Chapter 15

Draco sat sulking for a while, still having trouble understanding why he had said what he had to her. He found her attractive, sure, but he found a lot of people attractive. At points he even found Pansy attractive.

Getting up with a few irritated mumbles, he walks out, down the corridor to the main Slytherin quarters. He didn't even have to say the password as the painting was familiar with his family. As he stepped in, he was greeted by a full common room of people. Taking his usual lounge on the small green couch. Before he could even drift into thought, he felt a small weight straddling him. As he looked up, he saw the one and only Pansy Parkinson staring down at him.

"Hiya Draco." Her southern drawl is just as bad as it was last year.

"Go away Pansy…" He sighs, pushing her back, trying to not react to her.

Pansy pouts, tracing a white finger around his jaw, "Aww, come on Dracie, you know you can always come to me. And that Granger slut won't bug you…"

He cringed at the name Dracie. She'd called him that ever since he'd shown a remote interest in her. He'd regretted it ever since. His anger flared next though, as he realized what she had said to him, "Pansy, go fuck something else, you little whore! You're more of a whore then Hermione is!" He pushed her off, ignoring the stares and snickers from the others. He jumped up, running out of the common room. How did he manage to put up with them?

Just as he was rounding the corner, someone grabbed him and pulled him into the nook of the hall. Suddenly he was staring at Troy Alder, one of the other Slytherin scums he was part of.

Troy held one of arms behind his back, pinching the nerves there. Draco shot out his elbow, hearing Troy grunt as they connected. As Draco took a step back, he looked over the youth. He was tall, dark, and handsome to most Slytherin girls, but to Draco, he was an enemy. Almost as much as Potter. Troy's brown hair fell over his face easily, covering what Draco knew were dark emotionless pits. Troy smirked at him, chucking him under his chin, "Well, well. Seems someone's falling for a mudblood eh? How's she in bed 'Dracie'?"

Draco swings his fist, a nice hook punch he noted later. It would've been even nicer had it actually hit Troy. But he was expecting Draco to pull something like that. As it was, he was being held again by his arm. "Better run Dracie, we wouldn't want your whore missing you." With that last insult, he pushed Draco forward, vanishing without a trace.

If Troy wasn't so advanced in his magic, Draco would've taken him on. But he knew he'd be on the ground in no time. So, holding his hurt arm, he trudged back to his room, arm throbbing from where Troy's nails had dug into his arm.

As he fell on his bed, eyes lids already dropping, he sighed, grabbing the journal. He might as well write. Taking his quill, he begins to scribble, suddenly alive with energy.
Dear Journal

It seems life is about to get harder. Now the entire Slytherin company thinks I actually like that mudblood. Which I do, I mean, I don't. I don't. Because I can't. And she can't like me.
And if I ever get the fucking chance to hurt Troy, I'll do it. I'd give anything to see him hurt. To see him die painfully and slowly for what he called her. The one I care about. I can't let her in my world… Too much pain. Way too much.

-Draco C. Malfoy
Reading back through a few pages, he recognizes his father's handwriting… Before he can even finish reading the first sentence, he's asleep. Before he drifted, all he could think was: Where did all my energy go?
A/N: Well, the journals are interesting, aren't they? Very key though. They'll play a part later, as does everything.

A/N: Well… It seems that Troy will be playing a part, and I warn you, this ish going to be a LONG fic. Like, I have to keep writing… I'm working on another one, about Dumbledore's past. It's okay. So yeah, this'll be a long one, and I'm giving you three chapters today. This is like a record, four chappies up in just one weekend. Yeah… I'll be have more fights, arguments, and such as soon as classes start. Prolly only one chappie on the week before classes start. A couple on classes, then they'll be having Spring Break, which will be a week long… Bwhahaha, that's gonna be fun. So, thank you to all my reviewers, and I can always use advice!

-Shads