PLOT: "I'm only writing to you because Father asked me where the (very expensive but ugly violet) diary he had bought me for my last birthday was, and was very disappointed in me when he realised I had used you as a wedge to keep my desk from shaking." This is the key to Draco's thoughts.

WARNINGS: This will probably contain HPDM (which means Harry/Draco slash) in future chapters, maybe one-sided love, can't decide yet, but don't say you haven't been warned! :)

NOTE: This obviously won't follow the book's plot, or not entirely at least!

Please keep in mind that I'm French, hence the English mistakes! ;)

August 31. 1996

Dear bloody diary,

Let me get this straight, you and I will never be friends. Never. Ever. So don't expect any "How are doing?" or "Take care!" from me!

I mean, you're just a bunch of empty pages. Well, you probably have more conversation than Crabbe and Goyle put together, but still.

I'm only writing to you because Father asked me where the (very expensive but ugly violet) diary he had bought me for my last birthday was, and was very disappointed in me when he realised I had used you as a wedge to keep my desk from shaking. I'd rather not imagine what would happen if he'd discover I actually use last Christmas pink cashmere sweater to polish my broomstick (No need to laugh you dirty perv, I'm really talking about the handle of my broom).

Seriously though, a pink sweater and a diary. He does know I'm a guy, right? I'm starting to think he's getting a bit senile.

Anyway, he thinks it's a good thing to confide my thoughts and my goals to you, to keep some track of my Hogwarts life (so what's the point of getting you at the end of my fifth year? That, I didn't dare to ask). I think it's rubbish, but he threatened me to deprive me of my pocket money, which would mean no galleons to buy my hair-spray, so it's not like I have a choice.

So, whether you like it or not, we're kinda stuck together and I don't even know what I can tell you... I have such an exciting life I don't know where to start...

Oh, yeah. This is the end of the summer holidays. Had a great time in French Polynesia with Father and Mother. Apart from that sunburn on my nose. I hate sunshine. I have a very fragile and delicate skin, you know? And if you ever compare it to redheads' skin, you're a dead book.

Anyway, end of holidays means new term at Hogwarts. Tomorrow, I'll get the train and come back to the biggest den of idiots of the wizarding world. Oh joy! Fortunately enough, I'm there to raise the bar!

I've done a "Do not forget list" so that, as its name suggests, I don't forget anything when I pack my bags this afternoon. Here it goes:

1. My wand. Can always come in handy. Especially to hex Potter.

2. That stupid eagle-owl. I would have rather had a snake. Much classier. But I guess he wouldn't have been much useful to bring me Mother's home-made muffins. I once wished I had a cat, just so that it would eat the Weasel's ugly rat. But his rat turned out to be that brainless Peter Pettigrew. Awkward.

3. Mudbloodinator. That's my stuffed rabbit. Have got him for has long as I can remember. Well, he doesn't really look like a rabbit anymore, as he's lost both of his ears in a fight. Yeah, he's a badass. Well, I always cast disillusionment charm on him to make sure no one finds him.

4. My prefect badge. Can't wait to scare the first years!

5. My broom, obviously. How do you want me to win the quidditch cup, otherwise?

Well, the list's actually much longer than that but I can't be bothered to copy everything out. I've already written twice as much as I did for my longest "Care of magical creatures" essay, and that means a lot!

Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think! :)

Published on August 28. 2011