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My Year

I've always been rather good at chess, even if I do say so myself.

I'm just sorry I let that knight sideswipe me and i didn't get a chance to go on with Harry and Hermione, but it's all water under the bridge and the Philosophers Stone is safe, so i suppose that's all that matters.

Now all I need to do is get rid of this filthy headache.

So why am I writing all of this down - seems odd to me to pen thoughts when I may as well just use a Pensieve or Auto-Quill to do the hard yards for me, but well, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

I can't believe my first year at Hogwarts is over. Ginny starts next year and Mum has the house to herself during the day. I wonder if she thinks it's going to feel strange or she's just biding her time and hoping that no one does anything stupid to ruin her chances of relaxing?

I wonder what Mum does to relax?

Anyway, I suppose I should just add a bit about Hermione and Harry. Who'd have thought I'd be friends with Harry Potter - The Boy Who Lived and that he didn't turn out to be a wanker like Malfoy. i still can't believe it some days and it's like a wish coming true to think that Harry and I are mates and we actually like each other. I'm waiting for the bubble to burst and someone to wake me up and tell me to stop thinking above myself, but it hasn't happened so far, so I suppose the odds are it won't.

I taught Harry to play chess, but he's really crap at understanding the strategy, which is strange. I mean he defeated He Who Must Not Be Named as a little baby, but he can't work out how to block my pawns or neutralise my bishop. I really hope when it comes time to face V...Vvv...him, that Harry has some sort of magical shield so he can get rid of You Know Who or at least send him away again. It's like he's an ordinary bloke, not a famous Wizard who can fly really, really well.

Harry was made Seeker for Gryffindor - the youngest Seeker ever...I think. I mean he just makes it look so easy and I wish I could fly like that. I betcha the broom is part of his success. It has to be, doesn't it?

But I suppose the strangest thing in all of this is that me and Harry get on really well with Hermione. She's a girl, but then I suppose that's just being stupid, what with me stating the obvious and all, but she's just so different from us and I still don't know how we all became friends.

I mean she did lie about the troll and it was pretty cool of her to let Harry and me off the hook, but well - Why would she do that?

She didn't have any friends and she is really irritating in class. She's always got her hand up and she knows the answers to stuff that even Fred and George have to think about. I wish I knew half the stuff that she does, but well I wish I could fly like Harry too. In fact, I reckon I'd prefer to fly like Harry than have Hermione's book knowledge.

I'm planning to have people to tell me what to do, so why should I learn anything more than I have to? Hermione tells me that's a stupid attitude and that knowledge is the best way to get ahead. I told her that He Who Must Not Be Named is supposed to be really smart, but then perhaps smart equals evil.

She got the shits with me and told me that if I pulled my head out of my ar...there, then I might just realise that the world did not revolve around food and sport.

I've got news for her - my world does revolve around food and sport.

So about this idea for a yearbook. Professor McGonagall says we'll all laugh about what we wrote as first years and it's a good way to look back and remember just what we thought was important. I don't know if what I've written makes sense, but this has been my first year, so maybe my priorities will change as things move along. I still want to hex Malfoy into the ground, but then I suppose maybe Hermione might be right. If I apply myself and learn my Charms and Hexes well, then I'll have more chance of turning Malfoy into a bit of dry toast than if I just have the idea that he's a little snotty tosser and be done with it.

I just told Hermione to bugger off. She's leaning over me telling me what I should and shouldn't write. She said I really need to study as I can't Charm Malfoy into toast - I have to transfigure him.

At this point in time, I know what I want to transfigure and Malfoy isn't at the top of my list just now.

Bloody hell Hermione! Stop reading over my shoulder and what did you slap me for?

AUTHOR NOTE: Written originally for challenge 22 at 30 Minute Fics, an LJ Community set up, run and moderated by Leo Gryffin. All hail the industrious and wonderful Leo Gryffin! :)