Hello all. I hope this isn't too confusing. I just felt a strange urge to write this about a day ago.
Sometimes, I pity myself. But only sometimes.
So... this just happened, if you don't understand anything, feel free to ask.
Disclaimer: I luv the Golden Trio, but I much prefer the Silver Trio (the REAL Silver Trio - Draco, Blaise and Pansy) so if I did own some people from HP, it would be them. But I don't. Yay... :(
Harry
Ron
Hermione
It's Harry here. I just wanted to start off by saying that this whole journal thing (shut up Ron, it's NOT a prissy girly diary That's what you think) (no 'Mione, there is nothing wrong with girls So that's why you changed teams NO 'MIONE SHUT UP I'M NOT GAY) was not my idea. I was coerced. Really, I was blackmailed cuz 'Mione said that she wouldn't help me in Potions for a whole month unless I either a) learnt how to focus in class instead of staring into space (not at Draco Since when has he been anything but Malfoy or Ferret Face? HE HAS A BEAUTIFUL FACE THANK YOU VERY MUCH) or b) wrote this diary. And there is no way I actually want to concentrate in Potions. I simply don't have time for that what with staring at Dr- in space for the whole lesson (YOU WERE GOING TO SAY DRACO WEREN'T YOU? Whaaaat? C'mon 'Mione, don't be ridiculous).
ANYWAY, since I'm supposed to spout all of my sappy and ridiculous feelings into this stupid, dumb, idiotic, absurd, ludicrous book (You do know they all mean the same thing. Big words have no effect on me), let me first kick my friends out of the room before they make this spilling all your secrets thing any harder. (Fine. I know when I'm not wanted. So I'm just gonna take your sparkly hot pink penguin plushie and go hug it in the privacy of Hermione's room. And you both say you're not gay. I'M NOT! Puleeze. You have a sparkly hot pink penguin plushie. Hey, do NOT insult Pickel the Penguin. She's very sensitive. Believe it or not, I actually want to leave right now)
Aah. The beautiful sound of silence. Ok, focus. Now, this feels so weird, I'm like talking to myself. This book won't answer me (I hope). So you probs saw what 'Mione wrote before about me- about me- about me sorta-maybe-kinda-idontknow-itssortaweird-pleasedontjudge liking Draco Malfoy? But only sorta-maybe-kinda-idontknow-itssortaweird. I definitely don't think all day about his amazing slicked back blonde almost white but not a weird white but an amazing white that's groomed to perfection. Or his smirk that is so sexy and infuriating all at once that just makes massive moths flap around in my stomach. Or the nonchalant I'm-better-than-you-and-I-know-it way he sits, walks and talks. Or his voice - omigod it's amazing - that makes me die inside. But I'm still not gay. Nope. Not even one tiny bit.
Anyway, we're both rivals. And it would never happen. We hate each other (sorta. Hey, it is NOT my fault he's perfect *sigh*) He's in Slytherin and I'm in Gryffindor. He's a Snake and I'm a Lion. He's in green and I'm in red. The only time those colours look good together is Christmas time on the tree. Trust me. I'm like a fashion expert. And not just because I'm gay.
I'll sign off now. I'm getting bored of this stupid journal.