Taking his Nimbus 2001 Draco flew to the Quidditch field. Potty and
company were always there around this time. He knew because last time he
went to the Quidditch field around that time Potty had nearly blasted him
off his broom after Draco made some "honest remarks."
It was almost sunset and the field had long shadows growing on it like weeds. The gold hoops cast crooked shadows on the dark grass. Harry Potter was showing off as usually, doing neat tricks on his Firebolt. His fan club was in the bleachers cheering loudly right on cue, Ginny especially.
"Well if it isn't Potty with his gang of weasles and mudbloods?" Draco said lowly, he knew that Ginny, Ron, and Hermione couldn't possibly hear from up here.
"Take that back Malfoy!" Harry snapped, taking out his wand.
"Come on Potty, hex me! Protect your girlfriend's honor." He drawled.
"Malfoy, I'm warning you. Shut up or I'll transfigure you into a ferret."
"Come on, Potty." Malfoy goaded, "be a little more creative then that."
He quickly ducked with a curse hurtled his way. Malfoy zoomed up to Harry and punched him as hard as he could. He had been waiting forever to do that and he knew that Harry would be too honorable to snitch on him. Harry socked him back, nearly breaking his nose.
"Stop that!" He heard Hermione screamed. He glanced down, Hermione had taken out her wand. Acting quickly, Draco pulled the book out of his pocket and shoved Harry with both hands. Unfortunately, he was only able to knock Harry off balance. The book landed in the grass.
"Why Potter, I think you dropped your diary. Tell me do you have issues?" Draco said wickedly. Ginny recognizing the book dashed onto the field and grabbed it. Hugging it to her chest, she burst into tears and ran back towards the school. Hermione quickly followed her.
"Looks like your admirer is overjoyed to get her hands on your diary, Potter. I bet she'll read it from cover to cover." He said loudly. Ron stared at Harry and then looked at where Ginny had disappeared.
"You keep a journal, Harry?" Harry gave him a confused look. Draco laughed; he had actually tricked the Triwizard champion with a simple slight of hand trick. "I suggest you get the book, Potter, before someone publishes it."
With that he flew away.
***
A few minutes later, he reached the Slytherian Dormitories. He welcomed the sight of the gloomy, damp dungeon and green and silver tapestries. He ran down the narrow twisting stairways to the boy's fifth year bedrooms. Pulling his book out of his silver- crusted and jeweled trunk. He lay on his stomach as he read.
Dear Journal,
I can't believe Harry stole my journal! I never thought he would do such a thing. I bet he's read it and is in his room right now laughing about stupid little Ginny's crush on him. How could he! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! (A large wet stain suddenly appeared on the parchment.)
I'm not sure if this journal can write back or not, maybe Harry wrote it. I bet Harry told Ron too, that was why he was laughing at dinner today. And he's my brother. How could he, we're supposed to be family! Pretty soon the whole school will find out and oh that's too horrible to imagine. I wish I could steal and box full of Fred and George's dung bombs and put them in Harry and Ron's beds. That will show them. Oh no! Hermione's coming.
Yours truly,
Ginny
Draco laughed until his sides burned, now she hates him, he thought gleefully. The girl was as easy to control as a broomstick. He pulled out a pen from his robes and chewed the tip while he thought.
Dear Ginny, (he wrote in large flowing letters)
I'm sorry to hear about the Potter incident. It's rather unfortunate, but boys do have cruel minds. You must show those two that you are not to be trifled with. Try to add some canary creams to their breakfast. I hope you the best of luck!
Sincerely,
Your journal
Carefully, Draco put the book back into his trunk and grabbed a few books and pieces of parchment before heading up the stairs to the common room. He cracked open a few books and dipped his quill in ink. He had to finish Professor Binn's history report in two days and tomorrow was Quidditch practice. If he got another bad mark, Lucius would be sure to whale him. It was going to be a long night.
It was almost sunset and the field had long shadows growing on it like weeds. The gold hoops cast crooked shadows on the dark grass. Harry Potter was showing off as usually, doing neat tricks on his Firebolt. His fan club was in the bleachers cheering loudly right on cue, Ginny especially.
"Well if it isn't Potty with his gang of weasles and mudbloods?" Draco said lowly, he knew that Ginny, Ron, and Hermione couldn't possibly hear from up here.
"Take that back Malfoy!" Harry snapped, taking out his wand.
"Come on Potty, hex me! Protect your girlfriend's honor." He drawled.
"Malfoy, I'm warning you. Shut up or I'll transfigure you into a ferret."
"Come on, Potty." Malfoy goaded, "be a little more creative then that."
He quickly ducked with a curse hurtled his way. Malfoy zoomed up to Harry and punched him as hard as he could. He had been waiting forever to do that and he knew that Harry would be too honorable to snitch on him. Harry socked him back, nearly breaking his nose.
"Stop that!" He heard Hermione screamed. He glanced down, Hermione had taken out her wand. Acting quickly, Draco pulled the book out of his pocket and shoved Harry with both hands. Unfortunately, he was only able to knock Harry off balance. The book landed in the grass.
"Why Potter, I think you dropped your diary. Tell me do you have issues?" Draco said wickedly. Ginny recognizing the book dashed onto the field and grabbed it. Hugging it to her chest, she burst into tears and ran back towards the school. Hermione quickly followed her.
"Looks like your admirer is overjoyed to get her hands on your diary, Potter. I bet she'll read it from cover to cover." He said loudly. Ron stared at Harry and then looked at where Ginny had disappeared.
"You keep a journal, Harry?" Harry gave him a confused look. Draco laughed; he had actually tricked the Triwizard champion with a simple slight of hand trick. "I suggest you get the book, Potter, before someone publishes it."
With that he flew away.
***
A few minutes later, he reached the Slytherian Dormitories. He welcomed the sight of the gloomy, damp dungeon and green and silver tapestries. He ran down the narrow twisting stairways to the boy's fifth year bedrooms. Pulling his book out of his silver- crusted and jeweled trunk. He lay on his stomach as he read.
Dear Journal,
I can't believe Harry stole my journal! I never thought he would do such a thing. I bet he's read it and is in his room right now laughing about stupid little Ginny's crush on him. How could he! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him! (A large wet stain suddenly appeared on the parchment.)
I'm not sure if this journal can write back or not, maybe Harry wrote it. I bet Harry told Ron too, that was why he was laughing at dinner today. And he's my brother. How could he, we're supposed to be family! Pretty soon the whole school will find out and oh that's too horrible to imagine. I wish I could steal and box full of Fred and George's dung bombs and put them in Harry and Ron's beds. That will show them. Oh no! Hermione's coming.
Yours truly,
Ginny
Draco laughed until his sides burned, now she hates him, he thought gleefully. The girl was as easy to control as a broomstick. He pulled out a pen from his robes and chewed the tip while he thought.
Dear Ginny, (he wrote in large flowing letters)
I'm sorry to hear about the Potter incident. It's rather unfortunate, but boys do have cruel minds. You must show those two that you are not to be trifled with. Try to add some canary creams to their breakfast. I hope you the best of luck!
Sincerely,
Your journal
Carefully, Draco put the book back into his trunk and grabbed a few books and pieces of parchment before heading up the stairs to the common room. He cracked open a few books and dipped his quill in ink. He had to finish Professor Binn's history report in two days and tomorrow was Quidditch practice. If he got another bad mark, Lucius would be sure to whale him. It was going to be a long night.
