Dear Diary,

Detention was absolutely horrible. My detention partner was that prat Pansy. The silly girl was climbing all over me despite my desperate tries to tear her off of me. I look like a leech sucked all my blood, she left welts all over my neck. Attacking me, pushing me up against a wall and covering me with passionate kisses - that only reeked of cabbage. She told me that I could never understand how much she loved me and that Hermione was going to curse the day she was born. She was wearing Hermione's bracelet on her wrist too. Then she pranced off, giggling her nasty, pug face off.


Ginger-bee was there too, looking heroically smug. Which just makes me want to curse him. I'm not quite sure, but, I bet any flavor bean it had to do with my Hermione.


I keep thinking about the night we laid underneath the stars and watched them all night. Hermione with her curly, messy, thick-brown hair tickling the side of my face. Her hand clasping mine. She had pushed me down, my back against the crust of the earth, my chest rising up and down, as she kissed me. Her lips felt cool against my own, moist and succulent. Silently, underneath the wan of the summer moonlight she continued to kiss me, running her gentle hands up and down my chest, kissing my bare neck and biting it gently with her teeth. Then she nibbled ever so softly on my left ear and whispered so softly, I thought I had mistaken what she said,

"I want you Malfoy." I didn't believe it at first. I didn't think she'd want me. Not with the way I've treated her before. I guess I was wrong... I've never been so in love in my life.

- Yours truly, the troubled Draco Malfoy.