He looked at me. Those gray eyes. They were some how beautiful. He always did have away of getting to you. Oh how he could get under your skin and make you wish you were him. That's one thing that he can do. I'm sure by now you know whom I'm talking about. If not I'll tell you. I'm talking about Draco Malfoy. Yea that's right Harry Potter talking about Draco Malfoy. If you were like me maybe you'd think the same way. Or maybe you'd think differently. But then again I don't know why I think about him in such a manor. It's crazy. Yea, I'm going nuts. I'm in a fourteen-year-old girl body. Right that's all it is. No it's not. I am Harry Potter. I am a fourteen-year-old boy. Oh now what are you thinking? Probably, Why would Harry think this way about a boy? Draco in fact. Well I guess what, I don't know the answer either. Maybe you do. Or maybe another person far off somewhere in another country or time does. Yea that's it. I'm not myself. Fred and George did something to me. They slipped me something in my pumpkin juice. Unfortunately that idea died cause they are in the hospital wing. Now what Boy-who-lived? Ron did something? Nope, he wouldn't he is my best friend.
Oh those bright green eyes. How I'd love to be him. They are very shocking to see in person. He gets to me like no one else can. He makes me get lost in thought. I always have this look on my face when I stare at him. Then when he goes to stare at me I turn my head away. Like I don't love him. I do though. Oh how I do. I want to be him. I want to see what it's like. Just to live a day in the life of Harry Potter. Now you're catching on. Two thoughts. Lost yet? Probably not. Yea, Draco Malfoy's thought's arise themselves here. So maybe I'd think more in poetry or something. Well I don't. Sorry to disappoint you. I think like a normal hormonal teenaged kid. I don't know why I think about Potter like this. I just do. I mean yea sure I thought like this once before when we first came here. Then I saw Millicent Bulstrode. She was hot for a while. She is yawn worthy now. So I own a journal and write crazy things about Harry. My dreams of him are wild. Yes wild crazy dreams. You could think I'm laughing now. I'm not. I'm actually just sitting here writing in my Journal. It's filled with things about him. Harry Potter. Well I love him. Ok that's a strong word. I just like him a lot actually. I wish I knew what he thought. Hear what he thinks. Yes that would be wonderful.
I wonder what Draco thinks about. He probably is thinking about ways to kill me. Well that's a let down on my part isn't it? Ok so yea I think about the boy. The platinum blonde hair boy. So? If you have a problem then you're reading the wrong thoughts. Go read Hermonie's. She is probably thinking about her dearest Ronniekins. Ew ok stop me there please. Yea I love Draco. Ok strong word. I like him on a higher scale. That's it a higher scale. Ok my thought's need to stop. What if you're Snape and your reading this? Maybe you could even be the one I like. You could be Draco. Anyways this is my journal you're reading. My thought's go in here. It's like a day in my thoughts. Well anyways, Good Night. I have to get to bed. (Falls asleep)
Ok so now what? I think I'll just tell you this. I like Harry in a stronger way. Not the normal way. So shut up and go read Goyle's thoughts if you hate mine. That's it. I can't think of what to write about the guy I like. Ok you know what I'll just put my journal away. I have to get to bed anyway. You know maybe you can read my journal again sometime. I just hope your not Harry or my Father. If you are get out of this. Well Good Night. Until the next day of thoughts and wonder. Hope you liked what you read. Night, journal reader.