A/n: hmm, got bored, and decided to make another fic…

A/n: hmm, got bored, and decided to make another fic…

Disclaimer: I own NOTHING… I wish.

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Dear Diary,

1 August 2008

I wish people understood me, but no one does. No one knows how it feels to be in my place, to deal with my misery, my pain, my suffering.

They all think, I'm a bloody git, who gets everything he wants, who is spoiled, and who has the most perfect life. If only they knew the truth.

My family doesn't understand me, they think whatever is wrong with me, is all fake, an act. They go along with it they say, just to make me think they care, they don't care.

Only one person cares. However, he isn't supposed to show it in front of people. He shows his concern in his eyes, when he sees's me walking in the corridors.

I'm not suppose to have a diary, not suppose to write my thoughts down. My father says its not the "Malfoy" way. What does he know? He doesn't care about me, or what I do.

-- Signing off

Dear Diary,

4 August 2008

Today was like any other day. Full of demands, orders, practices and lectures. My father wants me to practice swordsmanship, I don't think I need it, I have a wand. I haven't written anything in here for a few days, simply because my father has been monitoring me, using the house elves, to make sure, that I "threw out that rubbish," you aren't rubbish.

Look at me talking to you, as if you're a person. I know you aren't, however, I do need someone, something, anything to tell about my days, my problems, everything. These medications I feel are simply not helping it seems. I wish I had someone here to talk to, who would actually talk back to me.

I must cut this short, my father is coming into my room, trying to use a prying spell.

-- Signing off

Dear Diary,

11 August 2008

Today is a wonderful day! I am so happy, so excited, just beyond happy. I got to leave the manor, and see one of my friends today, it was great.

I saw Pansy. She and I get along more now, since she announced that she is lesbian. Her mom likes me, cares about me, and yet knows nothing that is going on here.

Pansy knows, but she can't do anything about it. I swore her to secrecy so she is not allowed to tell anyone. Blasie knows, but she can't discuss it with him.

Since her mother likes me, she got me a pack of cigarettes. It's my stress reliever, she knows it is. Pansy smokes them with me, we always joke about things.

Later on, Pansy mother came outside with me and Pansy. She brought out, cookies and lemonade. She also brought out some marijuana and a pipe to smoke it from.

She has a prescription to smoke it, because she suffers from back problems. She likes to share it with me and Pansy. So we did smoke it with her.

After smoking, we had our cookies and lemonade, which was a great munchie. If my father knew what I do when I go over to Pansy's he'd shit a cauldron.

I must be going; my father is coming in to make sure I took my vitamins before bed. In fact I should really be dressed for bed, good night.

-- Signing off

Dear Diary

14 August 2008

Today sucks. It's raining, and I'm stuck inside. I'm not allowed to go outside to ride my horse, or do anything outside.

I guess there isn't much else to say. Other than, my father and mother aren't home for the night. However, I'm being "babysat" by the house elves.

-- Signing off

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A/n: So, whatcha think so far? Harry will be coming into it soon. Hermione will as well! Ja ne!