Dear Journal-
Now that I think on it, that's no competition at all. Weasley is still poor, and Neville's gone all Gothic on us.
At first, it just didn't work, you know? But now, I'm used to the black eye liner and all of his earrings. He's the same dope beneath the costume though.
Only last week, he fell down the stairs, and not just for old time's sake, either. Beside the appearance, not much has changed.
Last year, he dated Ginny Ew-easley for three days before she broke up with him. She's still in love with Harry. Stupid malnutritioned twit girl.
SHE even has a bigger rack than Pansy! How sad is that? She continues to mope around and drawl at people in her weak little voice. I love imitating her: 'Oh, yays, 'oim goin' ta tha dawnce. But thare's nawone ta take meh! Oi! Croi meh a riva, mate!' (say it aloud, diary- it'll make perfect sense)
Sometimes, I like to sneak up behind her and pretend I'm Tom Riddle. I deepen my voice in this fantastic freaky way, and I whisper hoarsely, ' Ginny, I've come back for you... RESURRECTION!' A couple of times, she's screamed. Once, she cried. Ha, ha, ha. Then, she reported me. Damn, damn, damn.
I am now the same height as Greg Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, but they're still huge cows. Millicent Bulstrode dated Crabbe for about a month before she came out as a lesbian. I'm still making fun of Crabbe for that. I don't blame girls for becoming dykes after kissing him. Sad, really.
Father asks me the same question every month: "Do you have a girlfriend YET?" The answer that I want to reply with is "Do you know how to keep out of my business yet?", but I decide against that and usually go for "No, Father." Then, he'll pause, and say," If you're a homosexual, Draco, we can talk it through."
That really angers me. I mean REALLY ANGERS MEEEE!
In previous situations, I normally have said,"I'm not", but last Christmas, I just COULD NOT TAKE IT! (**Music playing** Draco's not gonna take it..)
I yelled at the top of my lungs," I AM NOT A BLEEDING FAIRY!"
Mother looked horrified. Father sort of growled at me, and bellowed, " DON'T USE THAT TONE WITH ME, and DON'T EVER USE THAT OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE AGAIN!"
To that, I smirked, and said," Yes, sir."
"Do you want to be punished, smart ass?" he hissed, face darkening, though it was still a shade of peaked chalk.
"No, Lucius.. Please!" Mother pleaded, grasping his shoulder in uttermost drama.
"I don't see why I should get punished for not being a queer," I declared angrily.
"There is nothing wrong with it, Draco," he returned snidely.
"Did I say there WAS?"
"All that I AM saying is that when I was your age, I experimented, and there is nothing wrong with that at all. I discovered wonderful things about the male gender. It's in the genes, Draco." He smiled calmly, as though remembering some pleasurable experience.
Mother sighed very loudly, and took in very deep breaths, as though she might have died any moment.
I stared at him. "YOU are GAY?"
"No," he chortled. "How could I be gay?" There was a pause, and then he said simply," I am a bisexual."
"UUGGHHHHH!" I screamed. "You've done it with MEN?"
Mother was whispering things to herself crazily, fingering her huge wedding ring.
Father seemed to be amused. "Well, as the young children would say: Duh."
I made a petrified face, and said," I feel like vomiting all over the rug, but as we have not had dinner yet, I can't." I turned, and began to jog away.
"Now wait just a moment," Father exclaimed gruffly.
I whipped around. "Can I please go back to school? You're grossing me out."
"You are a hypocrite, Draco Malfoy!" he stated wryly. "I thought you just said that there wasn't anything wrong with homosexuality," he protested.
I smiled in annoyance, and responded, "There isn't anything wrong with it... Unless it's your DAD and you LIVE with him! See you later. I'm going to Knockturn Alley. I'll be back at ten."
And that was the end of that particular argument. I could NOT believe my father, telling his perverted stories to an all ready troubled mind. I thought about telling him my love for Hermione, to try and shock him as much as he'd done me. I decided against it. Every now and then, I feel like I should tell him. But those are only the times when I have a death wish.
