Disclaimer: Read the Harry Potter books. Whatever sounds like JKR is hers. Whatever sounds like me is mine. (For example: the poem is mine)
February 14, 1995
Dear Journal,
Boy I hope I don't sound stupid.
But this is me trying to please Cupid.
Also Known As Pansy
Whom I kind of fancy.
Teddy suggested a poem or something
So I took his advice on this... um... thing
Maybe I'll start with some compliments?
Okay... even though she stocks up on condiments
She's still not fat
And I'm cool with that
That's not really vital, though
And this poem is being really lame, so...
She's nice to kiss.
Though I'm not the person to ask since she's the only one on my list.
Of kisses, I mean
But she's probably good for an aspiring teen
Ooh big words
Now all I have to do is talk about flowers and birds...
Pansy is a flower
I've never really smelled one, but it's definitely not sour
because then how could that be her name?
I'm getting better at this game.
Teddy, stop insulting my masterpiece.
Don't be so critical, sheesh!
It's called an near-rhyme
Like near-homonyms. It's all sublime.
I hope she likes this
and that Teddy's judgment is a miss
But I'm also half taking his advice...
Gah nothing about this is nice.
Except for you.
(I mean Pansy) Another point for me! Woohoo!
Love, DLM
P.S. You (Pansy) are an awesome gem
February 21, 1995
Dear Journal
Sorry if my poem confused you. That wasn't really meant for you, book, so that's why I had parentheses (which I took off when I wrote it for her). Anyway, Pansy liked it so much that she threw her arms around me again, before wrenching apart just to cry out, "That was the stupidest thing I have ever read in my life! You are so sweet!" I pushed her off my lap and crossed my arms, my pride slightly injured.
She yanked at my arm, grinning at me like at a three-year old, and said, "Draco, it was really cute and well-meant, isn't that enough?"
"But why is it stupid?" I insisted, causing Teddy to roar with mirth.
"Well... it had absolutely no regard to syllables. And the language wasn't exactly eloquent. And you went from talking to me in third person to second person. But it was so you!" I was still unimpressed. "It's much better than if it had been a perfect poem. Because you, my dear, are not a poet. And my boyfriend, the only one I would want a poem from, is not a poet. And a poet, my dear, is no match for the supreme prowess present in my unpoetic boy. Happy?"
"Okay,"
DLM
February 22, 1995
Dear Journal,
The Second Task. Poof.
I'm not really sure about the whole egg thing -No one tells Slytherins anything except Slytherins (and maybe Pansy).
But anyway, so Potter was late. The whole school was present, not to mention a few others, but a champion himself is late. Well, a mini-champion, you could say.
The three seventh years pointed their wands at themselves before diving in- Diggory and Fleur both gave themselves Bubble-Head Charms, while Krum transfigured his head into a shark. Potter, however, just waded in the water and shivered, and the Slytherins as well as many more of the crowd couldn't help but laugh at his odd helplessness. Had he deciphered the egg at all? Suddenly, I thought something invisible had slashed his face because there was flesh on his neck that looked oddly inflamed and Potter was having problems breathing -for a moment I worried/fantasized that he was dying- until he dived into the lake behind the others.
And then we could see nothing. It was very confusing, a task such a this, that we would all gather out here just to stare at the slightly churning surface of the lake. So, to occupy our time, Bagman sung to us (it was rather horrible and comical simultaneously) what the egg had apparently "said" underwater, explained it, and then allowed us to wait for the champions to arrive, providing refreshments that were Summon-able to all who want them. However, after waiting only half the time that Bagman had guaranteed (some 45 minutes after the start), Fleur Delacour emerged, terrified and shrieking. To the audiences horror, about a dozen grindylows were latched onto her, and she was frantically trying to dispel them with none too much success. With an ominous *glub,* she disappeared from view, and soon enough the chattering and general "public gathering" feeling returned, but only as a facade as we wondered what the other champions might be facing beyond our sight, beyond the sight of the wizards here to protect the champions from death...
