Dearest diary,
Let me tell you a secret about us, purebloods. We are not only rich, devilishly handsome and intelligently superior human beings but we are also insanely amazing actors! Now when I say insanely I am not talking of my aunt Bellatrix or her husband or anyone like her but about me, my parents, my friends (Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott and Pansy Parkinson) and even Professor Snape!
Want to know why I am talking about our acting talents to you? Some things have happened this week that make me want to share it with you or else I am sure that I will punch a hole in a wall and still be frustrated like hell! Aaaaarrrrrhhhhhhhhggg why did I have to be born in a pureblood-centric family- much less as a Malfoy? Why can't I live like a normal person and have normal friends? Why do I have to wear a mask of sarcasm everywhere to protect my feelings and not get hurt? Why do I have to behave rudely to my love to be socially accepted and continue moving in the circles my family moves? And why can I not hold the love of my life in my arms when she is crying or upset so that she knows that I am there for her?
Is it too much to ask? So much that I cannot even think about such things? Or tell me friends and family about it? Huh! Now I feel a bit better. Ok, so let me tell you what happened this week. Firstly, on Monday Hogwarts resident bookworm (a.k.a Hermione Granger) was upset because the-boy-who-lived-to-annoy-the hell-out-of-me and his supposedly faithful (and extremely poor) side-kick had a huge fight about god knows what (maybe even he doesn't know since he couldn't care about such petty thing)! After all even God must have better things to do than care about hormone-charged boys, right? Anyways, everyone knew that something was wrong today just by looking at her. She did not give anyone her usual smiles or even talking to them. She looked completely paranoid and I wouldn't even have noticed it had she given me my usual acknowledging nod. Yes, after Voldemort's defeat we had been cordial almost to the point of friendly and life was back to good for me. Things for the Golden Trio were, amusingly, normal at Hogwarts after the defeat of Voldemort. Things were looking up for the wizarding world and everyone except for the trio. Scar face and Weasel-boy were fighting almost on a daily basis like an old couple while Granger had taken it upon herself to be the referee and resolve all their fights. Now, while it is amusing to watch two fools battling it out, it hurts to see your newest friend scared to death because "they may accidently" hurt themselves! Yes, those were her exact words! I heard her say it to one of her friends on Wednesday.
And that's when the next thing happened. They caught me eavesdropping! That was when I decided that this was as bad as my week could get. Never in my entire life had I been caught spying on people but my love's talks engrossed me so much that I couldn't take the proper precautions of hiding properly. Hell, I didn't even cast a confusion charm or disillusion charm! Though Hermione didn't utter a word when I was found, her "Gryffindor" friend went on and on about how bad we "Slytherins" are for stooping so low and how we did not deserve a chance to live our life normally all. It is a good thing that everyone doesn't think like her or else I might be rotting in Azkaban waiting for a dementor's kiss! I wasn't even paying attention to her talks; I was more interested in what Granger thought of it all. And the looks she gave me were such that an outsider might have felt that she is my girlfriend and I cheated on her or betrayed her trust in some way. It was her look that made me feel guilty. She has not talked with me since then and I miss chatting with her in the library and passing witty remarks in the corridor. What should I do now?
