Title: Draco Malfoy's Journal
Disclaimer: Draco-tachi belong to J.K. Rowling. Celestina-tachi belong to me.
A/N: Well, this isn't really a journal. I just felt like writing it. For fun. I'll probably take it down within a few days and start writing clichés. Comprende? :D This sucks anyhow…
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Isn't it simply wonderful how life just throws things at you and takes them away in a single snap? That is what happened to me. I was given the most wonderful present one could ever want. And then it was taken away. At the age of forty-five, I have begun to forget the things that had happened to me. Some, I no longer remember. So as to keep my memories alive, I may as well read my journal. My name is Draco Malfoy. This is my story.
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I can't quite remember what had happened that day. I was three, and my parents had taken me to a funeral…
It was raining, and the sky was gray. My mother was holding my hand, and pulling me into the car. We were all dressed in black. I stared up at my mother's sad face, and asked her what was wrong. She sighed, and told me that her best friend had died, and that we were going to the funeral. Earlier that day, my mother had been ordering the house servants around, making them fix up one of our spare rooms. In a matter of minutes, the walls had been wallpapered in light lavender, and the once-empty space had been transformed into a girl's bedroom. I didn't understand what was going on. Why were they setting up? As far as I was concerned, I had no siblings and had no desire to have any. I didn't ask about that either.
Once at wherever the funeral had been held, I sat impatiently, wondering why I had to be here. There were no children, or so I had thought. A few minutes before the funeral began, a girl just about my age came into the room. My mother stood up. Why should she stand up? She pulled my hand and told me to follow her. I obeyed. It was better than sitting down there, having nothing to do. My mother, Natalia Malfoy, led me to the girl. It shocked me to see that she was crying. She didn't notice us at all, because she was busy staring at the open coffin. I hadn't noticed the beautiful woman inside. She had long black hair, and a pale, pale pointed face. She could have been one of my father's cousins, if she had had the same silvery blonde hair. I focused on the girl. She had the same black hair, the same face. When I looked closely, I saw that she had cold ice-blue eyes. She glanced up at my mother. "Hello, Aunt Natalia. I'm happy to see you," she said quietly. Perhaps she was my cousin after all. Mother smiled down at her. "Celestina, dear, why don't you come sit with us? I presume you've been informed that you will be living with us from now on?" she asked. Celestina nodded, and my mother took her hand. I hadn't been introduced, for which, I'd been thankful. I didn't know what to say. Sorry, perhaps? She was obviously the dead woman's daughter. We sat again, and I unconsciously tried to kick at the ground. A small voice spoke to me. "Who are you?" she asked. I looked at her. "My name is Draco Salazar Malfoy. Who are you?" I asked. Her cold eyes stared into my own gray ones. "Celestina Marie Wallace," she replied. There was a long and uncomfortable silence that followed the introduction. No more words had been said.
Once we were at home, I watched the servants carry Celestina's things. There were quite a lot of them. I could see that she almost smiled when she saw her room full of toys and girl things. It was sad to see her so unhappy, but then again, I suppose I would have been the same if my mum had died.
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Celestina wasn't always so sad. At times, she would laugh, smile, run around, and do the things three-year-olds do. She seemed far older than she truly was. It made me feel immature. Maybe I was a bit more mature than I was supposed to be, too. I just didn't know it. We eventually became good friends. By the time we were seven, we had evolved from being just friends, to becoming best friends. You can say that we were inseparable. After a while, that changed.
