My December

By Elly Malfoy

Universal Disclaimer: This is the last time I'm going to type this thing. I don't own anything, expect maybe my shoes, but that's it, so ha! You can't sue!

A/N: Yeash, yeash, I know I've away a long time and I'm sorry. I've been really busy with work and school; I'm sure some of you know how it is. The journal thing is cliché, I know, but I had to do it. Also, this chapter isn't much excitement, but it does set up the next one which has loads. Well, I'm sure you'll enjoy this; I hope you do at least!

A/N2: Reviews! Weeeeeeeee! Anyway, here are my thank yous!

NayNymic: I know, Draco always has to screw everything up. As for the other two, well, you'll see. I hate angst, too, but think of it this way, it is now November, think about what the title says.

pheonixelemental: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

CuriousDreamWeaver: I know. Those three have a lot of explaining to do! Lol.

ciceronian: You're welcome! Lol. Well, I would have done the same thing, but oh well. ACK.

Eadon: lol Thanks. I think your shower scene will come soon. Soooooooon. Lol.

PixieStar1: I know, stupid thing. Haha.

cheshire cat666: Well, I thank you. I hope you continue reading from the safety of your mom. Hehe.

Sapphrine: Poor Draco. Here's your update!

Yeash, I have changed my email to: phoenixfire495@hotmail.com, so if you want to beta or continue beta-ing (Pixie) email me there! Love ya! Enjoy the chappie!

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Chapter 10: To Tyne Own Self Be True

Dear Journal,

Serenity suggested that I start writing to, err, in you. Silly suggestion, but she said that it would help sort out my feelings. She's a very bright girl for an eleven year old. Anyway, it's been two weeks since I've talked to Dra- I mean Malfoy. I think I should get the Hogwarts Idiot of the Decade Award for believing that I could trust him. Prophecy or not, I was actually beginning to… No, I wasn't, it was just the pressure of keeping Hogwarts together and to make Dumbledore happy. I'm sure I can say, err, write that to you, but I guess deep down inside, I know it's a lie. Something about him makes me feel different. It's like all my pain and frustration goes away. I don't know, maybe I am falling for the insensitive little prat.

Yours truly,

Harry J. Potter.

"Harry, may we speak with you?" the raven haired boy heard. Hermione and Ron had sat on the couch next to him.

"Come to judge me again?" he snapped.

"No, no, we've actually come to apologize. It was wrong to say the things we did. It's your life and your choice, we shouldn't tell you who you can and cannot date. We're sorry, right Ron?"

"Yeah, mate, we're sorry. I've been miserable without you. Sure Hermione's my girlfriend, but you're my mate," Ron blushed.

"No guys, it's my fault. I should've told you, I didn't want or mean for you to find out that way. I'm sorry," Harry smiled.

"Well, that settles that," Hermione clapped her hands together. "Now, onto our N.E.W.T.s," she looked at both boys as the groaned.

"She's been twenty times worse while you were away," Ron whispered.

"I heard that!"

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Forks clanked on plates and people chatted about what they were going to do on their weekends. Harry and Ron decided they would go to the Quidditch pitch to get ready for the season. Hermione decided they would be in the library the rest of their time studying for the tests.

"Our first match is against," Harry paused, seeming to push away terrible memories he finished, "Slytherin."

"Malfoy's going to get what's coming to him," Ron chimed in.

"Yeah," Harry responded weakly.

"Oh, sorry, Harry, I forgot," Ron blushed.

"No, its fine, nothing's going on," Harry assured him.

Across the Great Hall, sliver eyes shone with sadness and with a strange combination of lust. Malfoy was sorry about what he did, but there was no way he could apologize after that performance. He didn't just want Harry for sex, that was a big part of it, yeah, but he wanted that companionship, the love that he showed to Ron and Hermione.

"Draco, are you okay?" Pansy Parkinson asked.

"Fine," he switched his look to the large girl in front of him. "Just fine," he said as he got up from his table and headed out of the Great Hall.

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"Malfoy!"

The blonde Slytherin stopped his journey back to his common room. He turned around expecting the Gryffindor he longed for, but was disappointed.

"Weasley, what do you want?"

"What did you do to Harry?" the red head demanded.

"I think that's between us," he smirked. (A/N: Ah, back to the old Malfoy, yum.)

"I disagree. He can't even talk about you, the Slytherins, not even Snape without grimacing," Ron informed.

"Grimacing, such a big word for a simple mind, yes?"

"Listen, Malfoy, if I hear that you've hurt him, I'll kill you!"

"A threat?"

"No, promise," the Gryffindor prefect said before storming off to his own common room.

"What a tangle web I've woven," the blonde sighed to himself.

"Terrible love life, I take it?"

"More than you know, Severus, more than you know," Malfoy nodded a goodnight to his headmaster and godfather before heading off to bed.

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Icky, back chapter, eh? Well, I had to get the Golden Trio back together before the match. Speaking of which, that's what the next chapter is about. I wonder what will happen when one captain will loose against his rival. Hm…… muwahahahahahaha!