The Boy Who Cried for Me

My first day of classes at Hogwarts. The class I remember most would have to be Defense Against the Dark Arts. I ended up sitting next to a Ravenclaw boy. He fell asleep during the middle of class.
Not that suprisingly, I was first to raise my hand for every question. Draco snickered whenever I stuttered with my answer. I almost flicked him off, but I didn't want to leave a bad impression on Professor Quirrel.
He reminded me alot of my father's servants (the Death Eaters) sometimes. They were strange.
One of them was Lucius Malfoy, a skanky man who I assumed was Draco's father. I hated that Lucius Malfoy. I always respected him in the wizarding duels my father let me have with him, though. I had to. I ended up using his wand, since I hadn't had my own for Hogwarts. Lucius Malfoy was pathetic. He always lost against me. Maybe that's part of the reason Draco strongly detested me at first. Or maybe he's a skanky loser, too. Who knows?

The rest of the day sucked, until potions with Professor Snape. It was fun to hear him torment Potter. Finally, someone tormenting someone besides me. Later, Potter was being a smartass, and took points away from his own house.

When I sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall for dinner, Pansy asked me, "So, which Professor do you like the best? I think Professor Snape's cool. So is McGonagall." "I think Professor Quirrel's hiding something."
"Why?" "I dunno. I just have a strong feeling he's not always this twitchy if he was qualified to be a Professor. Anyway, my favorite Professor is probably Professor Snape." "Sure." "Huh?" "You have a crush on Professor Quirrel."
"That's just odd. Why would I be in love with a Professor?" "Because you think it's odd." "Whatever. See that kid over there, at the Ravenclaw table?" "Ew. That's worse than Professor Quirrel. Well, I like Draco Malfoy. He is so sexy." "His face is pale and pointy. His pale skin is darker than his white blond hair. His eyes are almost silver." "I know. Don't you just adore that?"
"No, but obviously you do." "Atleast I'm not in love with an ugly Ravenclaw boy." "He's not ugly. But Draco is. His father's worse, though." "How do you know his father?" "I have my ways."

Then, Pansy's true love came in and sat across from me with Crabbe and Goyle next to him. "Evening, Diana. I have something to tell you." "I already know your father's a triotch. Or was it something else?" "Why do you hate my father so much?" Crap! What kind of an answer would I give to this? Your father betrayed my father, who is also known as Voldemort.
"I'll tell you later," was what I came up with, thinking I couldn't trust him with my secret. Draco read my mind--the wrong way. "You don't trust me, do you?" he asked, crying slightly. I jumped over the table and took his knife, which he had put to his wrist, trying to comfort him. "I don't know you, Draco. I want to trust you, but I've been burned too many times in the past." "Really?" he asked, as I wiped the tears from his eyes onto my robes. "Yes, Draco. Will you stop crying now? I um, never mind." "So do I."

Pansy was incredibly jealous, so she spoke up. "I hate you, Diana!" And there went our friendship, which was bad, because we shared a dormitory. Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and I went to the common room.
We talked all night, and when Crabbe and Goyle fell asleep, I took Draco to my chamber in a dark corner near the Gryffindor Tower.

"Open," I told the trapdoor in Parseltongue, and Draco and I fell down a chute into a chamber which I had constructed the day before. It was dimly lit with a tinge of green. It led straight into the Chamber of Secrets, but that was for my family, and my family only. Needless to say, I didn't take Draco. "This place is amazing!" exclaimed Draco. He fell absolutely in love with the place. "Y'know, Draco. There's more to this place than meets the eye. We're in hypertime. You know how when you're in a dream, an hour is about 10 minutes in normal time? Well, in here, an hour in real time goes by every year."
"How did you make it like this?" "It's very complex magic. I've studied it since I was three years old. My father taught me alot about strong magic and the dark arts."
"Who is your father?" "Oh, no one special." That was a lie! My father was the best wizard in the history of the world. But should I really tell Draco? I think not.
"I see. What's your middle name?" "Slytherin. My parents are kind of obsessed." Is my nose growing? I thought, Probably not, because Draco's not looking at me any differently.
Actually, he was. He was smiling at me. He held his finger up to my lips and kissed me. When he realized what he had just done, he told me never to tell a soul. Why would I, though? I didn't even like this boy. Or did I?

Draco and I went back to the common room, but this time, there was someone else there. This someone was Pansy Parkinson, just about the last person we'd want seeing us together.

"It wasn't his ugly face that did this, Diana. And Draco, you like walking around with freak shows like her? You two scare me. Did you fall in love with each other before or after your insulting session?" "I'm not in love with Draco!" But Draco was silent, but then said, "How could I fall in love with a prefect wannabe?" "And how could I fall in love with someone who could just buy another girlfriend?"

So Pansy shut up and went back to our dormitory as I followed, and Draco went up to his. I went to the sock drawer to get hair dye, and Pansy asked, "Why the fuck do you keep hair dye in your sock drawer?" I just shrugged and closed the sock drawer. "Diana, are you okay?" "What do you care? You hate me, remember?" "I was, um..." "You were jealous! You were mad at me because Draco..." My voice faded away and died.
"Yes, Diana. I was jealous because Draco almost killed himself for your trust. And admit it, Diana, you love him, too. If you didn't, you would just sit there and watch him hurt himself. You would have sat there, possibly telling him to stop. You would leave him there to cry, 'knowing' he would eventually be better."
"That's what you did," I whispered spitefully, "you just knew he wouldn't kill himself. You just knew he'd eventually feel better. As long as you're the love of his life, what do you care? But you're not, are you? No. So if I were you I would lighten up and find someone I actually care about, and not just see as a pretty face."
"But I love Draco. It's just that I was..." "Too shy?" Pansy nodded. "That's a sad excuse. If I weren't there," Pansy screamed, "THEN HE WOULDN'T HAVE TRIED TO KILL HIMSELF IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!"
She was right. My exsistence messed up her life. If I were to die, her life would be that much better. But what about Draco, the boy who cried for me?