February twenty-eighth, E =MC2, in other words, it's all relative
Goodness, has Malfoy and my relationship ever fallen apart. Malfoy is so stiff and formal with me that I am no longer willing to call him my friend. I am not sure what he thinks is going on between us, but he is acting as if we had sex or something. Maybe I was out of line to have placed my head on his shoulder, but honestly! Since when has being concerned for someone been considered a come on?
To think that I was actually willing to let the past go and be friends with him. I cannot tell you how much I was hurt by his actions. He has returned to his nasty self of old around me and keeps piling all this undeserved guilt on to my shoulder. Nadia says that he most likely has some sort of thing for me and that his tendency towards the melodramatic is his own conscience. It is such a shame because I was really starting to enjoy his company.
Other than Malfoy's total overreaction, life is pretty good. Things are great with Marty. I explained to him that I was unsure about how fast things were going, so he slowed down and stopped asking me what cut of diamond I prefer. Ron finally came crawling home to Mum last week. He told her he was out of line and begged for mercy. She forgave him and he and Malfoy have been buddy buddy ever since.
Ironically, it is Malfoy and I who are causing Mum trouble now. She asked me to try to be nicer to little mister thinks-he's-hot and 'for heaven sake stop mopping about the house.' I have decided to stay as far away from my Mum as possible, since heckling Malfoy has become my favorite thing to do.
Any way, I am getting close to being late to my study session with Malfoy the Martinet, so I will write more later.
March fourth, early, far to early
Ugh! Dealing with Malfoy at my parent's house is just too much. I now see why Ron stayed away all those months. It is simply sickening the way that he plays up to them. Maybe he is motivated purely by concern for them, but I am inclined to be suspicious. He is ever percent and Mum makes all these cooing noises at him. It is almost as bad as the way she use to treat Harry.
Speaking of Harry, I saw him just the other day. I have no clue what he is up to, leave it to him to become an unspeakable, but it is really agreeing with him. I think he might be dating someone, finally, but he is not as chatty with me as he once was. I have a feeling he never got over the fact that I stopped being crazy about him right before he realized what a good thing I am. Story of my life.
On a different note, I got permission to invite Nadia to visit my family. I had to go through the Department of Muggle Relations and everything. She is all set to come here for her spring break, which is the middle of this month. I am so excited I think I will burst! My family and friends are all a little iffy on it. That vile Malfoy told me that just because I was a muggle lover was no reason to subject the rest of the family to my sick little friendships. Not that I care what a puffed up popinjay like that says. And where does he get off including himself in the family?
About the only good thing that has happened Malfoy wise in the last month is that those nasty dreams have finally stopped, thank all that is holy. I am no longer tormented by the thought of his body next to mine.
I know it is stupid of me, but I really miss talking to him. Why oh why did he have to take my gesture of friendship the wrong way?
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Draco realized his mistake moments to late.
"What do you mean we should talk?" Virginia snapped "you haven't talked to me in weeks. You have been an absolute prig and I see no reason why the two of us should try to work out whatever problems you think we have."
He had expected her to be hostile, but the amount of venom in her words was move than he had counted on. "Virginia, you and I cannot go on the way in which we are. It is upsetting your family and..." he never got to finish. Her eyes flared and she stomped over to him. Her slender finger jabbed into his chest and she all but hissed her next statement.
"I do not want to chat with you about why you are turning what I thought was clearly an expectable way to treat a good friend into some sort of lurid affair. You are the one who needs to have his head looked at, not me, so don't try and play like I picked a fight with you." Her eyes glittered with something akin to contempt. He sneered and opened his mouth, but was cut off once again by Virginia's angry tirade. "All I did, Malfoy, was rest my head on your shoulder and you acted like I tried to seduce you. Freud would have a field day with you, dear boy."
"Pardon?" was all Draco could choke out. He sputtered in confusions for a couple of seconds, but quickly regained his confidence and pasted on a knowing leer. "Come off it Weasley." he said, his voice dripping with bitterness. "You got all funny and whispered 'this is wrong' then you kissed my neck. So do not try to play innocent with me." He forced a mocking laugh and carefully watched her reaction.
Virginia did a transformation before his eyes. Her rage turned to surprise, which was fast replaced by befuddlement, and came to rest at annoyance.
"That's where you're wrong love." Came her crisp reply. "I was worried about you. I knew you were upset and I wanted to help you work whatever was troubling you out. Moved by compassion alone, I touched your shoulder and asked you "what is wrong' then, without really giving it much thought, I rested my head on your shoulder as I stood behind you. If my lips came into contact with your skin, it was purely by accident." She took a deep breath and went on. "Listen Malfoy, I will admit that I find you intriguing, but I am with your mate. I am not the sort of girl who will cheat on her man simply because there is a chance that she will get away with it. If you thought me capable of such a deceitful act, then there really is no reason for this friendship of ours to go any further" she made as if to leave, but Draco's caught her arm. He looked deep into her eyes and knew what he had to say next.
