Dear Journal,
I am so fucking angry i can barely write. Each word is tasking to put down onto parchment as my hand is trembling from my black wrath so much. This very hand that i am using to pen this entry is going to be the very hand that shall strangle the little bint that i have now named the Weasley Whore with.
I had already accepted her relationship with Harry. Their love. Practically supported it and figuratively waved little Harry and Ginny Forever flags around wherever i went. As long as my Harry was happy, i would be able to drink my happiness from that.
Apparently not anymore. Unfortunately, Harry is happy no longer due to a much horrid incidence not just ten minutes ago in the Charms corridor.
I was out one another one of my walks, with my hands shoved deep into my pockets and my thoughts dreaming about the pair of emerald eyes that i would never gaze into lovingly.
All of a sudden, i felt someone push me into a wall. I looked right up into the lustful blue eyes of Weasley Whore.
Oh Gods. Her body was pressed against mine and i was so shocked i couldn't move. My ragged breathing inhaling her cheap perfume. What the fuck did she think she was doing?
When she spoke, she used a long, garishly red nail to trace my cheek. In a voice she meant to be seductive, she whispered.
"Draco, i have a proposal to make." She had made it sound like business as if she were a bloody prostitute!
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I managed to splutter.
"This." And then the little slut kissed me. It was disgusting. Her tongue choked me and her lips tasted like some one knut lipstick. She even tasted like the nasty perfume she was wearing. In that one quick second of that *kiss*, i think i had lost all future appetite.
I none to gently pushed her away and before i could even open my mouth she pressed herself against me again. I was reminded extremely of why i prefered my butter on the other side of my toast.
"Drakkie..." Dear Lord, she resembled Pansy Pug-faced Parkinson at that exact moment. "Harry doesn't give me the pleasure i need. He's too pure. All we ever do is kiss. And he doesn't even use tongues! I want to be pleasured, " she leered.
At that exact moment i felt like slapping her. Of course Harry Potter was pure. The boy was virginal! He was sweet and innocent and upheld the beliefs of sex after marriage. And that boy did not deserve a bitch like her.
I never got to say all that to her because she pressed her overglossed lips onto mine again.
And then i heard a strangled voice. "Ginny?" It was Harry himself in all his humble glory.
He looked awfully pained and i felt a surge of guilt to be taking away from his only Love. His only Happiness. I felt as if my walking through the Charms Corridor had sparked this whole encounter. If i hadn't been there, Harry would still be happy with the Weasley Whore I felt my face burn with guilt and i realize now that it must have looked like i really had seduced that bint away from him. Stolen her away.
He probably thinks that i took her away from him just to spite him and then kidnap him for myself. As if i'm really that vindictive.
He probably hates me even more now.
He had taken in the scene with his eyes and then that fucking bitch turned to him with watery eyes and said as if relieved.
"Oh Harry, i'm so glad you came. Malfoy just all of a sudden *molested* me!"
I felt my hands clench up. Since when did that lame excuse of a kiss turn into molestation and since when did I molest her?! She was going to rape me if he hadn't come along.
As usual, i never did get to say my piece as Harry punched me right in the eye and hugged his beloved cheating girlfriend and whispered condolences and sweet nothings into her ear.
He glared at me as i ran off, unable to spend another second there in the corridor with Harry and not pushing away that thing and holding Harry and calling him my own.
So now here i am, in my room, torn from beating the little Weasel Whore senseless, beating Harry senseless for being so blind, or beating myself senseless. I already have one black eye and Father always said that symmetry was a beautiful thing.
If only they hadn't taken away my sharp protruding objects and bewitched my wand to perform harmful curses. Damn them all.
But i suppose i'll have to thank that Weasel for giving me back the fire in my eyes. But people that you shouldn't play with fire and now they're all about to find out why.
~Draco Malfoy
~TBC~
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I am so fucking angry i can barely write. Each word is tasking to put down onto parchment as my hand is trembling from my black wrath so much. This very hand that i am using to pen this entry is going to be the very hand that shall strangle the little bint that i have now named the Weasley Whore with.
I had already accepted her relationship with Harry. Their love. Practically supported it and figuratively waved little Harry and Ginny Forever flags around wherever i went. As long as my Harry was happy, i would be able to drink my happiness from that.
Apparently not anymore. Unfortunately, Harry is happy no longer due to a much horrid incidence not just ten minutes ago in the Charms corridor.
I was out one another one of my walks, with my hands shoved deep into my pockets and my thoughts dreaming about the pair of emerald eyes that i would never gaze into lovingly.
All of a sudden, i felt someone push me into a wall. I looked right up into the lustful blue eyes of Weasley Whore.
Oh Gods. Her body was pressed against mine and i was so shocked i couldn't move. My ragged breathing inhaling her cheap perfume. What the fuck did she think she was doing?
When she spoke, she used a long, garishly red nail to trace my cheek. In a voice she meant to be seductive, she whispered.
"Draco, i have a proposal to make." She had made it sound like business as if she were a bloody prostitute!
"What the fuck are you doing?!" I managed to splutter.
"This." And then the little slut kissed me. It was disgusting. Her tongue choked me and her lips tasted like some one knut lipstick. She even tasted like the nasty perfume she was wearing. In that one quick second of that *kiss*, i think i had lost all future appetite.
I none to gently pushed her away and before i could even open my mouth she pressed herself against me again. I was reminded extremely of why i prefered my butter on the other side of my toast.
"Drakkie..." Dear Lord, she resembled Pansy Pug-faced Parkinson at that exact moment. "Harry doesn't give me the pleasure i need. He's too pure. All we ever do is kiss. And he doesn't even use tongues! I want to be pleasured, " she leered.
At that exact moment i felt like slapping her. Of course Harry Potter was pure. The boy was virginal! He was sweet and innocent and upheld the beliefs of sex after marriage. And that boy did not deserve a bitch like her.
I never got to say all that to her because she pressed her overglossed lips onto mine again.
And then i heard a strangled voice. "Ginny?" It was Harry himself in all his humble glory.
He looked awfully pained and i felt a surge of guilt to be taking away from his only Love. His only Happiness. I felt as if my walking through the Charms Corridor had sparked this whole encounter. If i hadn't been there, Harry would still be happy with the Weasley Whore I felt my face burn with guilt and i realize now that it must have looked like i really had seduced that bint away from him. Stolen her away.
He probably thinks that i took her away from him just to spite him and then kidnap him for myself. As if i'm really that vindictive.
He probably hates me even more now.
He had taken in the scene with his eyes and then that fucking bitch turned to him with watery eyes and said as if relieved.
"Oh Harry, i'm so glad you came. Malfoy just all of a sudden *molested* me!"
I felt my hands clench up. Since when did that lame excuse of a kiss turn into molestation and since when did I molest her?! She was going to rape me if he hadn't come along.
As usual, i never did get to say my piece as Harry punched me right in the eye and hugged his beloved cheating girlfriend and whispered condolences and sweet nothings into her ear.
He glared at me as i ran off, unable to spend another second there in the corridor with Harry and not pushing away that thing and holding Harry and calling him my own.
So now here i am, in my room, torn from beating the little Weasel Whore senseless, beating Harry senseless for being so blind, or beating myself senseless. I already have one black eye and Father always said that symmetry was a beautiful thing.
If only they hadn't taken away my sharp protruding objects and bewitched my wand to perform harmful curses. Damn them all.
But i suppose i'll have to thank that Weasel for giving me back the fire in my eyes. But people that you shouldn't play with fire and now they're all about to find out why.
~Draco Malfoy
~TBC~
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