A/N: I'm horribly sorry for the delay. I mean, really, how long as it been? But life has been busy, and inspiration has taken a long vacation…but there's a lot of D/G action in this chapter, and I will try to update sooner form now on!!!

Note: Excuse the strike /strike html tags, but when I chose the strike through effect on Word, it wouldn't show up when I loaded the file into ff.net so, there had to be some way to get my point across…bear with it, ok?

Disclaimer: I don't own any of this, except, maybe, Draco's putrid cologne.

December 23

Wow. My jaw is currently resting on the floor, in awe of all the things that have happened.

Whether it is good or not, you get to decide—but just in case you want to keep your sanity, you may want to not read this entry.

You have been warned.

Skulked around Hogsmeade. I realized at last minute that I did not have enough pocket money, as King Git (see Ronald Weasley for more details) stole it from me to buy a present for his dahhhling girlfriend. Decided I would have to borrow without permission but with every intention of giving it back. (A/N: An extra cookie to whoever first tells me where that's from. Easy enough, no?)

Bah. The only thing that restrains me from strangling that boy is the knowledge that tomorrow night…only one person will be laughing! And that person will be me! Fool of fools.

So.

Was v. cold today, wore about 10 layers of clothing, managed to look like a burnt marshmallow. I waddled about the streets and slipped about 129 times on the stupid, stinking ice. Saw many people looking at me funny, but that will all change soon. Feels soooo good to know that I will get my revenge on all these peppy, stereotypical, annoying, bird-brained, asinine, people.

I walked into Gladrag's, hoping that the old geezer who worked there would mistake me for an overgrown raven and would not find anything suspicious when I flew out with an equally dark material in my beak.

Wahahahha. Erm.

I was creeping around as quietly as I could, secretly guffawing because there was no stopping me now, and because I was oh-so clever and that I had actually achieved snatching intellectuality!!!!!—

When, of course, I ran into The Ferret. He still smelled bad. He still looked too un-ugly for my tastes. He was still tall and blonde and gray-eyed and definitely smarter than me.

" Shove off, Weasel. Go sniff some coins off of someone else." He was still mean.

But I cared none about that. Because I was right—he did have some very nice, black cloaks.

I am quite sure my eyes glistened and glittered and sparkled as I eyed his very black, very expensive, very big, very perfect cloak.

And I knew it had to be mine.

" Er, hello Malfoy." I inched towards him, breathing through my mouth. Once I got his cloak, I would have to beat it around on the streets, send it through the sewage, hand-wash it with the strongest of magical cleaning solutions, have the house-elves launder it 5 times before I would wear it. Bleegh.

" What are you doing?" He asked me, looking at me as if I had grown 5 more heads.

" Oh, nothing. Just glad to see you." I grinned toothily, a mistake on my part. Shouldn't have acted to cheerful. Damn me.

Never the less, I scooted even closer to him, until I could touch his cloak—and then with my fingers, I patted it slowly, grinning even wider.

" This is a nice cloak." I muttered smilingly. "Yes, it is."

" Er. Weasley?" His voice sounded tentative. " Are you feeling quite alright??"

" Oh, yes, I am!" I replied. " But you know how I could feel even better?" I asked innocently, now plucking at his coat. I licked my lips eagerly. The cloak…it would be mine soon…

He looked rightly uncomfortable. Bwahaha.

" Weasley, if you're trying to put moves on me—"

I blinked.

" Moves? On you?" I asked incredulously forgetting about my plan for a moment. As if! EWWWW!!! I immediately had the notion to just run for it…But the cloak! The cloak! I had to get the cloak if it was the last thing I did…

Trying to keep my lunch from hurling out of my mouth, I struggled to keep my face pleasant.

" Oh, but of course--" I choked a little here. " Draco…" I sidled up to him even more, until I was practically pressed up against him, my eyes hooded, lips pouting in what I hoped was seductive. Now…all I needed to do was to unhook the clasp of his cloak, so it would slip off him…then to break away, grab it, and run…

Easy enough.

I placed my hands on his shoulders, slowly moving down to caress his chest.

" You're just so sexy and irresistible, Draco…" I cooed, talking slowly and throatily. I looked up at his face and saw in disgust that he was smirking just a little.

