AN: Hello! Apologies for the long wait. I just got back from vacation and have begun my pre-finals cramming seshies. I sent this out to my betas a few days ago but haven't gotten a response back yet so decided just to post it up. Hope you like?

Oh, to tinytinytina: for some reason your e-mail is invalid. E-mail me at pinkbubblez830@aol.com and I'll send you SfaW chappie 7?

Dear Diary,

It seems a series of events just keep on occurring in my life one after another, like someone up there just won't leave me at peace. The baffling thoughts about Malfoy are preoccupying enough, without throwing this new complication into my already complicated life.

Ginny cheated on me. With Malfoy. And when I saw her pushing him into the wall, attacking him with those disgustingly glossed lips of her, that predatory look in her eyes and that frightened and appalled look in Malfoy's lovely silver ones framed in beautiful long lashes, a surge of jealousy just flowed through me. What the fuck did she think she was doing? Pushing herself onto such a pretty angel descended on heaven? My angel. Malfoy was mine. Mine, mine, mine! She has no right to kiss him. That bitchy little whore. Keep your dirty, grimy, tainted, sick, slutty hands off him. He's mine.

The reaction shocked me. Shouldn't I be upset with Malfoy for kissing my girlfriend? Shouldn't my first reaction be that Malfoy had this devious plot to seduce Ginny to get revenge at me? But it wasn't. It was a blinding anger towards Ginny for getting her hands on something that's mine.

"Ginny?" I'd asked shockingly. What was she doing with Malfoy?! My Malfoy. Mine.

I suppose I overreacted a bit. Malfoy wasn't mine. Not when I've pushed him away again and again, breaking his heart over and over. He probably didn't love me anymore, and moved on to greener and more eager pastures. Pastures that wouldn't cause him to crumple to the floor again and again as his world dissolved around him.

And I was angered. Bloody git. Who is he to think that he can just abandon Harry Potter and leave him in the lurch. He can't not love me. He has to love him. I love him.

I saw red. I didn't even hear Ginny's black lies of excuses. I stalked right up to Malfoy and punched him the eye. It really wasn't the smartest thing to do at the moment, but just thinking about him, with some other person. Loving them, pining after them, writing in his journal about them, stealing kisses from them in the corridors, pulling them into closets, being with this other person who isn't me made me upset. It made my stomach lurch, my heart clutch, my head spin.

He can't love someone else. So I punched him. I took my anger out on him, vented my anger on the one person that I would never mean to hurt. Not anymore at least.

I was jealous. I admit it. And I watched him breathing heavily against the wall, so I grabbed Ginny in my arms and glared at him. I wanted to make him jealous of me.

God. I'm such a fool. No more fool than he is for still loving me if he does. Why do I keep doing that to him? He looked so hurt. So guilty. So sorry.

I wish I could just gain the courage to tell him how I feel. I'm just so afraid of what other people will think. Harry Potter isn't supposed to love Draco Malfoy. It's too wrong. It's isn't supposed to happen. I want it to happen though.

I can't believe the wizarding world entrusts me with the task to save them if I can't even save myself from falling. Falling for Malfoy. I really am a bloody idiot.

-Harry Potter

~TBC~

Endnotes: Really hope that was alright. *wrings hands nervously* I hope it referred back to G to S enough and it doesn't contradict too much. Ner? Review? (Thankies to all those that reviewed. *glomps all*)