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There. Sheesh.
This is Draco's diary entry.
Draco
I can't believe this. Just when she's getting over the whole McGonagall thing, just when she starts to smile - even if it is a small smile, just when she starts to enjoy herself again - another person who seems to affect her - dies. How much more can life suck? When she's so sad, it seems the whole world cries with her. Life can't be good when she's so depressed. She's the only good thing in this world. Please God don't let her collapse. She's so strong I can't believe how strong she is.
Why am I confiding into this stupid book?I really should put a locking spell onto this. If anyone finds this and is able to open it I'm dead. All the respect and fear I have gained - gone. They would know my stupid little weakness. And if this gets into the hands of my father.**shudder** I don't want to think what he might do to me. All I know is this - I love her. I never thought this might happen but I really do. Another thing I know -
She doesn't love me.
I wish I could tell her. But I can't. she's probably involved with that bastard of a Potter. I hate him. Maybe that's why I hate him. And that Weasley - Ron I think it is. She might be involved with him.....no. No I can't be thinking like this. The only way I would find out..would be to ask her.... I can't do that.
This room is so cold. Salazar really is a dick. They won't light the fires. I don't think it's like this in any other house common room. I'm alone. For once. Geez Parkinson won't leave me alone until it's dinner. That's the only peace I get from her. That's why I skip it.
It's the perfect time to see her though. I hate myself for having to resort to skipping dinner to avoid that stupid Parkinson. She ruins everything I have. If I tell her anything- she runs along to the owlery to report to my Dad. Omigod how much she pisses me off it's not funny. A request to the murderer: Please kill Pansy Parkinson. Let me rephrase that: Tie her to a tree, slit her wrists, then cut her head up slowly and then leave her there to rot. Yeah yeah ok that's a bit sadistic. Fine just tie her to a tree then disembodie her. Happy?
Sheesh. I'm cold, tired and hungry. My life is hell. No one understands me. Only when she looks into my eyes, she seems to understand me for a moment, then the hatred comes in.
It stings. It really does.
Father says Voldemort is coming back. I wish he hadn't told me that. That means my time as a normal wizard teenager is almost up. No more Hogwarts. More Death Eater meetings. I've been to one. They're so fucking boring. They stand there in their cloaks muttering "Voldemort is great...Voldemort is great..." For about an hour, then Voldemort makes this dramatic entrance and they all go **gasp** and quickly fall to their knees and he says crap like, "Soon I will return, and you will reap the benefits, Draco, nice of you to join us, you will soon be privileged to be one of us yadayadayadayadayada..." God, Voldemort I don't give a fuck.
I just want to talk to her.
This is Draco's diary entry.
Draco
I can't believe this. Just when she's getting over the whole McGonagall thing, just when she starts to smile - even if it is a small smile, just when she starts to enjoy herself again - another person who seems to affect her - dies. How much more can life suck? When she's so sad, it seems the whole world cries with her. Life can't be good when she's so depressed. She's the only good thing in this world. Please God don't let her collapse. She's so strong I can't believe how strong she is.
Why am I confiding into this stupid book?I really should put a locking spell onto this. If anyone finds this and is able to open it I'm dead. All the respect and fear I have gained - gone. They would know my stupid little weakness. And if this gets into the hands of my father.**shudder** I don't want to think what he might do to me. All I know is this - I love her. I never thought this might happen but I really do. Another thing I know -
She doesn't love me.
I wish I could tell her. But I can't. she's probably involved with that bastard of a Potter. I hate him. Maybe that's why I hate him. And that Weasley - Ron I think it is. She might be involved with him.....no. No I can't be thinking like this. The only way I would find out..would be to ask her.... I can't do that.
This room is so cold. Salazar really is a dick. They won't light the fires. I don't think it's like this in any other house common room. I'm alone. For once. Geez Parkinson won't leave me alone until it's dinner. That's the only peace I get from her. That's why I skip it.
It's the perfect time to see her though. I hate myself for having to resort to skipping dinner to avoid that stupid Parkinson. She ruins everything I have. If I tell her anything- she runs along to the owlery to report to my Dad. Omigod how much she pisses me off it's not funny. A request to the murderer: Please kill Pansy Parkinson. Let me rephrase that: Tie her to a tree, slit her wrists, then cut her head up slowly and then leave her there to rot. Yeah yeah ok that's a bit sadistic. Fine just tie her to a tree then disembodie her. Happy?
Sheesh. I'm cold, tired and hungry. My life is hell. No one understands me. Only when she looks into my eyes, she seems to understand me for a moment, then the hatred comes in.
It stings. It really does.
Father says Voldemort is coming back. I wish he hadn't told me that. That means my time as a normal wizard teenager is almost up. No more Hogwarts. More Death Eater meetings. I've been to one. They're so fucking boring. They stand there in their cloaks muttering "Voldemort is great...Voldemort is great..." For about an hour, then Voldemort makes this dramatic entrance and they all go **gasp** and quickly fall to their knees and he says crap like, "Soon I will return, and you will reap the benefits, Draco, nice of you to join us, you will soon be privileged to be one of us yadayadayadayadayada..." God, Voldemort I don't give a fuck.
I just want to talk to her.