And then 22 minutes later, he came, and the Hogwarts mass screamed for joy. Cedric Diggory had emerged from the lake, carrying Cho in a tight embrace (many girls -not including Pansy- sighing to be her) and raising his tired, bubbled-head in triumph. Second to return was Fleur, but it was not as heartwarming: her robes were torn everywhere, her usually magnificent hair was scattered, her eyes were red with tears, and she was bruised and cut everywhere. She was in such a state that the sight of her made Pansy gasp, fighting frantically with Madam Pomfrey, "I HAVE TO GET BACK! GABRIELLE IS DOWN THERE! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME? IS MY ENGLISH TOO ACCENTED FOR YOU? LET ME GO!" she screamed in a way that still managed to be heart-breaking rather than demented.
Finally, Madam Pomfrey forced her into submission, trying to explain that her sister would be fine, she was not allowed to return to the water for the purposes of fairness. The most that Delacour could do with the firm, maternal woman was scream more "THERE ARE 'ORRIBLE BEASTS THERE! SHE COULD BE 'URT! SHE WEEL THEENK I ABANDONED HER! SHE EEZ MY BABY SEESTER! I DO NOT CARE EEF MY ARM WAS BROKEN, I NEED TO GET BACK!" (that was me trying to portray her accent) and make it impossible for Madam Pomfrey to heal her by writhing like mad.
Third came Krum, with his frightening head and a sopping Mudblood in his arms. Why do all of these people get their girlfriends? I looked at Pansy, and tried to figure out if she was whom I would miss most. Well, Fleur hadn't gone to save Roger Davies, so that was some kind of support. Maybe my mum would be trapped or something. I don't know.
So then we all waited anxiously for the last "Champion" to arrive. Finally, he emerged, his face looking normal and both Weasel and a veela in his arms. I clamped my arms over my ears as the crowd exploded, which Pansy luckily took as the reason, trying to see more clearly. It was a blonde girl, who looked exactly like the sobbing Fleur Delacour except more... stunning. In an odd way.
The Merpeople discussed something for a very long while with Professor Dumbledore, and as he reported back to his colleagues, I could tell they were getting more and more displeased.
The score results were as such: Diggory 47, Krum 40, Delacour 25, and Potter 45, because apparently he did something super-moral-amazing down there. But then again, Dumbledore has been proven to be quite biased towards Gryffindor *cough* house cup first year *cough* and we only have his word for what the Merchieftainess had said. But alas, why be bitter? Things always work out for Potter in the end, isn't that a fact of life I'll have to reconcile myself towards?
It's all sublime,
DLM
Dear Journal,
I forgot to tell you something. I fell into the lake! After everyone was gone and Pansy and I were trying to figure out what we could possibly do on a school-free Wednesday, I tripped over a stone and pulled her with me. We stumbled out, and I thanked *something* that Hogwarts robese were black and a bit water-proof. After a quick but satisfactory drying spell, I said to Pansy, "Do not tell anyone."
She said, quite cool, "Oh don't worry." Seeing my doubt, she said, "Seriously, why would I gossip about something including me? It's like you don't know me at all!"
"Of course I know you! I've known you since we were, what, three? Come on, Pansy!"
So we're okay again.
But dating, in an odd way, is rather difficult,
DLM
Disclaimer: I hope Draco's poem made you smile. And if it did, send me a review. I want to hear from you. (Oh no I'm in the weird rhyming mode that has nothing to do with syllables). And finally, this chapter is dedicated to O.A.R.'s line, "Drowning in love and memories!" (from the song Love and Memories)
mjmusiclover: Hmm... If I decided not to update for a day, would my rocks continue to increase? Not people- person, or at least pug-faced Pansy Parkinson. I'm glad you think Rita's Animagus form is fitting, it very much is, though regrettably useful; Legally Blonde snaps for Jo! Oof, everyone is beautiful. Especially this beautiful balcony, made of review rocks, that I'm apparently getting installed by the time this fanfic is done with.