Dear Diary
I know i shouldn't, but i did it again.I spied on him.I just can't help it, maybe if he stopped being so...hes to great for words really.I just don't know how to put it, but seeing him just makes my heart stop, and go faster, all at once, and he makes me feel, light.
I dont even know what im feeling, i just know i want to see him again.And again, and again.I dont think i can get enough of him.Who could?With his perfect blonde hair, wich he should let loose more often, and his silvery eyes! And his quidditch perfected body.He's a god, and even he knows that.
And just as much as i love seeing him, i know ill never be with him.He's not into my type, muggle borns.
I know diary, i go on about this everyday, and if you had a brain you would be bored of me.
I just wish, some how, there was a chance, even for a little while, for us.For me to be able to freely run my hands along his body, through his hair, kiss his soft lips, with out worry of him pulling back in disgust.
I think he caught me staring at him today.But, then again, how would he?He doesnt look at me.Maybe he was lookign behind me, at one of his many girlfriends.They may be sluts, but atleast they are with him.Lucky ducks.
i really should get my head down from the clouds.There will never be a chance for us, never.If i don't get over this soon, it will effect my studies.heaven forbid i should fail because of him!
But everything about him is amazing.Even his name, Draco.Its wonderful, its got meaning.Draco, in greek, means dragon.But you knew that, ive written that before.
Oh well, bye.
Hermione Granger.
