Dear Journal

My mother still isn't 'speaking' to me. Of course she has felt the need to write to all of my friends, and Severus, ordering them to make sure I didn't do anything so stupid again. When she sent Pansy a box of my favorite chocolates and ordered her not to share any with me, I felt a small rise of anger but it passed. When I received a request from Madam Pomfrey to come see her I was never the less on edge, and when she mentioned my mother had wrote expressing concern that I may be in need of a mind healer, I definitely felt more than just a flare of anger, and I had never before in my life felt the need to rebel against my parents.

The benefit of having spent most of my life with not one but two potion masters, (oh yes my mother had other talents besides being able to control us Malfoy men) was that I could brew almost any potion with my eyes closed. I decided that if I was going to go back on my oath not to drink, why not make a huge mistake of it. So I brew up a batch of liquor that would make fire-whisky seem like pumpkin juice, while at the same time mixing in a few extra ingredient so I could actually stay drunk for a while without passing out. I initially planned to wait, to test it out on a few others before I tried it out myself, but then Pansy found out and said if the whole batch wasn't gone in the morning she would turn me in to Severus. So I got Blaise and Nott to join me for a round, and it was remarkable how with only a shot we were all just as drunk as if we had drank an entire bottle of fire-whisky. The problem of course was there was no way we could drink the whole batch ourselves, and there was no way I was going to pour out the concoction I had put so much effort into.

Somehow we ended up at a party in the Ravenclaw dorms. I think Blaise suggested it when we took our second shot. I was definitely at least on my fourth when I saw a familiar red head, one that defiantly did not belong to a Ravenclaw approaching. "Ginerva!? Aren't you a little young to be at a party with liquor?"

Nott elbowed me in the guts and Blaise said, "Be nice to the pretty lady Malfoy, or she might go to one of the professors and ruin our fun."

I remember groaning and taking another shot, which hit me a lot harder than the rest. I vaguely recall that Ginerva took a shot, then got us all started on some muggle game called truth or dare. I remember deciding that truth was a horrible option, because all of the questions where about really personal things I had no intention of sharing, and I was drunk enough to worry I might slip and actually tell the truth. I never thought to just not play the game. I just picked dare, and next thing I knew I was I was in the middle of the lake and the sun was coming up, and I was still buzzed, but no longer so drunk that I couldn't think rationally.

I was terribly worried as I swam to shore what I would find, and almost swam back out when I found Loony Luna sitting on a branch in a tree just a few inches from my robes. Luckily I had kept the rest of my clothes on and I quickly located my wand in my back pocket. As I got to a point where I could finally stand, Luna called out, "I think you might want to accio your broom before it gets stuck somewhere in the forbidden forest."

I frowned, because I was pretty sure I had left my broom at the manor and swore off flying altogether. When Luna saw my face she said, "Well maybe it wasn't your broom, but you ought to get it back either way."

I wasn't sure I could accio a broom I didn't remember, but I tried anyway, and my eyes widened when the broom came speeding towards me. I was so shocked to see that particular firebolt, the one I would recognize no matter what, flying towards me, that I forgot to cancel the spell and the damn thing slammed into me, knocking me into shallower water and onto my ass. Luna didn't laugh surprisingly, and I recalled that she was somewhat friends with Potter. "Do you think you could return this for me? I'm not sure how I got it, but I'm certain you will be far more welcome in Gryffindor Tower than me right now."

Luna frowned and said, "I'm not sure why you wouldn't be welcome, Sir Knight told me how you practically charmed the Fat Lady right out of her skirt… but I was planning to go see Neville anyway so I don't mind taking it back for you. Who's broom is it?"

I pulled a glob of mud and sticks from my hair with no small share of disgust and said, "I'm pretty sure it's Potter, and I'm not sure how I got a hold of it, but I'm sure their bound to be some bad fireworks when the Golden Trio find out."

Luna hummed and jumped down, she somehow managed to avoid the mud I had landed in, while also getting close enough to grab the broom carefully. Luna was several feet away when she said, "You should probably get your head looked at." I felt a rise of anger, but then she added, "That's a nasty looking cut and I think it might get infected."

That's when I noticed how terrible my head was throbbing, and when I reached up to touch it I winced, and when I pulled my hand away, there was blood mixed in with all the mud. I groaned and made the rest of the way to dry land. I did about a dozen cleansing spells before I accioed my robes and headed up to the castle. As I made my way towards it I noticed it wasn't just my head that was throbbing, my ribs were aching and the more I walked the more my ankle screamed at me. I could have tried to sneak into my room and just drink some home brewed healing potion, but I was a little worried that Luna was right, no way the water and mud from the lake could have done the cut good.

So that's how I ended up having another painful conversation with Madam Pomfrey about the potential of seeing a mind healer. I'll admit, perhaps if I hadn't been such a bloody arse to her she probably would have given me the good healing potions instead of bandaging me up like a muggle and sending me on my way with a stern order not to go for another swim in the lake. Like I was planning to do that again, really?

Anyway, as it was I ended up being late to potions, and it wasn't till I saw Pansy and Blaise look all wide eyed and worried that I realized I probably looked a fright. Of course just to make my morning even better, I started to feel the effects of the hangover just as Severus decided to be an arse and assign us all partners, which meant I got teamed up with Potter. Potter who glared at me with such hate that it made me wince. I tried to play it off as being because of my ankle, which was in some sort of muggle brace, which was bulky and was already starting to itch. I swear Potter was doing everything in his power to botch the potion, and although I managed to keep it on the right track for some time, when Potter added some random ingredient it literally blew up in our faces.

Potter looked livid, but surprisingly Granger, who had been walking by to get to her desk with some ingredient, came to my aid, "Really Harry, were you trying to kill everyone, adding eye of newt to this potion. You can't prove he took your broom so now your going to kill us all in potions."

Potter looked a bit sheepish, and Blaise, who was doing who knows what, overheard and snorted, "Merlin, you really did it! Bloody idiot now I have to go on a date with Ginny. Mother will kill me if I give her red-headed grandchildren!"

Of course Weasley overheard and socked Blaise in the face, right when Severus came over. He took more points than ever recorded from Gryffindor and sent me and Blaise back to the infirmary, what since Blaise had what looked like a broken nose, and some of the potion had burnt my arm. Such a remarkable morning, and I still hadn't eaten breakfast. At least this time around it seems Madam Pomfrey was obligated to give me the good stuff. Bad news is the stuff is going to knock me off my ass for the rest of the day.

I swear I will never drink again.