15th September

Thought of the perfect way to get back at Potty. When we walked past his table
this morning, I challenged him and the Weasel to a wizard's duel! And Weasel,
like the idiot he is, accepted!

Ha.

Like I'm going to try and duel Potty. Who knows, he really might have some
super strange magic powers. I don't want to even risk getting beaten by him! No,
I'm just not going to show up, and tip Filch off that two students may be
wandering around the school late at night.

Just read through that last bit of writing and found I'd used three exclamation
marks. Must stop, makes it look like I'm less than sarcastic.

So, until tomorrow and Potty's downfall, I am left with nothing to do. Except have
fun. Yeah. Maybe I can play a game of chess with Crabbe? Oh, no. Out of the
question. He ate one of my pawns yesterday. Perhaps a spot of fencing? Nope.
Goyle doesn't know how, and doesn't understand that the concept of fencing isn't
actually to mortally wound someone.

Looks like another evening of reading and trying to get away from Pansy the
Cow.


I went to the library to read, and who should be there? Little miss-hasn't-got-any-
friends Granger, of course. Who else?

She was reading Hogwarts: A History. That has to be the Dullest Book: In
History. I only got past the first chapter. She gave me a dirty look, and I gave her
one back. Then I settled down to read my book. It's about dragons. A little
conceited, you think, just because my name's Draco?

Well, yeah.

But it's a lot better than reading about Hogwarts. She must be a real bore, not to
have made any friends yet. Glad I've got some.

16th September

Potty mysteriously managed to evade all trouble. There isn't even one point
missing from the Gryffindor house thingy. I was so mad that I couldn't even force
one slice of toast down my throat. Then, to make things even worse, if that's
possible, Potty suddenly gets a broomstick by owl delivery.

My first thought on seeing it come through the window was Narcissca's outdone
herself this time…but then it just floated on over to Potty. Of course I went to
investigate. Turns out it's a Nimbus Two Thousand! Top of the range broom, and
first years aren't even allowed broomsticks. Well, I tried to explain it to Professor
Flitwick. Does he take any notice?

No, because the rules have been bent, as always, for silly little specky git, fluffy
haired, rat faced slimy broomstick genius Potter.

Well, I don't care. Not really. He doesn't even know how to play Quidditch. Let's
just pray that one of the Bludgers kills him. Yes, kills him.

Anyway, back to the Weasel's brother, Percy. He told me off a few weeks ago for
sneaking around after hours, and took off three whole points for Slytherin.
Understandably, I had a problem with this. First off, I wasn't sneaking around
after hours. Rather embarrassingly, I'd misplaced the password to get into the
common room. Well, alright. I'd forgotten it. 'Jiggly' is an extremely stupid
password if you ask me. Secondly, he was sneaking around after hours, catching
me sneaking around after hours, so really he should have taken points from
himself for sneaking around….

So I've finally exacted my revenge. There's a Ravenclaw girl in his year,
something Clearwater. I heard through certain sources (PP if you must know)
that our Percy has something of a crush on her. Taking matters into my own
hands I wrote him a love letter, alledgely from her, and left it at his desk in the
library.
When he's read it, he'll no doubt go try and sweep her off her feet...and when he
does…hehehehe. Revenge is sweet. Here's the letter.

Percy,

I don't know if you've noticed me around school…but I've certainly noticed you.
Every time I see that shock of lustrous red hair pass by my heart skips several
beats, possibly even ten. I'm surprised that I'm not yet dead. You're so clever as
well, I don't understand why you aren't in Ravenclaw. I may have hidden my
feeling ever so well, but I am yours for the taking, Percy. If you want me, tell me
how you feel, but you must never speak of this letter. It will be our secret.

Forever yours, Penny Clearwater.

You don't think I overdid it a little? I thought the lustrous red hair bit was rather
good…how I worked in the word lust as well. Maybe I could start a business
writing love letters.

25th September

Saw Potty practicing Quidditch. Spat at him, but it didn't hit him. Obviously not,
seeing as how he was flying about a hundred feet above my head at the time.

Hate Potty.

27th September

Professor Quirrel is decidedly strange. Very, very strange. I walked in on him
yesterday, and he was muttering to himself, eyes closed, without that awful
turban on for a change. I was going to ask him if I could have an extension on the
latest essay ( vampires: again) and he flipped. I mean, really mental. Worse than
Lucius even. Ran at me, shouting, grabbing his turban.

I think the man has serious issues with his hair.

3rd October

Today in Potions I flicked some Dissolving Elixer on to the hem of Potty's robe. It
had dissolved all the way up to his pants before Professor Snape noticed and
gave him the antidote.

Ha.

16th October

Just had a thought. No package from Narcissca for a week. Wonder if
something's happened? Is she dead?

17th October

Extra large package arrived today, trying to make up for lack of last week. I'd just
about gotten worried enough to send an owl back home. Glad I don't have to,
because I'm running out of ink. I'm not going to write in diary unless it's really
important.

21st October

I hate Potty.

24th October

I hate Weasel.

25th October

Granger asked me what I was reading in the library today. I asked her to go and
bug someone who actually liked her, then added as an after thought that no-one
actually liked her. That shut her up.

I hate Granger too.

29th October

Today in Charms we made things fly. Wingardium Leviosa. I made my quill fly
right into Professor Flitwick's forehead, then apologised, saying I hadn't seen
him. Quite easy to miss the little dwarf. My pen left a nice black spot.

Ha.

It's Halloween soon. I can't wait, there'll be loads of good food and stuff. Maybe
Lucius will really get into the spirit of things and commit suicide.

Ha ha ha.