Her elbows were propped on my bed. "It's getting incredibly boring. For once, I'm actually excited to go back to school," she said. I rolled my eyes. "Figures Ms. Teacher's Pet would want to go back to school. You've probably broken all records for "Highest Marks". When do you plan to stop studying?" I asked her. "Just because you don't study doesn't mean that I don't have to. Draco, I won't be there for you to cheat off of when you go back to Hogwarts," she reminded. I gave an expression of disgust. "I'm doomed," I said. She laughed. "Don't worry, if you're in a fix, just write, and I'll come and save you." I grinned at her. "Aren't I supposed to be the one saving you? Not the other way around," I reminded her. She fixed her freezing stare on me. "And how, pray tell, are you supposed to save me?" she challenged. I sighed. I had no answer. "I dunno. Maybe I'll find out some other day. But for now, how about we go bully Father into taking us to Diagon Alley? I saw a really good racing broom there last time we went. It's a shame that they don't have Quidditch at the school you're going to," I said. She sneered the sneer that only the Malfoys seemed to have perfected. "As if Quidditch's as important as the examinations and other stuff. And we don't have school houses anyway, not like Hogwarts." She paused for a moment, and I knew that she was feeling bad about having to go to a different school. "Look," I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "If you really hate your school, we can ask my mum to transfer you. It's not like it's the end of the world if you drop out of Rosewood School for Witches. In fact, the only reason you're studying there is because your mum and my mum went there before. Stupid sentimental crap keeping you away from me…" I mumbled scornfully. My only "friends" at Hogwarts were two huge dunderheads named Crabbe and Goyle. I seemed to have made more enemies than friends at my school. Like that Perfect Potter and that pauper Weasel, and their little Mudblood friend, Granger. Sure, Granger was somewhat like Celestina, she got the same perfect marks. But she was just too…different. Someone was shaking my arm. "Hey, Draco, what's the matter? You seem so troubled. Or at least much more serious than usual. What's percolating in your head?" she asked him. He returned her glance. "Nothing. Just busy thinking about Potty, Weasel, and the Mudblood. Same as always. Potter'll trounce me in Quidditch, Weasley will find a way to cause trouble, and he'll probably beat me up some way, and Granger will beat me in every exam so that Father will get mad at me. Plus, Flint will yell my head off for losing the Snitch again. Like I said, same as always," I answered. She smiled up at me. Mind you, Celestina Wallace was anything but short. At her five-foot-seven height, she was almost as tall as I was. And to think that we were only thirteen.
I hooked my arm through hers, and we went off to look for Father.
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"Sixty points from Gryffindor, Weasley. Be thankful it isn't more. Think, next time, before you insult me," Snape said menacingly. I was grinning inwardly. That Mudblood Granger looked so shocked that they lost so many points in one go. I couldn't wait 'till class was over, so I could go write to Celestina. Finally the Gryffindors were paying. Revenge for when they ruined my potion and lost five points from Slytherin.
Dearest Celesti,
I miss you a lot. It's annoying that you can't be here to wreak havoc with me. Well, since you asked, yes, Weasley's finally gotten what he deserves, and I didn't even have to do anything to make him get it. He accidentally insulted Professor Snape aloud, and Snape took sixty points off of Gryffindor, plus, he gave Weasley detention, too! You should have seen Granger's face! Hahaha! She was so horrified! It was beautiful! I have to get to the Owlry before I'm late to Transfiguration. Please reply as soon as possible. Are those snobs in your school still bothering you?
Love always,
Draco
I dashed to the Owlry as quickly as I could, and found my snowy owl, Isis. After attaching the letter to her foot and giving her instructions to deliver it to Celestina, I shoved my way through to the Transfiguration classroom.
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Draco,
Hell, are they making trouble for me? Yes, they are, and yes, I also wish I could be at Hogwarts to wreak havoc with you. Too bad this school's only for girls. It would have been more fun if I had my best friend with me. It's really great that that Weasley riffraff got what he deserved. I noticed that you haven't been hanging out with those idiots Crabbe and Goyle lately. Planning to stick up for yourself from now on? Hahaha! Well, I miss you, too. What I wouldn't give to see you sneer…hahaha! I'd love to be at Hogwarts. Once I get really fed up with those bimbos here, I'll beg Aunt Natalia to let me transfer there. Good enough? I don't think so. As you probably know, I don't get fed up as easily as you do. People say it's a "good trait". More like a bad one. It's keeping me from my best friend.
Oh yes, I know you're fourteen, and I know for a fact that there are girls there…get the picture? Hahaha! You had better tell me when you get yourself a girlfriend! Hey, I have to go. Amalia Jones (you know her. Head of the Snob Squad) is walking past, and she might try reading over my shoulder. By the way, I'll be going to Hogsmeade with the rest of my batch this weekend. Meet you at the Three Broomsticks?
Love, as usual,
Celestina
I smiled at her letter, even though I was quite disgusted about the girlfriend part. As if I'd ever go out with Pansy Parkinson! Yuck!
