Name of Fanfiction: I Am Harry's Cold Sweat.
Genre: Harry Potter.
Rating: PG-13 to R.
Description: Harry finds himself keeping a cynical diary of his summer, then his seventh, and last year at Hogwarts, talking about everything from his anger, to his two recent crushes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, mmkay? The whole "I am Harry's Cold Sweat" came from Fight Club. I thought the line was genius, so sue me. Anyway, I own nothing, except for Rayleigh, a sixth year that follows him around. Andyeah. Nothing else. Not Harry Potter, nor Ron Weasley, nor Hermione Granger, nor Draco Malfoy... Nor Su Li. Or anyone. I am NOTHING.
September 8
School's started. I am officially a seventh year Hogwarts student. Unfortunately, Malfoy and his amazing troupe of Slytherin idiots are, too. I can respect Malfoy advancing a year, he's a clever little bugger, if not a bit pansy-ish. But Goyle and Crabbe? They're not the brightest crayons in the box, now are they? They're kind of like... trout coloured ones, i.e., very dull and slightly confusing.
A certain Ravenclaw seventh year has caught my eye. She kind of has the whole Cho Chang thing about her, except her head's not as large. And she's not as bitchy. Her name's Su Li, and she's one of the new Beaters on the Quiddich team. I have no idea how she'll manage it, though, she's tiny, but also slightly frightening. But in a good way.
So, the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher is okay, her name is Hestia Jones. Rather attractive if I do say myself. And, well, I do. I told Hermione and Ron this, and Hermione looked at me as if I was a loon (which I'm not), and told me that I thought everyone was attractive. I most certainly do not! I don't find Millicent Bullstrode, Pansy Parkinson OR Luna Lovegood attractive, at all! I told Hermione that, and she went on and on about how Professor Jones was, well, a professor, and pursuing her wound not be a good thing. HA! I then proceeded to point out the whole Lockhart ordeal, and she shut up. Still, if looks could kill, I'd be dead.
September 12
Did I mention I hate Quiddich practice anymore? Not only am I not the Captain, but I'm a bloody RESERVE. I have no idea who the new Seeker is, but whoever it is, I'm going to hate them. A lot. Until they regret joining the team and being better than me. A lot.
DAMN THEM. It's not bloody fair! I mean, Ginny's the bloody captain, and she's younger than me! And I'm a reserve. I tell you, those Quiddich blokes are going mental these days.
In other news, I've decided that pursuing Professor Jones would not be a good thing because:
A. Age difference is a bit... long, no?
B. The whole student-teacher thing.
C. The whole Lockhart ordeal, as I will never let Hermione live down.
But instead, I have decided to go after Su Li. Much better choice, don't you think? She's a student... I'm a student. She's a witch... I'm a wizard. And plus, she's only three months older than me!
A/N: What can I say. I love Su Li. Whooahaha.