Disclaimer: All characters and several events belong to the genius of Joanne K. Rowling. So don't sue me!
September 1, 1991
Dear -Di- Journal,
My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy and I think this is stupid. Writing in a book…about innermost thoughts? Sounds like asking to be blackmailed if you ask me. I'm writing this as Pansy glares at me contemptuously. She gave me this infernal book last year for my birthday and just threw a tantrum about how it was in the bottom of my trunk, untouched. So, to escape the hormonal girl, I decided on the lesser of two evils: this journal. And let me get this straight. NOT DIARY.
Okay, so as a journal, I suppose I'll recall my day… If I make it too short, Pansy will probably murder me. She may seem sweet, but she has her twisted ways. (Cue shudder)
So I guess I'm not as excited as you would think. "Yay, school" euphoria disappeared when I realized what this all is: me hanging out with people I already know, learning from some people I don't know, sneering at some people I don't know, so I can grow up and join the Dark Lord like my father wants me to. All excitement killed rather efficiently.
Though it was kind of cool to know I really am the richest kid around… Well, other than that Justin Finch-Fletchey, but how can he count if he's just a Mudblood?
On the Hogwarts express, Harry Potter was famed to be on the train. So, at great personal expense, I went over to his compartment and gallantly offered my hand, forgiving him for seating himself with a weasel and a mudblood. He was inexcusably rude, dismissing me as if I were a sea slug. Ugh. Well, I'll show him that you don't mess with a Malfoy.
In fact, I saw him before school started at Madam Malkins. He had seemed to have manners then, but I didn't have an opportunity to ask his name. Now that I think about it, he seemed to despise me to a certain degree even then.
Then, I went over to that soiled Sorting hat, with the mindset that I WAS going to Slytherin because if otherwise, one, my father will avada kedavra me on the spot, and, two, the choices aren't that good, like Hufflepuff and Gryffindor? Nauseating. Though I suppose Ravenclaw might not be too bad, but let me repeat: my father will certainly green-flash me.
I still haven't convinced Father to get me a broomstick, though not for lack of trying. "Nimbus 2000! You can't even ride this year!" or something like that was reverberating in my ears all summer. At least I can show off in front of my fellow Slytherins on a broom during the inevitable flying lessons.
Greg and Vince are keeping really close to me. It was kind of annoying at first, but they might turn out to be useful. Brainless brawn gets things done.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
A/N: So what do you think? This is my first fanfiction, so I welcome all feedback. There are more interesting bits in store!