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That Potter again! He's just getting so annoying. Just today, he "accidentally" bumped into me and made me drop my books, journal including, and almost read my reply to Celestina. So far, no one knows about her except for Crabbe and Goyle, who always forget. My secret was safe. At times, when I didn't know what to write about for an essay, I'd send the topic to her and she's send back an extremely long piece of parchment covered in tiny writing. Voila! Instant essay! She was right. She really could save me when I was in a fix. It was almost Saturday. In a few days, I'd be seeing her again. I was really excited, but hid it under my mask of sarcasm and the like.
Saturday finally came. I tried my best to ignore Potty and Weasel, and to just keep out of trouble until I found Celestina. I didn't recognize any of the girls in Rosewood uniforms. There happened to be a whole lot of them hanging out at the Three Broomsticks. Some were staring at me. Then I remembered that they were from an all-girl school and didn't see many boys that often. God! Where the hell was Celestina? I heard a soft voice call out my name.
"Draco! Hey Draco! Draco Malfoy! Is your brain still operational, or did I kill it by helping you cheat?" a voice called out. I quickly turned around. A tall girl was standing there, waving. Yes, same long, black hair, same ice-blue eyes, same pale pointed face, but there was something wrong. "Good God! What the hell happened to you?" I asked. She seemed far taller, but I was still taller than she was. There was still something wrong. I stared at her chest. Now I knew. There was a smack to my head. Celestina was grinning. "Since when is Draco Salazar Malfoy a pervert?" she asked. I grinned at her. "You never send me any pictures, you idiot!" I growled at her. She laughed, and pulled me to Zonko's. "You said you wanted to wreak some havoc. This is the best way to do it!" She dragged me off to the Filibuster fireworks and the itching powder. "Malfoy, when will you learn? I thought I taught you the proper way of causing a big mess…you don't have to be mean and sarcastic and all that to accomplish your goal. All you need is a large box of fireworks and a good target!" she instructed. She grabbed several boxes off of the shelves, and paid for them. Once we found a table, she began teaching me the art of mischief making. I honestly thought that this was the Weasley twins' department, but what could I have done? Speaking of the Weasleys, they were sitting in the next booth, and they were listening in on Celestina's lecture. They seemed to be nodding and taking quick glances at each other. There was a loud shuffling of feet behind me. Crabbe and Goyle. "Where were you, Draco? We've been looking for you everywhere!" he said stupidly. "I shot Celestina an apologetic look and told her that I would be back, and left with Crabbe and Goyle.
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Once I'd managed to lose those two dunderheads, it was almost dark, almost time to go. When I returned to our table, I saw the Weasleys and Celestina trading pranks and similar things. They seemed to be fascinated with the ways of trouble making that each other knew. I cleared my throat loudly. The red-haired twins looked up at me, and left, but not before shooting a glance at Celestina that clearly said "Why're you hanging out with him?"
I stared at her questioningly, and she shrugged. "I never knew someone else knew more pranks than I did. The teachers only hate me because I cause them so much trouble. They don't care how high my marks are," she said. She tossed me a bag of candy. "Here, I got you these while you were out. Strawberry Explosions. Your favorite, right?" she asked. I nodded, and thanked her. She smiled at me. "I'm still the smartest student at school, even though I'm only a fourth-year. If ever I transfer to Hogwarts, I'd definitely give that Granger Mudblood a run for her money!"
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I was still quite annoyed. Why shouldn't I be? I'm supposed to be spending a day with my best friend, and those two imbeciles ruin everything for me, plus the Weasley twins completely, well, monopolize her…it sort of ruined my day. The only good thing about it was how horrified Potter looked when he saw me having fun with a girl. That look on his face was priceless! Even Weasley was taken aback. Granger as well, just that she had this look on her face that said something like "What kind of a freak is that girl? Honestly, Draco Malfoy?!"
Well, Celestina wasn't a freak. But there was something wrong with her. There was something that didn't fit. It was as though Celestina weren't herself. And what was that strange feeling I got when I looked at her? Like nausea, or something like that. Maybe I just had a nasty stomachache. Maybe there was something wrong with me, too.
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A/N 2: Well, since I'm already sure this sucked, I may as well not post it…oops, too late! Heiress--out!