but not before I shove the pasta down the back of her shirt

and then laugh in victory.

And then Colin Creevey is there

of course, with his bloody camera

and he's holding it up for a picture of me

and Hermione, too.

This is the part where it all went wrong-

just as he presses the trigger

or whatever you call the snappy-button-thing on the camera

some glowing alfredo sauce hits it

and there's this shiny red light

that keeps growing bigger and bigger

and brighter and brighter

redder and redder

powerful and more powerful...

until you can hear

and FEEL

this enormous BOOM sound

that causes us all to fall on our butts

into all the food that's on the floor

as if we weren't already spotted and stained enough with the stuff.

But that's not the worst part.

Dumbledore cleans up the whole mess with a hasty spell

since we're all on the ground and rendered speechless

for the moment, at least.

The worst part is that

when I'm standing up again to leave this place

I start CRYING

and I don't even know why I am.