December 11, 1996
Just finished my last final. Don't want to talk about it, thank you.


December 13, 1996
Home!

At last.

Guess what? Harry is spending the Christmas break with us! That's the only reason I came, actually. And Ron, and Hermione.

Woo, this is great.


December 15, 1996
Unbelievable.

I overheard those damn paranoid little... people saying they thought I would pass on information to Draco. Because I didn't know what I was doing. Etcetera.

I'm speechless. I just want to... to scream and beat my pillow up. Good-bye.


December 16, 1996
You know, that certainly explains them leaving me out of stuff all the time. Like... they brought me dinner to my room today. I can't say that's not nice, but. Yeah.

I kind of like eating with people, you know...


December 18, 1996
Meh.

It's been boring.

Well, not that much - but nothing to write about. Watching Ron beating the hell out of everyone at chess, helping Mum to clean and cook... same old, same old.

I seriously have nothing to do.

Ohhh.

Oh wait.

An owl just arrived, with sweets...

Mint.

Someone's gonna die!

Or he would, if he were here.


December 21, 1996
I've been looking over this journal, and, by reading reading this, one might think Malfoy isn't as nasty as he seems.

Well, make no mistake - he is.

You should talk with him sometime. Besides boasting about how awesome he thinks he is, he also likes to talk about other people. More like, burning people down to pieces (can you burn something down to pieces? Mostly, I hear about "burning up". Oh, anyway).

At first I thought it was funny how he insulted Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, and other people I don't like behind their backs. But then it hit me what a nasty little jerk he is. He really slams everyone. Even people you'd think he'd get along with, like his teammates. You should see the crap he says about his team's Keeper. Ugh.

Ohh, that little superiority complex of his. Drives me crazy. That's what we fight the most about. I keep telling him he's not Superior to anyone, but he keeps saying he doesn't thinks he is, that he's just telling the truth. And that it isn't like he says it to the victim's faces. And I'd say, "How would you feel if someone you trusted talked rubbish about you behind your back? Huh?" And he'd say, "How much rubbish could be said about me?"

Oh lots, Malfoy. Lots!

Like how childish he is. Like how he bought his way into the Slytherin Quidditch team. Like how he'll probably not make it to Head Boy, when all Malfoys have been Head students. Like how he needs Crabbe and Goyle with him all the time. Because he can't protect himself.

Like how egoistic he is. Like how he buys any rubbish his father tells him.

Oh, I'm sorry Mr.Malfoy, but you're far from perfect. And I hate you, dammit. And I hope you become a Death Eater, so you get caught by an Auror and go to Azkaban. Maybe I'll be the one to catch you. Petty ba... idiot.

And and.

Darn it, I hate him.

How'd I ever agree to do this?


December 22, 1996
So reading this journal, I came accross this:

If I ever publish this, I'll call it "MAC: of Magic And Chasing"

Like I'd ever publish this!

Ugh. Just thinking about somebody possibly finding this and reading it makes me sick.

Honestly, how awful have I been? Thinking about it now... God. I've acted like a Slytherin.

I guess I never really had time to think it through.

Ah, but it's too late.

I guess I could confess.

Maybe later.

Ha, who am I kidding? Of course I'll never tell anyone. This is between Draco Malfoy and I, and it better remain that way.


December 23, 1996
I've noticed, reading this journal, that I stopped calling you by your name. It could be because, you know... it's pointless naming something you can't have a decent conversation with. Sorry. But it's the truth.

And I didn't write as much, mostly because you aren't wherever I am, and you can't keep secrets because anyone can read this. Mostly, I just told Draco whatever needed telling, because he can't tell on me. I go down, he goes down with me. And he knows it. Oh yeah...


December 25, 1996
I think he cracked.

Woop-dee-doo.

A/N: This chapter I wrote in, like... no time. Quite the contrary to the other one, which was a right little pain to write.

I thought this story didn't have enough D/G hate, so there. It's supposed to be a love/hate relationship, after all.

I've kind of been living in my little head, because I didn't know it was July 14 until I checked the date some minutes ago. And I've been reading the newspaper, too... huh. Yeah.

Thanks to the peeps who reviewed - Starriecat, ExtremeDancer, and saima. :)