October 16

I have procured some money to bribe Seamus Finnigan, which is the very last thing I want to do because it will 1) mean admitting that I was kissing Hermione Granger in the halls and 2) admitting that I would rather pay a Gryffindor than have them beat up.

I have sent an owl to Mother telling her what I've done. She, of course, is over-joyed. Mother was a Gryffindor herself. She's sent owls to all her family and they have replied by sending me owls of their own, filled, of course, with money, hints on how to break it to my father and statements telling me to ask Dumbledore to have me re-sorted.

I, however, returned the money with thanks. I have enough cash of my own that Father cannot touch. I also do not plan on telling him, I will not be going home this Christmas though. Or this summer. I doubt I will return home ever again. And I will not have Dumbledore re-sort me. The fact that I like a Gryffindor, the fact that I no longer wish each one of them malice means nothing to the house I am in. I am a Slytherin, cunning and sharp. My social tendencies have nothing on my actual nature.

Draco Malfoy