"Honesty being the theme of this little debate, I will tell you truthfully that I want you more than any other woman in my life. Having said that, I am not willing to compromise my position in Marty's, your parent's and even your life by acting on what is no doubt a passing lust." He winced at his diction, but refused to let her see how much that statement had cost him. "I think there is a good chance that we can salvage what we were being to have between us. I promise not to jump to hasty conclusions if you promise to keep your handling of my body to a minimum. That is the best I can offer. If it is not enough, so be it." With that he pulled together his dignity and calmly strolled out of the room.
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March eighteenth, bugger the time
It is so wonderful having Nadia here. I think she is asleep right now, as any one in their right mind should be. Life has suddenly become much more roses and much less thorns. Talking to Malfoy sorted things out. I replayed the conversation with Nadia and we agree that Malfoy must really be feeling me for that sort of a misunderstanding to have occurred. It is not as bad as I could have guessed hanging out with him now.
Nadia and Marty have really hit it off. The two of them seem to think the world of each other. She said that she fancies him and that I should keep him under lock and key. I think it grand that the two of them get on so well. Malfoy even managed to make a good impression on her as well, so the four of us have been up to our ears in good times. Blaise and Anna went on holiday, so she has not met them yet.
I am not quite sure what to make of the whole Malfoy fiasco. He is a great guy, but he seems to have this ingrained need to torment me and completely distort all my actions until their meanings cannot be defined. While Nadia did have excellent advice in the past, I cannot depend on her to make all my decisions for me. If I want to remain friendly with him, I must sort out all the crossed wires between us.
April fool's day, in between my first and second class
Oh the prank I just pulled! How I love a day that gives me the right to play mind games with my friends and family. I paired up with Lav and really got Malfoy good. I had her reenact The Incident, as it has now become know, with an unwitting Malfoy. But when it came time for her to kiss his neck she started to lick and bite his ear. I jumped out from my hiding spot and took all sorts of photos of a red faced Malfoy trying to hide how much he was enjoying her ministrations. He started mumbling about how sensitive a man's ears are and all but ran from the room. Should I ever have the chance to use it, the information gained today will put me well ahead of him in the seduction arena. I know I will have to pay for my sins, but the joy of the experience cannot be denied.
April tenth, why did I ever think that recording the time would be a good idea?
That cheeky baggage! My less then favorite friend Lavender reported to me recently that she took place in some enormous conspiracy last summer. She claimed that she has been just eaten up by guilt ever since. Ha! I see how eaten by it she is, it took her well over ten months to confess her evil doings. I know now just who left those lovely red marks and why that bastard Malfoy was so darn smug.
Of course I confronted him with it. That git had the nerve to be caviler about the matter. Told me some nonsense about a bet and the like. Can you believe he wagered money, a large sum of money mind you, on his ability to seduce me? That asinine man. He is so puffed up on his own self image that it's a wonder he does not float.
He told me I am an excellent kisser and that he envies Marty's lips whenever they are pressed to mine. When I heard it I thought how very sweet of a thing that was for him to say. It's not every day a man as sexy as Malfoy give you a compliment like that. If he was not so mental, I could be inclined to find out what else he thinks of my bedroom skills.
Am I bad? Not really, considering the fact that I am now a free woman. It was very odd how my relationship with Marty ended. Somehow I ended up the victim. Amazing, is not it? All my guilt over wanting that vainglorious popinjay and in the end I was given the boot for something I had no part in at all.
Marty's mother was the reason we broke up. Not because she did not adore me, she invited me to tea just last week, but because her gifts told her that Marty's heart was meant for another. It must be horrid having a world famous mystic as a mother. Marty says that he has never once had a surprise in his life due to it. I guess she has no control over her powers, the poor dear. She just goes into a trance and blabs everything she sees to any one within hearing distance.
He says it is his own fault, that he told her he wanted to marry me and she went all hazy eyed and told him that he was destined to love someone else. That he had only met her briefly but that their souls have been intertwined since the beginning of time. The worst of it is that she did not tell him the girl was and could not remember a word of it after the fact. Now he is trying to get to know every girl he has 'met briefly' in hopes that she is the one he has loved for all time.
I thought it all smelled funny, but Marty gave me the engagement ring with my name engraved into it, and Malfoy has been telling me how very heart broken his mate is about the whole thing. I talked to Mum, and she says that every single one of Mrs. Waspen's predictions has come true, so there is no use trying to rekindle the romance.
Just when I find myself free to pursue that devil of a Malfoy, Lav has to go and ruin it. It vexes me to no end that she did not confess months ago. If she had I would be over it by now. Instead I am forced, once again, to turn from the all too tempting arms of my one time enemy. I could just kill her for it!
