Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Harry Potter. Sadly, this means I do not own Draco.

Author's Note: This fic is WEIRD. You have been warned. Some of these things about Blaise are from my story, The Real Blaise Zabini, so if you are confused… Go read that one.

Hidden Thoughts of a Serpent

Chapter 1

December 25th

I graduated Hogwarts 2 years ago, and now I'm sitting in my bedroom at my darling mother's manor, writing in this little book she gave me.

Diaries are for girls. This is a journal, and Mother gave it to me saying "Ever since your 6th year you've had a lot of anger bottled up and I want you to let it all out." And I don't really care.

But if I didn't care, I wouldn't be writing in here…

Let's start over, by marking who owns this.

Name: Draco Malfoy

Age: 19

Blood: Pure

There. Now the journal has been officially marked.

I was going to spend the day with Blaise; we were going to go buy furniture so he can get rid of any hint of his mother in the manor. But, Lisa ended up making him stay in today. So I am alone in writing whatever the hell goes on.

11:24 AM: House-elf runs by

11:27 AM: Mother runs after house-elf.

11:33 AM: Multiple house-elves scurry to the basement.

Until this moment, I never realized how boring my life is.

More house-elves ran back and forth, Mother running after them, screaming. I grabbed my coat and left.

I went to a little café inside Diagon Alley. And I saw something I thought I'd never see. Weasley and Granger sitting at one of the tables staring at each other, dazed. I of course had seen this expression on others many times, between Nott and Pansy, Blaise and Lisa, and my mother and father. But seeing it on a blood traitor and a Mudblood was beyond disgusting.

I sat at a table, staring at the empty chair across from me. When I heard the voice of a female, "Filthy Mudbloods, think they own the place so they feel they can take every god damn chair this place has…" I looked up and saw a girl about 3 inches shorter than me, with long brown hair and ice blue eyes. She turned to me, "Can I sit here?"

I smirked; she had assumed I hadn't heard a word she said, "Go ahead, better than the rest of the Mudblood filth around this place."

She took a sip of her frothy thing… I don't know the names of those coffees, "I'm Kylie Daniels, just moved here."

"Draco Malfoy."

"A Hogwarts boy?" She asked, sneering.

I looked at her, "Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, you have all just gone through so much drama…" She dipped her finger in the whipped cream on top of her drink. "At the Australian Academy we never had the Dark mark floating over our castle."

I looked at her, a half-smile on my face, "Only one person died…" I said, in my own defense.

"The only one He ever feared…"

I shrugged, "At least it wasn't a mass killing."

"But that would've been all the better."

And here I was trying to make her think I was this perfect guy, who hated violence.

"I'm really bored, want to come over to my place and continue this conversation away from the filth?" She asked, finishing off her drink.

"Why not?" I responded standing up and stretching, I looked at her drink, "What is that thing called anyway?"

"Cappuccino."

I laughed, "I see."

December 26th

Kylie is a pureblood wizard, and she's the same age as me. Her parents are both Death Eaters, and she's Australian.

When I went to Kylie's house, it was pretty interesting. We talked forever about the war against the Dark Lord. And how Potter is a total idiot.

We had a lot in common.

But this morning, I was passed out in my flat, I hadn't gotten in until 4 in the morning. I was woken up at 8. Blaise had decided that since we couldn't fix up the manor yesterday, we'd do it today. So he let himself in, and put an ice cube on my back.

It was cold, and I woke up. After casting a couple of spells on him, I walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Hey Draco!"

I changed into jeans and a green t-shirt, "What!"

"Who's Kylie?"

I slid into my kitchen, "What?"

"There's a letter here from a… Kylie Daniels?"

"Cool. Her owl found me."

"Draco…" Blaise looked skeptical, "What did you do yesterday?"

"Since your darling Lisa decided to keep you in all day, I stayed at Mum's manor for a while, and then got bored and went to the café, and met Kylie. She's an Australian witch, and she's our age." I said, casting a spell on my hair to slick it back.

"And that's all?" He asked me, winking.

I nodded, "I'm not you. I don't shag on the first date." I retorted, "I don't even know if it would be considered a date…" I yawned.

Blaise smirked, "Yet you seem so tired Draco, what time did you come back?"

"Four."

Blaise's jaw dropped, "And you're keeping nothing from me?"

"Absolutely nothing." I replied, "Now, do you want to go or not?"

"Yeah… Let's… Are you sure!" He asked me yet again.

"Blaise!" I exclaimed, "I'm sure!"