Let me introduce myself. My name's Carrie Slater and I'm 18. I used to attend Hogwarts, a wizarding school and was in the same year as Harry Potter. Exciting right?
Wrong.
I've hated Harry Potter ever since our 3rd year. But let's not talk about him. I'm currently sitting in my 2 bedroomed flat in Surrey. I live with my best friend. Draco Malfoy. We've been best friends since our first year at Hogwarts. Like friends do we occasionally fell out. Well, I occasionally fell out with Draco. It was like I was there when he needed me at times. Well most of the time. But I love him to pieces as a friend and more so I stuck with him. I think now I better explain our current situation. At the moment I'm writing on my computer. I'm writing this. The story of my life, well the story of my life from now until I get bored of writing on here or I die. Draco's out. I don't know where. He said he was going to a club and asked me if I wanted to go. I said no. I would have gone but I didn't want to see Draco with some random girl in the corner. Like it usually is. Or shall I say a random guy. Yes, Draco is bi. He says he'd be totally gay if it wasn't his love for me. In my opinion his love for me is about as much as someone would love having dog poo on the bottom of his or her shoe. But hopefully he'll have a few drinks tonight and come home drunk. I like it best when he's drunk. That sounds mean, like I don't like him when he's not drunk. I like him both ways but when he's drunk we get to have sex. It's like a routine. He goes out. I stay in (or go out with him, but then the plan doesn't go like I want as he usual hooks up with a random girl /guy as I've said before). He comes home drunk. He tells me he loves me forever and wants to have my babies. Yet when we go to have sex in his room he always takes a condom. Typical. I wouldn't mind having his babies.
Note that we're always in his room. We never go into mine. And also note that when he says he wants to have my babies he really does mean it. He even says it when he's not drunk. (Another note: he doesn't get drunk a lot about once a week, every Friday). Draco says when we're old enough he's going to have a girl and boy, twins with me. I asked him how he knew this and he told me he'd been to see a muggle fortune-teller. I laughed. But he's even named our imaginary children. Daniel and Katie.
Enough about Draco and me. Let me explain the current magical community happenings. Well, for starts Voldemort is no more. Yes Voldemort. Not you-know-who. I can't understand why people say 'you-know-who'. Do they think he wont go to kill them if they don't say his name? But anyway. He's gone. Defeat by the one, the only, Harry Potter and, yes and Neville Longbottom. This event has made those two guys filthy rich and they can't go anywhere without being mobbed. Now Neville. He's all right. I like him. Harry Potter? Let's not even start on him. He ruined all my dreams and hopes one evening in our 3rd year at Hogwarts without even knowing. But we'll save that for another time. I hear the door opening.
I know who it is even without getting up from here. I hear Draco calling. I'll be back in a minute.
Omg.
First let me explain Draco's situation. He's not drunk. No sex tonight- I thought when I saw him. But he looked upset and all-out of place. Very un-Malfoyish. He looked up at me. His eyes locked with mine. They looked troubled. He was troubled. He had seen Harry Potter. Harry bloody Potter. If feelings could kill Potter would be dead by now.
Harry bloody Potter. Has just arranged to meet my MY best friend. Draco Malfoy. What's even worse? Draco's had a crush on him since 3rd grade.