"Are you ready?" McGonagall asked you. She could see the fear in your face.

"Don't be scared," she said with a warm motherly smile. "It will be fine. Good luck!" You sighed and looked up at her, nodding slightly before remembering you were a Slytherin .. why had you come to McGonagall in the first place? You abruptly pulled your shoulder out from under her hand and shoved your hair out of your face, turning around and walking away. leaving the teacher staring after you, shaking her head.

"I'll do it tomorrow .." you muttered, stalking off towards the dungeons, your lips curling upwards at the thought of being that near Professor McGonagall for so long. Out of choice. You mumbled the password and walked swiftly past a second year, knocking him to his feet as you neared your favorite couch nearest the firplace.

"Get up, Malfoy." you sneered, glaring at him when you noticed he had decided to take your seat. Your seat. Nobody ever dared to take your seat.

"You know, I don't think I will." he retored, that annoying smirk smeared all over his face. 'Didn't his mother warn him that his face would stick that way?' you wondered to yourself, rolling your eyes.

"Ugh .. fine then. I'll go upstairs to my room."

"Alright, see if I care!" You rolled your eyes and quickly spun around, almost knocking into Blaise Zabini.

"Move!" you shouted, pushing him feircely out of your way, causing him to stumble backwards as you stomped your way up the stairs to the girls dorm. Slamming your door shut, you plopped down onto the bed, resting your head on your pillow and closing your eyes, trying to fight back tears.

After 5 minutes of laying down, you got bored. Your were about to slide your hand from underneath your pillow when it brushed against something hard. You lifted up the pillow and sighed, staring emotionlessly at the diary that lay before you. A moment's hesistation later, you picked it up and ran your fingers over the top of it, feeling tears making their path down your cheeks. You wiped your face dry and undid the lock on your diary, opening it to the last entry, made just a little more than a week ago ..

February 17, 1988
Dearest Diary,
Last night was amazing. Abso-fucken'-lutely brilliant. I never thought I could feel like this towards him. Not just him, but anyone. Draco tries to hide his soft and vulnerable side with a tough exterior, but when he does let the real him escape, even for a night, the results are .. wow. I'll tell you one thing, I never intended to lose my virginity at the tender age of 17, but his touches were so soft and persuading! People judge him as the son of Lucius Malfoy, and it's not fair. I mean, sure, it's true .. he is very much like his father .. but if the stories are true, then he is so different at the same time ...

The entry went on and on, each word bringing a new tear to your eye until you finally had enough. You grabbed your quill and some ink, violently turning the page. You dipped your quill in the ink and scrawled messy words onto the page.

February 27, 1988
Dearest Diary,
My life is over. Done. Draco is the biggest bastard I've ever met, I'm turning into a fucken Gryffindor .. and I'm scared. Scared of what the results will say. I went to the Hospitol Wing with McGonagall again today and chickened out. Dammit! I don't know what I would do if I was pregnant ..