I have no clue why I was chosen by Fate to run into Draco Malfoy on curfew patrol, but I did.
"Granger," he said with his usual sneer. "Filthy mudblood. I'm glad to see you're looking rather haggish tonight."
My hand started to lift my robe a bit. Just a bit. I couldn't help it.
"Yes, Malfoy," I replied. "I don't see how it is possible for me stand in your presence in all my ugliness when you are looking so incredibly sexy."
Argh! Shut up! Shut up!
He faltered a minute, then started to rush toward me, his arms flinging open. I could have sworn that I heard music somewhere and a voice singing "so happy together…"
I allowed him a quick snog then kicked him. Hard.
He ran off like a little girl.
I really got to stop doing this.
How embarrassing.
~March 24th~ Thursday
Lost count...
It's happened. McGonagall is completely gone. She failed to show up for transfiguration today, and she hasn't been at any meal in the Great Hall for the past week.
Dumbledore called me into his office and pushed a sack of toffees across the desk at me. I'm probably going to end up like one of those people that when they see or smell a certain food, they'll get sick or depressed because it reminds them of a bad memory. Except for me and toffees, it won't be so much getting sick and depressed as it will screaming and beating people with large sticks.
"Miss Granger…" Dumbledore said to the toffees, smiling sadly. "I wanted you to be the first to see this…"
He handed me a piece of photo paper that was splattered with a landscape that looked like the Caribbean. In it were two people, Professor McGonagall wearing a tartan bathing suit and Lucius Malfoy, his platinum blonde hair gleaming in the sun. Malfoy had his arm around McGonagall's shoulder, the Dark Mark displayed clearly on his pale skin. He looked incredibly out of place, like a werewolf in a silverware store. Or Goyle in a bookshop.
Or Umbridge in the Clothing Shop for Those With Good Taste.
Okay, I'll stop now.
Anyway…
This year is floundering about like some stinking fish. Some fish that needs to be shot.
Like Ron.
Or at least wounded badly.
~March 28th~ Monday
Chocolate Units: 4 (excellent), Malfoy Seductions: 0 (saint-like), Attempts at Ron Voodoo Doll: 2, Times Harry Had to Tell Me They Didn't Actually Work Before Giving Up: 5
I must inform Snape that I have pinpointed his purpose in life: to drive me mad. He's also doing quite a good job of it.
He spent most of Double Potions hovering around my seat, critiquing my every move.
"Miss Granger, unless you plan on giving everyone in this classroom a severe case of the runs, I suggest you chop a bit off of that mulberry leaf."
Or
"Miss Granger, sit down and stop waving your hand in the air. You look like you're ready for lift off."
Or, my personal favorite:
"Miss Granger, the N.E.W.T judges are looking for a warming potion, not a Wizard Substitute for Viagra."
Sometimes it surprises me that he knows so much about Muggles.
And sometimes it just plain scares me.
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