" I know I am, Weasley." He bent down and whispered in my ear. His breath was hot, and it tickled my spine of all places, for a reason unknown.

I felt all hot and bothered all of a sudden, and my knees were beginning to feel like jello--and then I had my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, my mouth crashing down on his lips as my breaths turned into pants…

I was kissing him.

Him.

Malfoy.

I WAS KISSING MALFOY!!!!!!!

A red alert, I'm sure, went off in my head, but you know, I was a bit distracted. As soon as we began sucking face in a grotesquely passionate manner, he whirled me around (somehow, his arms had managed to wrap around my waist…and somehow, I had allowed it) and pinned me against the nearest wall.

I swear, we made the weirdest noises together. A sort of moaning and groaning sound that I'd rather not go into detail describing, thank you very much.

You want to know the worst part, though? The part worse than actually initiating the kiss for the sake of his nice cloak?

All through the snog, I was running my hand through his hair and my mind was going haywire, for it was thinking of Malfoy as truly the hottest, sexiest, most handsome boy at Hogwarts and ohgodIwanttodohim. My brain had turned to mush, and I almost forgot about my main objective.

Almost, being the key word. My head will still hang in shame, though.

Because, see, while I was in a state of absolute Malfoy bliss, there was suddenly the revelation in my head that this was NOT what I had come here to do, and that is how I was reminded of the cloak. Mmmphing against strikeDraco/strike Malfoy's mouth, my hands left his strikesoft/strike slimy, disgusting hair and began fumbling around with the cloak.

Fortunately (or unfortunately), he took this as a sign that I was impatient to get in him unclothed and in bed. Because I could hear his deep, throaty, chuckle echoing in my own mouth. Eck.

After a long tussle with the clasp, I finally managed to get it undone, and it fell away in my hands.

SUCCESS!!! Now, there was the rather difficult business of breaking off the kiss, strikewhich was especially hard when both parties were enjoying it immensely./strike

But that day, luck seemed to favor me. Just then, the old geezer that worked there must have decided that we were not two abnormally large ravens mating in her store, but two annoying students from Hogwarts, making out.

" You two! Ger outter here—take it somewhere else, ye hear?" I swear, that is how she talked. But god bless her innocent soul, even though she was very much about to throw her shoe at us.

Looking very flustered, we sprung apart from each other, and the old lady walked away.

I shied away from him immediately. Now that his lips weren't bestowing their hypnotic, brainwashing, knee-shaking powers on me, I could focus on what I had in my hands.

He must have noticed too, because he looked down at it with an amused smile on his face.

And now, looking up at him, I realized how much taller he looked, and that he definitely looked more handsome than he had 15 minutes ago.

NO! Stop these insane thoughts!!! To hell with Malfoy!!

" Er—I have to go!" I blurted loudly, blushing furiously. Stupid kiss had done funny things to me. I was probably scarred for life.

" Oh…" He looked surprised. " Oh, alright, then…" No insults, no pompous smirks, nothing. I realized then that the kiss had done funny things to him too.

Dear lord. Things were screwed up, and it was all my fault. Feeling that this was not worth it, I held out the cloak in front of him, offering him to take it back.

I mean, seriously. Not going through all of this for a cloak. I would just use something…else…

I waited in gloom as I waited for him to snatch it back. But 5 seconds later, the cloak was still in my hands.

" No." I looked up at him. Perhaps he had gone crazy. Maybe his brains were addled. Hel-lo, stupid Draco, TAKE your expensive cloak that I risked my neck to get!! TAKE IT NOW, AND LAUGH, YOU IDIOT!!

" You keep it." My eyes bugged out unattractively.

And then he did the most clichéd thing ever, the thing that all the main heart-throb characters do in stories—he walked away from me, looking as cool and mysterious as ever.

And then I did the most clichéd thing ever, the thing that all the main girl characters do when they have a heart-throb they just might like—

I borrowed (with no intention of giving it back) some money from Hermione (she always comes to Hogsmeade)—

And then I bought Draco Malfoy a Christmas present.

I fear life will never be the same again.

Things To Do:

Huh? Wha? I don't know! I can't think right now!

strikeOh my god, Draco is such a great kisser I think I'm going to die!/strike

Come on, Weasley, you need to keep your head on straight…focus…focus…

Ok, I got one.

1) Stop thinking about HIM!

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