September 6
Dear Draven,
Sorry I haven't written in so long. It's now Sunday morning. Praviti and Lavender left already for breakfast. I wasn't hungry. My depression is getting worse everyday.
I was bombarded with homework lately. I never got a chance to write. If things keeping going like this I will never be able to write this year. Ron, Hermonie, and Harry rarely talk to me. I think they know. They stay away from me. I think they are scared. I think slamming Draco into a wall gave it a way. George and Fred talk to me during breakfast and lunch. I'm not in dinner for them to talk to me.
Eating three meals a day just doesn't work. I don't think my stomach is big enough for those meals. Maybe I should just skip lunch then it would be even. Eating breakfast is a good thing. Then there is dinner. Everyone is at dinner. Everyone…
I wish I could just turn on my music and drift away like I always do. But it doesn't work this way here. I'm going for bewitching my CD player. I wont be able to survive without it around here. I need something to calm my anger. Music is my anger management. No one understands that.
Hey, I just got a letter. Wait… How did an owl get in the room? It's and Eagle owl. It's pretty. It's from Draco! This is what it says:
I'm sorry for the way I acted. I should never have acted like that in front of a lady. I was taught to be better than that. Potter and his little friends just get on my nerves. I would like to make it up to you today. That's if you're free. Would you like to meet me by the lake? Send your answer as soon as possible, please.
Love,
Draco Malfoy
Isn't he so sweet? There spellotaped it in my diary. My answer, you ask?? It was yes. I really do need to talk to him.
I'm going to go and try and make my CD player work. I'll write what happens later.