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Vampire_Hunee

Summary: I'm not really sure how to sum this story…Draco's POV.

So, yeah, we shall begin?

*Draco Malfoy (Slytherin) writing in his dorm*

He really doesn't see how lucky he is. Honestly, he has true friends, and he's rather favored here at Hogwarts. Really, even Dumbledore shows favor with him. Not that I'm complaining…ok, I am. As much as I wish I had no reason to complain, I really do have reason to complain. My father beats me, my mother doesn't dare to even talk to me, and mmy friends arent really friends at all. Pansy loves anything if it'll look at her, and Crabbe and Goyle are just body guards, arent they? Compliments of my father, of course.

So, here I am. Writing to you, my journal. A lot of guys call it 'gay' or 'girly' to keep a journal, but it helps me understand my thoughts. Also, you are my only true friend. But how did this come to be? Did it start here? Or earlier in my youth? I'm not sure. But it definitely became apparent to me when Harry declined my friendship. You know hwat that is? My father's name and reputation precede me.

I look up just in time to see Pansy strolling in. I hastily close my journal and shove it between my mattress.

"Draco, what are you doing in here all by yourself?"

Idiot girl, she doesn't even notice my dripping quill on my bedside table.

"Nothing, just thinking."

"About whom? Me, I presume."

"And, why you, Miss Parkinson?"

"Because," she looks flustered, surely her Draco shouldn't protest.

"Yes, Miss Pansy, of course. But, mind, am I your curr--"

"Well, no! But youre always mine…"

"Beg your pardon!" I want her to leave now! Perhaps I can annoy her into sumbmission. Mind, I am unfortunate in my positioning.

In my haste to hide my notebook, I ended up sprawled across the bed.

"Well," she's whining now, "you'll always be mine. I'll always love you." She says this quietly, slowly, while she crawls across the bed and lays down next to me.

She twistes so as to be on her side, then slides her arm across my back, putting a protective hold on me.

"Pansy, what are you doing?" I cry as I slither away from her grip.

"Draco, I'm cuddling with you!"

"Well, don't! What would your boyfriend think if he waled in?!"

I jump up and stride as fast as I can out of my dorm.