Chapter Two: Lucius and the Broom Closet
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Dec. 31st – 4:17 p.m.
Mother came down this afternoon, carrying Lena, and sat in the parlor with me. We discussed Hogwarts and my trip back then spent the rest of the time in comfortable silence. My mother and I have never been close, but we have some sort of unspoken bond between us. I think it's because we've both put up with Father's shit for so long. I hate that man.
Lena looks just like Mother. She has fine golden hair and blue eyes. Father doesn't seem to have taken to her very well, for I see the look of disgust in his eyes. He told me that women are good for only one thing, that being heirs. Why then does he get pissed at my mother for being pregnant and having his children? It's a mystery. Bastard. Honestly, it's his entire fault in the first place.
Mother asked me today if I had a girlfriend. I told her no. I don't think Pansy really counts. She'd love for me to consider her my girlfriend, but in all honesty, I'd rather date Hagrid. I've heard that the shaggy look is actually in. Lately I've been having these weird feelings. I'm attracted to men. There, I admitted it. I like men. I hope father never finds this. My ass would be raw from beatings.
January 1st, 1997 – 7:09 a.m.
Great, another year of my life is set to begin. I turn 17 today. The day anyone else at the school knows, will be my death. Never trust anyone. A Malfoy always follows that rule. Just six days before the trip back to Hogwarts.
I've been practicing Quidditch more. I'd love to be as good as Potter, but I know I don't have those skills. My godfather, Severus, was quite a good seeker in his days. I tried to get him to teach me some skills, but I swear sometimes that man seems like he has a stick up his arse. He's way too tight. I wish he'd loosen up. He needs a change in wardrobe. Severus is beginning to look like a priest. The thought of Quiddith has just brought up very uncomfortable thought of Potter in the locker room. Ah! God! It burns!
9:10 p.m. – Same Day
I've been forgetting to write down the days of the week. Oh, well. This afternoon around 1:00 mother gave me my presents: a green cloak, a bag of chocolate, and some books. She wasn't able to get out to shop, so she sent Daisy, our houself, to get them. Father got me nothing (as usual I might add). Instead, the cheap-ass bastard blew his money on whores and booze. I hate my father. Bruise above eye finally starting to heal. Father left for London again. Don't know and frankly don't care when he'll be back.
January 3rd – 12:02 p.m.
Father came home this morning, drunk as hell, and about as crazy. Bastard started muttering about some prostitute named "Sasha" and how she robbed him. Mother was upstairs asleep, but I was sure the smell coming off his was strong enough to wake the dead. He was stumbling, so as I helped him up the stairs we fell. Anyway, long story short, I shoved the bugger in a closet in the west wing. I checked on mother, she and Lena were sleeping peacefully. Nice to know someone is getting sleep. I'm still scarred from that image of Potter naked…
I ran out of hair gel this morning. My hair is hanging loose around my eyes. I hate it this way. I look like some gay boyband reject. I must say though that the bloodshot part of my eyes goes nicely with the silver. I look like a candy cane. Back to Hogwarts soon.
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