Dear Diary - by Konoko

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Rating: PG13 - R. For strong language and sexual content.

Author's Notes: Aite. This is a Harry Potter fanfic, so that means that I do not own Harry Potter or Harry Potter's universe. (Can ya tell I'm not very good at these?) Everything Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowing! I just wrote a fic. But the characters Christian Hawk and Raven Wintercraft belong to me, because I made them up! ^.~

If I get anything wrong in the 'timeline' of this fic, could you please tell me so I can fix it? Because I don't own any of the books. Thanks. ^-^
Also if this doesn't sound British enough that's because I'm American.

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Chapter One - First Entry

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August 31st, 1991

I don't know why I'm even writing in this book except for the fact that my mother told...er...threatened me to write. If I didn't she said that I wouldn't get a new broomstick. Father said keeping a diary was for weak and forgetful men.

Anyway, this is my diary so I guess I should write about myself. My name is Draco Malfoy and I have just turned 11 years of age. Tomorrow I will be sent off to attend my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I'm excited. And I hear that the famous Harry Potter will be there this year as well. I hope he will be my friend.

- Draco

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September 1st, 1991

This has been a rather good but depressing day. I'll start at the beginning.

Mother, Father and I arrived early at Platform 93/4 so my trunk would be sure to get on the train and I would get a good seat. Half an hour later the train took off and I, with my new 'friends' Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Golye, set off to find Harry Potter.

I had already met Potter in Diagon Alley. We were both getting fitted for our new Hogwarts robes. He gave me the cold shoulder, stupid git.

Anyways, back to the train. Crabbe, Goyle and I looked through compartment after compartment, but finally we came to one near the rear of the train. Potter was there along with a Weasley.

I walked in, Cra (uh oh, someone's at the door, better hid this.)

- Draco

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September 2nd, 1991

Sorry about last night. Professor Snape wanted to make sure we understood the rules. Father has told me about him. He used to be a Death Eater, like Father, only Father still practices the Dark Arts. I don't believe Snape still does.

Anyway, back to yesterday. I walked into the compartment, Crabbe and Goyle in tow. Potter sat next to the window, Weasley opposite him. They were eating sweets.

I asked Potter if he would be my friend. BUT! Get this! He said no! Well, not exactly, but that what he meant. Then the horrid Weasley git set his rat on Goyle. Bastard.

But at least I don't have to be in the same house a Weasley. You see there's four houses at Hogwarts. Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor.

Slytherin, the house I'm in, is known most for turning out Dark Wizards and Witches.

Hufflepuff claims to be true and just, but most of the gits there are just cowering wussies.

Ravenclaw has all the brainy smart prats. The weak ones are good for threatening to beat up unless they do your homework for you.

Gryffindor, ugh! They're all a bunch of stuck up prisses and prats who think they're sooo much better than everyone else! They're Slytherin's archenemy. Bah! We have Potions with the Gryffindors. Potter's in that house. I have made up my mind. If Potter won't be my friend, then I'll make his life a living hell.

- Draco

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September 9th, 1991

I've been soooooooooo busy! Damn Snape! He gives us too much homework! Let's see, this is my schedule:

Period Class Professor Double

1st Transfiguration M. McGonnagol Gryffindor
2nd Potions S. Snape Gryffindor
3rd Herbology S. Sprout Ravenclaw
4th Flight M. Hooch Gryffindor
5th D.A.D.A. V. Quriell Hufflepuff
6th Charms F. Flitwick Gryffindor
7th Astroogy S. Sinastra Ravenclaw

Four! Four classes with the Gryffindorks! GOD! This is going to drive me mad! insane! mad and insane!!!

- Draco

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September 15th, 1991

This has been an absolutely horrid week! A few days back we were at Flying class learning how to fly on a broomstick, of course I already knew how to fly. But this stupid Gryffindork didn't know a thing about flight. His broom went biserk and he broke his wrist. Madam Hooch had to take him up to Madam Pompfrey, the nurse. The rest of us were left there, unsupervised.

He had dropped a rememberall. I picked it up and taunted Potter to come and get it. He took the bait. He and I did the very thing we were told not to do, fly without supervision.

I raced around, Potter chasing me. I stopped and threw the ball as hard as I could toward the Forbidden Forest.

Potter dove and caught it, nearly breaking his neck. McGonnagol must have seen him, because she came marching out of the castle and took him away. I thought he was going to get detention, but it turns out that he's the youngest Seeker/player to be allowed on a quidditch team in over a century! Unbelievable! I can fly better than he can and he's on the house team!!! I hope Slytherin whips Gryffindor's sorry ass at quidditch!

Oh yes, there's this girl. Her name is Pantasy Parkinson, she's a bitch. She always follows me around and it's annoying the hell out of me!

- Draco

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October 5th, 1991

I feel like a coward. I had this wonderful idea of challening Potter to a Wizard's duel. I did. I told him to meet me in the Trophy room at midnight, but then I thought, what if he wins? Then I'd be humiliated. So, I did the only thing that I could think of to save my ass. I told Flinch, the janitor, that Potter would be in the Trophy room at midnight. I'm such a coward.

- Draco