Goodness, has Malfoy and my relationship ever fallen apart. Malfoy is so stiff and formal with me that I am no longer willing to call him my friend. I am not sure what he thinks is going on between us, but he is acting as if we had sex or something. Maybe I was out of line to have placed my head on his shoulder, but honestly! Since when has being concerned for someone been considered a come on?
To think that I was actually willing to let the past go and be friends with him. I cannot tell you how much I was hurt by his actions. He has returned to his nasty self of old around me and keeps piling all this undeserved guilt on to my shoulder. Nadia says that he most likely has some sort of thing for me and that his tendency towards the melodramatic is his own conscience. It is such a shame because I was really starting to enjoy his company.
Other than Malfoy's total overreaction, life is pretty good. Things are great with Marty. I explained to him that I was unsure about how fast things were going, so he slowed down and stopped asking me what cut of diamond I prefer. Ron finally came crawling home to Mum last week. He told her he was out of line and begged for mercy. She forgave him and he and Malfoy have been buddy buddy ever since.
Ironically, it is Malfoy and I who are causing Mum trouble now. She asked me to try to be nicer to little mister thinks-he's-hot and 'for heaven sake stop mopping about the house.' I have decided to stay as far away from my Mum as possible, since heckling Malfoy has become my favorite thing to do.
Any way, I am getting close to being late to my study session with Malfoy the Martinet, so I will write more later.
March fourth, early, far to early
Ugh! Dealing with Malfoy at my parent's house is just too much. I now see why Ron stayed away all those months. It is simply sickening the way that he plays up to them. Maybe he is motivated purely by concern for them, but I am inclined to be suspicious. He is ever percent and Mum makes all these cooing noises at him. It is almost as bad as the way she use to treat Harry.
Speaking of Harry, I saw him just the other day. I have no clue what he is up to, leave it to him to become an unspeakable, but it is really agreeing with him. I think he might be dating someone, finally, but he is not as chatty with me as he once was. I have a feeling he never got over the fact that I stopped being crazy about him right before he realized what a good thing I am. Story of my life.
On a different note, I got permission to invite Nadia to visit my family. I had to go through the Department of Muggle Relations and everything. She is all set to come here for her spring break, which is the middle of this month. I am so excited I think I will burst! My family and friends are all a little iffy on it. That vile Malfoy told me that just because I was a muggle lover was no reason to subject the rest of the family to my sick little friendships. Not that I care what a puffed up popinjay like that says. And where does he get off including himself in the family?
About the only good thing that has happened Malfoy wise in the last month is that those nasty dreams have finally stopped, thank all that is holy. I am no longer tormented by the thought of his body next to mine.
I know it is stupid of me, but I really miss talking to him. Why oh why did he have to take my gesture of friendship the wrong way?
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Draco realized his mistake moments to late.
"What do you mean we should talk?" Virginia snapped "you haven't talked to me in weeks. You have been an absolute prig and I see no reason why the two of us should try to work out whatever problems you think we have."
He had expected her to be hostile, but the amount of venom in her words was move than he had counted on. "Virginia, you and I cannot go on the way in which we are. It is upsetting your family and..." he never got to finish. Her eyes flared and she stomped over to him. Her slender finger jabbed into his chest and she all but hissed her next statement.
"I do not want to chat with you about why you are turning what I thought was clearly an expectable way to treat a good friend into some sort of lurid affair. You are the one who needs to have his head looked at, not me, so don't try and play like I picked a fight with you." Her eyes glittered with something akin to contempt. He sneered and opened his mouth, but was cut off once again by Virginia's angry tirade. "All I did, Malfoy, was rest my head on your shoulder and you acted like I tried to seduce you. Freud would have a field day with you, dear boy."
"Pardon?" was all Draco could choke out. He sputtered in confusions for a couple of seconds, but quickly regained his confidence and pasted on a knowing leer. "Come off it Weasley." he said, his voice dripping with bitterness. "You got all funny and whispered 'this is wrong' then you kissed my neck. So do not try to play innocent with me." He forced a mocking laugh and carefully watched her reaction.
Virginia did a transformation before his eyes. Her rage turned to surprise, which was fast replaced by befuddlement, and came to rest at annoyance.
"That's where you're wrong love." Came her crisp reply. "I was worried about you. I knew you were upset and I wanted to help you work whatever was troubling you out. Moved by compassion alone, I touched your shoulder and asked you "what is wrong' then, without really giving it much thought, I rested my head on your shoulder as I stood behind you. If my lips came into contact with your skin, it was purely by accident." She took a deep breath and went on. "Listen Malfoy, I will admit that I find you intriguing, but I am with your mate. I am not the sort of girl who will cheat on her man simply because there is a chance that she will get away with it. If you thought me capable of such a deceitful act, then there really is no reason for this friendship of ours to go any further" she made as if to leave, but Draco's caught her arm. He looked deep into her eyes and knew what he had to say next.
