22/10/1991
Harry knows. He doesn't know everything, but he knows enough. He's already looking at me like I could break at any moment. Like I'm fragile and weak. Like I can't take care of myself and deal with the basics of school and sport.
I really wish I hadn't said it, but I couldn't have him know the root cause of it all, and it seemed like if I didn't say something then Goyle would tell him everything… I just couldn't have that.
I wanted him to stay out of this. I wanted a friend that didn't know about any of my problems, one who didn't feel the need to micromanage my every action or idea. But now… Now he knows, and I can't help but feel that's changed things.
I was a pureblood of a house that's had a long line of people in Slytherin. I was rich and held a good title. I was determined to do my best in both school and sport. Now, none of that matters, because all he sees is a fragile boy who's putting himself in danger just by being on the quidditch team.
Here's to hoping he doesn't tell anyone.
-Draco