Now that I think on it, that's no competition at all. Weasley is still poor, and Neville's gone all Gothic on us.
At first, it just didn't work, you know? But now, I'm used to the black eye liner and all of his earrings. He's the same dope beneath the costume though.
Only last week, he fell down the stairs, and not just for old time's sake, either. Beside the appearance, not much has changed.
Last year, he dated Ginny Ew-easley for three days before she broke up with him. She's still in love with Harry. Stupid malnutritioned twit girl.
SHE even has a bigger rack than Pansy! How sad is that? She continues to mope around and drawl at people in her weak little voice. I love imitating her: 'Oh, yays, 'oim goin' ta tha dawnce. But thare's nawone ta take meh! Oi! Croi meh a riva, mate!' (say it aloud, diary- it'll make perfect sense)
Sometimes, I like to sneak up behind her and pretend I'm Tom Riddle. I deepen my voice in this fantastic freaky way, and I whisper hoarsely, ' Ginny, I've come back for you... RESURRECTION!' A couple of times, she's screamed. Once, she cried. Ha, ha, ha. Then, she reported me. Damn, damn, damn.
I am now the same height as Greg Goyle and Vincent Crabbe, but they're still huge cows. Millicent Bulstrode dated Crabbe for about a month before she came out as a lesbian. I'm still making fun of Crabbe for that. I don't blame girls for becoming dykes after kissing him. Sad, really.
Father asks me the same question every month: "Do you have a girlfriend YET?" The answer that I want to reply with is "Do you know how to keep out of my business yet?", but I decide against that and usually go for "No, Father." Then, he'll pause, and say," If you're a homosexual, Draco, we can talk it through."
That really angers me. I mean REALLY ANGERS MEEEE!
In previous situations, I normally have said,"I'm not", but last Christmas, I just COULD NOT TAKE IT! (**Music playing** Draco's not gonna take it..)
I yelled at the top of my lungs," I AM NOT A BLEEDING FAIRY!"
Mother looked horrified. Father sort of growled at me, and bellowed, " DON'T USE THAT TONE WITH ME, and DON'T EVER USE THAT OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE AGAIN!"
To that, I smirked, and said," Yes, sir."
"Do you want to be punished, smart ass?" he hissed, face darkening, though it was still a shade of peaked chalk.
"No, Lucius.. Please!" Mother pleaded, grasping his shoulder in uttermost drama.
"I don't see why I should get punished for not being a queer," I declared angrily.
"There is nothing wrong with it, Draco," he returned snidely.
"Did I say there WAS?"
"All that I AM saying is that when I was your age, I experimented, and there is nothing wrong with that at all. I discovered wonderful things about the male gender. It's in the genes, Draco." He smiled calmly, as though remembering some pleasurable experience.
Mother sighed very loudly, and took in very deep breaths, as though she might have died any moment.
I stared at him. "YOU are GAY?"
"No," he chortled. "How could I be gay?" There was a pause, and then he said simply," I am a bisexual."
"UUGGHHHHH!" I screamed. "You've done it with MEN?"
Mother was whispering things to herself crazily, fingering her huge wedding ring.
Father seemed to be amused. "Well, as the young children would say: Duh."
I made a petrified face, and said," I feel like vomiting all over the rug, but as we have not had dinner yet, I can't." I turned, and began to jog away.
"Now wait just a moment," Father exclaimed gruffly.
I whipped around. "Can I please go back to school? You're grossing me out."
"You are a hypocrite, Draco Malfoy!" he stated wryly. "I thought you just said that there wasn't anything wrong with homosexuality," he protested.
I smiled in annoyance, and responded, "There isn't anything wrong with it... Unless it's your DAD and you LIVE with him! See you later. I'm going to Knockturn Alley. I'll be back at ten."
And that was the end of that particular argument. I could NOT believe my father, telling his perverted stories to an all ready troubled mind. I thought about telling him my love for Hermione, to try and shock him as much as he'd done me. I decided against it. Every now and then, I feel like I should tell him. But those are only the times when I have a death wish.
