From The Desk Of Draco: Entry One
A/N: I know this story is kinda boring right now but wait until I throw in the evil plot twist. Two for that fact. mwhaha Alas I still don't own anything all but of J. K. Rowling, but if it weren't her these stories wouldn't be here Stevens Just get on with the story. I want to read what Dra...er... Malfoy wrote.
Dear Journal, This concept is new to me. Writing in book my personal thoughts, dreams and happenings seems really stupid. I just wanted to know what it would feel like to do this. Many famous wizards and witches kept journals and a lot of muggle pictures (a/n translation: movies) show them writing in them often.
Hey what's that sound? It's coming from Stevens' room. What the HELL is that? It's like music and it's making the ink bottle on my desk move. There also a tapping sound coming from her open door. I going to shut the door. Excuse me. Wait why am I talking like this book is real. Maybe Mandy... er ...Stevens craziness is rubbing off on me. shudders That's a scary thought.
Well I guess with start with what happened today. My father was really pissing me off, telling me that after this year I'm to join the Death Eaters so I wasn't is my best mood. I've heard it enough and I'm definently not looking forward to my fate. I think I might run way before he has time to find me at Platform 9 3/4 at the end of this year.
Anyway Pansy didn't help my mood by following me around and spouting random love poems and it gave me a headache. I finally got rid of her by telling her I had to go to the loo. I left the compartment we were sitting in and ducked into the loo. I stayed in there long enough that Pansy left in search of her supposed friends. I spent the rest of the trip making fun of Potty, the Weasels and the insufferable know- it- all. I was suprised that she didn't make Head Girl but she's just been too busy fondling over Weasel. It makes me sick to think about it.
I stepped off the train keeping an eye out for Pansy and Blaise. Blaise, I needed to talk to. Pansy, I wanted to avoid, if humanly possible. I spotted her heading my way with Melissa and others in tow. I hid behind a pillar and waited for her to pass. I thought of how much I despised her. I grimanced at the thoughts running through my head. I noticed Mandy Stevens, the Head Girl glanced over my way and I pretended to looked disgustingly at the muggles. Her face looked like someone had burst her bubble. Then she laughed and laughed and laughed.
Goyle was getting annoyed. He gripped his fist before swinging and hitting her over the head. She collapsed under the force. She looked pretty funny sprawled out on the ground. I sauntered over with a smirk. I noticed a small black book with gold trim around the egdes, lying on the ground. Bending over I picked it up and slipped it in my pocket. Hang on, I still have it. I think I'll read it before I return it to her.
Continuing on with my story, I decided not to leave her laying on the ground. So I gathered her up into my arms. She surprising light for someone her size, or it could be the muscles I had gain over the summer but I don't think it was the latter. I walked towards the carridges with Crabbe, Goyle, and my good looks, (inherited from my mom's side) Crabbe and Goyle pushed people out of the way and other moved after realizing who I was. We reached the transportation in record time. I climbed in with her still in my arms and sat down on the springy seats. Goyle climbed in with Crabbe shutting the door behind him. Pansy was running towards the carridge. 'Go! Go!' I shouted and we started moving up the path to the castle. I sat there looking at Stevens. She was pretty in a sporty type of way but not would never be as beautiful as the youngest of the Weasel family. Her head lolled about with the movement of our ride until I moved my arm to support it. The guys looked at me funny, then looked away after I stared at them.
When the carridge made a bumpy stop at the foot of the stairs. I climbed then and turning Stevens over to Flickwick and entering the Great Hall. I took a seat at the center table were I and my associates sat throughout the year making fun of Potty's gang, suffered loses, lots of them mind you. My friends filled in around me and we waited for the Old Bat to begin the sorting. We gained 6 new Slytherins this year and they're pretty scrawny. I'm so glad not to be a Prefect this year.
Dumbledore made the same announcements he had every year in my past to the first years. Except.... I have to ask some one about soccer. I know it's a muggle game and pretty close to Quidditch. But then he introduced the Head Boy, me, and told the school that the Head Girl had an unfortunate accident on the train, and was currently in the Hospital Wing. I looked over to the Ravenclaw table to where her friends sat. They shook their heads at this comment. The feast appeared and we ate and ate. I left, leaving the idiots and various Slytherins to talk and stuff their face.
Pansy followed me and tapped me on the shoulder. I whirled around, knowing very well who. I yelled at her and she ran away crying. I smirked as Snape walked over to me. I asked him where my dorms were. He lead me up seven flights of stairs and down so many corridors that I was officially lost until we stood infront of a picture of a castle with a closed drawbridge and a knight standing guard. Then he left. I shook in angry that he didn't even have the care to tell me the password. I knocked on the door hoping that Stevens would be in there. She was and tried to close the door before I could enter the room. I pushed hard against the door. I slipped into the room, made a couple comments and fell on to one of the couches.
She said something about pizza and it appeared on the table infront of us. I stared at it and her. How'd that happen? I tried it later in my dorm after I stormed from the common room. I entered my dorm after I had accidently going into hers. She yelled something up the stairs after me ,but I ignored it. I explored my room, being used to living in luxury nothing excited me. Except this...soccer what is it. I going to read Stevns' diary and go to bed
A/N: It's longer then my normal short chappies but I guess it will do. There are clues to my plot twists it you read it carefully. Thanks for the reviews and hopefully the next chapter will be up tomorrow
A/N: I know this story is kinda boring right now but wait until I throw in the evil plot twist. Two for that fact. mwhaha Alas I still don't own anything all but of J. K. Rowling, but if it weren't her these stories wouldn't be here Stevens Just get on with the story. I want to read what Dra...er... Malfoy wrote.
