Dear Diary,

Father has already started planning Pansy's and I's wedding. He is filled with the utmost joy and I, the worse kind of fuckin' unfathomable fear known to any magical witch or wizard. Marry Pansy. No one in their right mind would ever marry her. Except Father, but, he's not right either.

The two are two of a kind. They should be planning their wedding. If this actually goes through, the next thing Pansy will be planning is my bloody funeral!

Our wedding is to be in three months time. Pansy is overjoyed and demanded I wear a flamingo-pink tuxedo, and in those exact words

Diary. I swear, she's not even witch or human, or muggle. She's worse. She's a monster.

Mother was sent into a fit of unstoppable tears at the news. I've never seen my mother cry like that. Not ever. Not even the day I came home from school first year.

I couldn't tell if they were tears of sadness or joy. Father and I have not seen her since. I get the eerie feeling, they were tears of sadness.

Other news include, Pansy making out with me until I escaped her. Pansy squeezing me in a tight hug. Pansy eating loudly and trying to force feed me, moving the spoon like a muggle airplane - like she were feeding a baby.

I am not her baby.

I am not her fiance! I will not be her happily wedded husband, her or I will have to be a widow!

Snape came over briefly and talked with my father. Disapproving of this arranged marriage, thank the lord. Father took it into consideration, but, I could see he was questioning the motives behind Snape's persistence.

Later this afternoon, I sneakily snuck into the library when Hermione came to confess to my father. I hid behind the large, green tapestry of our family geneology. I was almost caught by the house-elf. But, he was too distracted that we had a mud-blood in our home to notice me hand sticking out from behind the tapestry. I had just enough time to move it before he left the room again and my father came storming in, Hermione behind him. In her short, school girl outfit. She looked yummy. I found myself wondering if she was even wearing her underwear or bra - or had she given them to Crab and Goyle earlier. Had they demanded them on the spot? The questions killed me. I had to know.

"I'm sorry I gave your son a love potion." Hermione had said, "I love Draco. It will never happen again." She had said through a fit of what I can only describe as a fit of hysterical sobs. It was very believable. My Father backhanded her and if I hadn't been stuck behind the bloody, effin' tapestry, I would have given myself up, vexed Father and run away with Hermione right on the spot. But, my stupid leg got caught in the spoke.

My Father stormed out of the room, heaving with anger, fume broiling out of either nostril. He wiped his hand on his coat and muttered something incoherent and left Hermione in the library with a red welt across her soft, beautiful face that haunts all of my dreams. She turned to leave, a few real tears streaming down her face and I felt it was safe enough to call out.

She came running over and helped me get unstuck from the tapestry with a quick spell. She's so clover. I was going to ask her about Crab and Goyle and if she was wearing her underwear when she caught me off guard.

Everything went blurry from that moment on. I think I might have blacked out from shock. I still feel woozy.

Hermione told me she is pregnant.

Dear Lord, what have I done.

Father can and will never know about this. I wonder if Harry or Ron know? Surely they must, their three peas in a pod. It'd be hard not to tell your best friend was pregnant.

Diary,

It's me. The Dead Malfoy boy.

Mother was in a fit of sniffles because she knew about Hermione. Hermione had contacted her two weeks ago with the news. I guess this explains why Hermione has been all over the place emotionally. I'm scared. I don't know what to do and now we are to have a baby and I'm to marry prissy Pansy. I think I should fake my death. This seems the most sensible call of action.

I'm not sure if I can pull it off, but if Crab & Goyle can be bargained with bra's and underwear. I'm sure we can figure out something.

- Yours truly, Malfoy.