**Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters. Sad, but true.

**Rated PG13 for mild language, teen humor, and some racy puns.

**Author's note: This is just a quick, fun little narration of seventh year happenings in Draco's point of view. Some of the things said in here are completely rude, and it's because I really try to become the character. For example, the term 'dyke' is used, and it's one that I hate. So, I want you to know that I am writing IN CHARACTER. I truly do hate Ginny, though. ^_^ I had a good time writing it, so I hope you enjoy it!

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THE SEVENTH YEAR

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Dear Journal,

It's me, Draco. Who else, eh? And it's my last year at Hogwarts! Thank Lord Voldemort graduation is in two months and three days! I've spent seven years in this same drab place with the same bloody wallies.. Sometimes I feel like shouting! Other times, I just shout!

UGH! Some people have stayed the same, like Harry Potter. He's still got his perfect scar, winning his perfect Quidditch games, being his perfect heroic self. How perfectly tedious!

Justin Finch-Fletchley is still a prat. Professor Snape smiles now, but only once every three months. Colin Creevey is suddenly tall, and does not have a chipmunk voice, yet he is still obnoxious. (Somehow...)

Now for the girls... Pansy Parkinson's breasts have NOT grown any larger! She is always looking for me, even when I'm in the loo. She waits outside, so I won't have time to run. She is quite tiresome, and does NOT make up for it in curves.

Hermione Granger, on the other hand, so completely, super, extremely HOT. She's got boobs, she's still smarter than anyone on earth, and I piss her off SO much, that it's completely hysterical. We were placed together as Potions partners, so I sit by her every Wednesday and Friday. Tis wicked.

I yank her hair, bump into her while walking through the halls, make her drop her books, call her a "Mudblood"... Ooh, she gets positively enraged! But it makes her sexier! I've thought about asking her to be my girlfriend, and I've even tried to ask her out! But, every time I try (like yesterday), something completely wrong comes out of my mouth. (That sounds a little sexual doesn't it?... Oh well.)

For example, yesterday, I went up to her and was about to say 'Want to walk around the garden tonight?' , but Harry and Weasel- Head were with her. I stared at all three of them for a long while ( a total of 3.8 seconds), and then said," Lookie here. It's Granger, the infamous Mudblood dyke- slag... uh.. shrew."

Like I always say: So many comebacks, so little time.

"Go stuff YOURSELF you bloody c-" screamed Ron, but Hermione interrupted him, holding up her hand.

"So immature," she remarked, glaring daggers at me.
Perhaps she fancies me!.....

But I've got competition, because I'm pretty certain that Weasley fancies her. Neville Longbottom likes her as well, and that's a bit obvious, because in Potions- oh, never mind. You get the picture. They've liked her forever. WELL, SO HAVE I!

((To Be Continued))

-Draco L. Malfoy