I found out the date today. It's the 8th of July 1999, and I truly can't believe it. I've been stuck here in hiding for a year, 6 months, and 2 days. I know for a fact I haven't written in this in a good couple of months and that's mainly because there's been nothing to write about.
Except one thing… and I don't even know if I want to write about it. But at the same time I have to, because no one knows. I at least need to write it so it feels kind of true.
Draco kissed me.
We were so angry at each other, and we hadn't seen each other properly for weeks, and I'd been crying, and he kissed me.
I think I kissed him back.
None of this makes sense. Why does he stir something inside of me? I thought I was numb and senseless. I thought the war had finally killed everything except my body, that I was an empty shell of a person. Well, I am. I certainly look it- we barely have enough food to make it through the days, all of us are nearing skeletal, Draco is helpful but it's not enough anymore, there's no food anywhere…
And once again, I'm talking about Draco. Why? I wish I knew. Where did it all start? I wish I knew. It's just…he's the only one that understands; he's the only person I ever talk to.
For Merlins sake, there's a war raging outside our doors, and I'm babbling on about Draco Malfoy in my diary! This is ridiculous.
Oh, apparently the time is nearing to attack… the tension in the house could be cut with a knife as we wait for the go ahead from Harry. Not much to say on that for now though.
Until next time.
10th July 1999
We've just been given the go ahead from Harry. Today is the day. Merlin knows if I'll ever write in here again.
