Disclaimer: ::grits teeth:: I'm not JK Rowling. Do not sue me.
AN: This is a repost of G to S. All my fics got deleted so I have to re- upload them. Yes, they are all gone. And so are all my reviews. I apologize profusely and will update this fic daily. I'm trying to recover my diary for harry and the last few chapters of this fic. If the fic slightly changes, I'm sorry again.
ff.net deleted my account. Grrrrr. So this is my new one.
Dear Journal,
Today in Double Potions, Uncle Severus paired me up with Harry Potter. Harry Potter. The Boy I Want to Fuck. His messy hair that always looks so rumpled as if he just rolled out of bed, and his brilliant green eyes that always burn with such a passion. His skin looks so soft and it glows in the dungeon's torchlight. Seeing him just makes me want to jump on him from behind and screw him into the ground. But i know better. After Harry- Hunting for six years i've realized that Potter isn't the type of guy who would jump into bed on a first date, much less the first year. He's so innocent and naive i would bet he's never had his first kiss. I plan to change that soon. Unfortunately, i am beginning to think that his gorgeousness is making up for his lack of brain.
I find it so extremely sexy when he's clueless. I had casually leaned over and whispered into his ears in a manner which the whole of Hogwarts would find seductive and he didn't even blink an eye. I brushed my hands over his and casually helped him with the potion while making snide, bitter remarks. Could he not feel the tingle? I even went as far as to brush my lips against his neck. He didn't even shiver. What the hell is wrong with the boy?! Could he not feel my nimble fingers, my soft lips, or my sweet whispers? How could he be immune to my powers or seduction? I'm going crazy with frustration.
I've been foreplaying for six years and nothing has come out of it except dirty glances and spiteful snarls of, "Malfoy." from him and his Mudblood, dirt poor friends. Oh how i despise the Mudblood and the Weasel. I wonder what they do when i can't see them? If Harry weren't so pure i would suspect them of having menage a trois or him and the Weasel having a clandestine affair. Or him snogging Granger. Oh bloody bollocks i've begun to imagine it. Stupid fucks. They don't deserve Harry. Harry's mine. I should be the one touching him, caressing him. Kissing him.
Vince and Greg just looked at my strangely. I think i might have growled outloud. I wish i were growling in other ways right now with Potter. My sex drive hasn't been exercised for some time now. Hmmm...I wonder if Blaise is up for a shag? I think the silly bloke might be in love with me. Poor Zabini.
Hopefully i no longer have to shag with him any longer. It's time to take action. It's time to take Harry Potter. It's time for a plan.
A plan involving a storage closet and roses.
I think it's time for a smirk.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
~TBC~
Endnote: Again I'm sorry. Will you please review though ::puppy dog eyes::
AN: This is a repost of G to S. All my fics got deleted so I have to re- upload them. Yes, they are all gone. And so are all my reviews. I apologize profusely and will update this fic daily. I'm trying to recover my diary for harry and the last few chapters of this fic. If the fic slightly changes, I'm sorry again.
ff.net deleted my account. Grrrrr. So this is my new one.
Dear Journal,
Today in Double Potions, Uncle Severus paired me up with Harry Potter. Harry Potter. The Boy I Want to Fuck. His messy hair that always looks so rumpled as if he just rolled out of bed, and his brilliant green eyes that always burn with such a passion. His skin looks so soft and it glows in the dungeon's torchlight. Seeing him just makes me want to jump on him from behind and screw him into the ground. But i know better. After Harry- Hunting for six years i've realized that Potter isn't the type of guy who would jump into bed on a first date, much less the first year. He's so innocent and naive i would bet he's never had his first kiss. I plan to change that soon. Unfortunately, i am beginning to think that his gorgeousness is making up for his lack of brain.
I find it so extremely sexy when he's clueless. I had casually leaned over and whispered into his ears in a manner which the whole of Hogwarts would find seductive and he didn't even blink an eye. I brushed my hands over his and casually helped him with the potion while making snide, bitter remarks. Could he not feel the tingle? I even went as far as to brush my lips against his neck. He didn't even shiver. What the hell is wrong with the boy?! Could he not feel my nimble fingers, my soft lips, or my sweet whispers? How could he be immune to my powers or seduction? I'm going crazy with frustration.
I've been foreplaying for six years and nothing has come out of it except dirty glances and spiteful snarls of, "Malfoy." from him and his Mudblood, dirt poor friends. Oh how i despise the Mudblood and the Weasel. I wonder what they do when i can't see them? If Harry weren't so pure i would suspect them of having menage a trois or him and the Weasel having a clandestine affair. Or him snogging Granger. Oh bloody bollocks i've begun to imagine it. Stupid fucks. They don't deserve Harry. Harry's mine. I should be the one touching him, caressing him. Kissing him.
Vince and Greg just looked at my strangely. I think i might have growled outloud. I wish i were growling in other ways right now with Potter. My sex drive hasn't been exercised for some time now. Hmmm...I wonder if Blaise is up for a shag? I think the silly bloke might be in love with me. Poor Zabini.
Hopefully i no longer have to shag with him any longer. It's time to take action. It's time to take Harry Potter. It's time for a plan.
A plan involving a storage closet and roses.
I think it's time for a smirk.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
~TBC~
Endnote: Again I'm sorry. Will you please review though ::puppy dog eyes::