Dear Journal, This concept is new to me. Writing in book my personal thoughts, dreams and happenings seems really stupid. I just wanted to know what it would feel like to do this. Many famous wizards and witches kept journals and a lot of muggle pictures (a/n translation: movies) show them writing in them often.
Hey what's that sound? It's coming from Stevens' room. What the HELL is that? It's like music and it's making the ink bottle on my desk move. There also a tapping sound coming from her open door. I going to shut the door. Excuse me. Wait why am I talking like this book is real. Maybe Mandy... er ...Stevens craziness is rubbing off on me. shudders That's a scary thought.
Well I guess with start with what happened today. My father was really pissing me off, telling me that after this year I'm to join the Death Eaters so I wasn't is my best mood. I've heard it enough and I'm definently not looking forward to my fate. I think I might run way before he has time to find me at Platform 9 3/4 at the end of this year.
Anyway Pansy didn't help my mood by following me around and spouting random love poems and it gave me a headache. I finally got rid of her by telling her I had to go to the loo. I left the compartment we were sitting in and ducked into the loo. I stayed in there long enough that Pansy left in search of her supposed friends. I spent the rest of the trip making fun of Potty, the Weasels and the insufferable know- it- all. I was suprised that she didn't make Head Girl but she's just been too busy fondling over Weasel. It makes me sick to think about it.
I stepped off the train keeping an eye out for Pansy and Blaise. Blaise, I needed to talk to. Pansy, I wanted to avoid, if humanly possible. I spotted her heading my way with Melissa and others in tow. I hid behind a pillar and waited for her to pass. I thought of how much I despised her. I grimanced at the thoughts running through my head. I noticed Mandy Stevens, the Head Girl glanced over my way and I pretended to looked disgustingly at the muggles. Her face looked like someone had burst her bubble. Then she laughed and laughed and laughed.
Goyle was getting annoyed. He gripped his fist before swinging and hitting her over the head. She collapsed under the force. She looked pretty funny sprawled out on the ground. I sauntered over with a smirk. I noticed a small black book with gold trim around the egdes, lying on the ground. Bending over I picked it up and slipped it in my pocket. Hang on, I still have it. I think I'll read it before I return it to her.
Continuing on with my story, I decided not to leave her laying on the ground. So I gathered her up into my arms. She surprising light for someone her size, or it could be the muscles I had gain over the summer but I don't think it was the latter. I walked towards the carridges with Crabbe, Goyle, and my good looks, (inherited from my mom's side) Crabbe and Goyle pushed people out of the way and other moved after realizing who I was. We reached the transportation in record time. I climbed in with her still in my arms and sat down on the springy seats. Goyle climbed in with Crabbe shutting the door behind him. Pansy was running towards the carridge. 'Go! Go!' I shouted and we started moving up the path to the castle. I sat there looking at Stevens. She was pretty in a sporty type of way but not would never be as beautiful as the youngest of the Weasel family. Her head lolled about with the movement of our ride until I moved my arm to support it. The guys looked at me funny, then looked away after I stared at them.
When the carridge made a bumpy stop at the foot of the stairs. I climbed then and turning Stevens over to Flickwick and entering the Great Hall. I took a seat at the center table were I and my associates sat throughout the year making fun of Potty's gang, suffered loses, lots of them mind you. My friends filled in around me and we waited for the Old Bat to begin the sorting. We gained 6 new Slytherins this year and they're pretty scrawny. I'm so glad not to be a Prefect this year.
Dumbledore made the same announcements he had every year in my past to the first years. Except.... I have to ask some one about soccer. I know it's a muggle game and pretty close to Quidditch. But then he introduced the Head Boy, me, and told the school that the Head Girl had an unfortunate accident on the train, and was currently in the Hospital Wing. I looked over to the Ravenclaw table to where her friends sat. They shook their heads at this comment. The feast appeared and we ate and ate. I left, leaving the idiots and various Slytherins to talk and stuff their face.
Pansy followed me and tapped me on the shoulder. I whirled around, knowing very well who. I yelled at her and she ran away crying. I smirked as Snape walked over to me. I asked him where my dorms were. He lead me up seven flights of stairs and down so many corridors that I was officially lost until we stood infront of a picture of a castle with a closed drawbridge and a knight standing guard. Then he left. I shook in angry that he didn't even have the care to tell me the password. I knocked on the door hoping that Stevens would be in there. She was and tried to close the door before I could enter the room. I pushed hard against the door. I slipped into the room, made a couple comments and fell on to one of the couches.
She said something about pizza and it appeared on the table infront of us. I stared at it and her. How'd that happen? I tried it later in my dorm after I stormed from the common room. I entered my dorm after I had accidently going into hers. She yelled something up the stairs after me ,but I ignored it. I explored my room, being used to living in luxury nothing excited me. Except this...soccer what is it. I going to read Stevns' diary and go to bed
A/N: It's longer then my normal short chappies but I guess it will do. There are clues to my plot twists it you read it carefully. Thanks for the reviews and hopefully the next chapter will be up tomorrow