Pairing: DM/HP
Rating: M
Summary: The story of Draco's discovery of love, told by him in a journal. This story takes place during their 6th year at Hogwarts. It starts after Christmas.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. J.K. is the wonderful owner of Harry Potter. I take no credit. Only Lena is my own character.
Dec. 26th - 9:09 a.m., Tuesday. Malfoy Manor
Father ripped up my journal, but I luckily had this one under my bed. Welcome to the journal of Draco Dominick Malfoy. Dominick. Is that the name that will strike fear in the hearts of mudbloods and muggles everywhere? I think not. Honestly, they could have came up with a better name. It means Belonging to the Lord, which is horrible. My ass belongs to Voldemort after I'm 18. Shit.
I've never had a boyfriend or girlfriend. I'm lonely, horny, and rather hungry. Potter and I are still at odds, though I feel that since the death of Black, he hasn't been the same. He never seems to be in the mood to argue. I miss those good days.
He hit me again last night; the bruise is still black. Mother is still confined in her room. She hasn't been out of it in two weeks. I may be daft sometimes, but I know that it doesn't take two and a half weeks to have a baby. Father refuses to let me go into their room. Mother already looked bad. I hope she's ok. She may be slightly prudish and arrogant, but she is my mother.
Dec. 28th – 11:34 p.m., Thursday.
The bastard took me to another deatheater meeting. Voldemort said he eagerly awaited my services. Psycho child molesting loon. He is quite ugly and I heard whispers about how he enjoys the company of young men. I'd prefer to stay far, far away from him. Father said I have to wait till I'm 18 to get in. Woopedy-doo. Sarcasm intended.
I sleep in the east wing of our mansion, and mother and father's wing is the in the back of our house. I was walking down the corridor towards to kitchens (hey, a man's got to eat) when I heard faint crying. It disappeared as soon as it began. I'm sort of spooked now though. Screaming I'm used too, but not crying. Night.
Dec. 29th – 1:12 p.m., Friday.
I have a baby sister. Father came and got me up this morning at 6:00 and dragged me to their room. I was still in my boxers, and my hair was less than pretty. I was worried about making a bad impression, I mean, a Malfoy's gotta look good. Once I saw mother though, I realized she wouldn't have minded. Mother was ghostly white, even for a woman who hasn't been out in the sun for 10 years. Her long blonde hair was lying untidy around her eyes, one of which was black. Damn, she looked bad.
I saw a bundle of cloth she was cradling to her breast, and realized that was my new sibling. Father shoved me over to her side, and she looked up at me. She smiled weakly, and turned the baby towards me. It was, well, cute. There, I said it. I just hope Potter never finds out about this. I would be ashamed.
Anyway, Mother told me it was a girl. Selena Elinor Malfoy. I'm 16, and my first sibling was just born. Well, at least my first surviving sibling. Mother was a little older than I when she was wed to my father was, and nine moths later I was born. Kind of disturbing if you think about it. Ewww. I don't want to think about it. My mum has had two miscarriages, and three children she gave birth to, after me. Lena is the first who's lived longer than a week. Mother said Lena was two weeks old and healthy. Her voice was raspy, and she sounded weak. God, I hope she's safe.
A/N: For those who aren't hip on baby name meanings, Selena Elinor Malfoy means Moon Light. I thought that was cute. Draco Dominick Malfoy means Dragon Belonging to the Lord. I thought it was a nice play on words.
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