"Honesty being the theme of this little debate, I will tell you truthfully that I want you more than any other woman in my life. Having said that, I am not willing to compromise my position in Marty's, your parent's and even your life by acting on what is no doubt a passing lust." He winced at his diction, but refused to let her see how much that statement had cost him. "I think there is a good chance that we can salvage what we were being to have between us. I promise not to jump to hasty conclusions if you promise to keep your handling of my body to a minimum. That is the best I can offer. If it is not enough, so be it." With that he pulled together his dignity and calmly strolled out of the room.
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March eighteenth, bugger the time
It is so wonderful having Nadia here. I think she is asleep right now, as any one in their right mind should be. Life has suddenly become much more roses and much less thorns. Talking to Malfoy sorted things out. I replayed the conversation with Nadia and we agree that Malfoy must really be feeling me for that sort of a misunderstanding to have occurred. It is not as bad as I could have guessed hanging out with him now.
Nadia and Marty have really hit it off. The two of them seem to think the world of each other. She said that she fancies him and that I should keep him under lock and key. I think it grand that the two of them get on so well. Malfoy even managed to make a good impression on her as well, so the four of us have been up to our ears in good times. Blaise and Anna went on holiday, so she has not met them yet.
I am not quite sure what to make of the whole Malfoy fiasco. He is a great guy, but he seems to have this ingrained need to torment me and completely distort all my actions until their meanings cannot be defined. While Nadia did have excellent advice in the past, I cannot depend on her to make all my decisions for me. If I want to remain friendly with him, I must sort out all the crossed wires between us.
April fool's day, in between my first and second class
Oh the prank I just pulled! How I love a day that gives me the right to play mind games with my friends and family. I paired up with Lav and really got Malfoy good. I had her reenact The Incident, as it has now become know, with an unwitting Malfoy. But when it came time for her to kiss his neck she started to lick and bite his ear. I jumped out from my hiding spot and took all sorts of photos of a red faced Malfoy trying to hide how much he was enjoying her ministrations. He started mumbling about how sensitive a man's ears are and all but ran from the room. Should I ever have the chance to use it, the information gained today will put me well ahead of him in the seduction arena. I know I will have to pay for my sins, but the joy of the experience cannot be denied.
April tenth, why did I ever think that recording the time would be a good idea?
That cheeky baggage! My less then favorite friend Lavender reported to me recently that she took place in some enormous conspiracy last summer. She claimed that she has been just eaten up by guilt ever since. Ha! I see how eaten by it she is, it took her well over ten months to confess her evil doings. I know now just who left those lovely red marks and why that bastard Malfoy was so darn smug.
Of course I confronted him with it. That git had the nerve to be caviler about the matter. Told me some nonsense about a bet and the like. Can you believe he wagered money, a large sum of money mind you, on his ability to seduce me? That asinine man. He is so puffed up on his own self image that it's a wonder he does not float.
He told me I am an excellent kisser and that he envies Marty's lips whenever they are pressed to mine. When I heard it I thought how very sweet of a thing that was for him to say. It's not every day a man as sexy as Malfoy give you a compliment like that. If he was not so mental, I could be inclined to find out what else he thinks of my bedroom skills.
Am I bad? Not really, considering the fact that I am now a free woman. It was very odd how my relationship with Marty ended. Somehow I ended up the victim. Amazing, is not it? All my guilt over wanting that vainglorious popinjay and in the end I was given the boot for something I had no part in at all.
Marty's mother was the reason we broke up. Not because she did not adore me, she invited me to tea just last week, but because her gifts told her that Marty's heart was meant for another. It must be horrid having a world famous mystic as a mother. Marty says that he has never once had a surprise in his life due to it. I guess she has no control over her powers, the poor dear. She just goes into a trance and blabs everything she sees to any one within hearing distance.
He says it is his own fault, that he told her he wanted to marry me and she went all hazy eyed and told him that he was destined to love someone else. That he had only met her briefly but that their souls have been intertwined since the beginning of time. The worst of it is that she did not tell him the girl was and could not remember a word of it after the fact. Now he is trying to get to know every girl he has 'met briefly' in hopes that she is the one he has loved for all time.
I thought it all smelled funny, but Marty gave me the engagement ring with my name engraved into it, and Malfoy has been telling me how very heart broken his mate is about the whole thing. I talked to Mum, and she says that every single one of Mrs. Waspen's predictions has come true, so there is no use trying to rekindle the romance.
Just when I find myself free to pursue that devil of a Malfoy, Lav has to go and ruin it. It vexes me to no end that she did not confess months ago. If she had I would be over it by now. Instead I am forced, once again, to turn from the all too tempting arms of my one time enemy. I could just kill her for it!