A/N: Once again, sorry for the long wait. My breakup with my boyfriend has been anything but pleasant lately, and I've been battling the urge to punch him in the balls everytime I see him. Hope you like this new chapter! It's even complete with a song! (Does a small dance...)
Disclaimer: All though I would like to claim all of this as mine, I'm afriad I cannot. The characters in the story with the exception of Lena, Iana, and Silva are J.K. Rowlings. Take it up with her if you would like.
Warning: To all those who are just randomly turning to this page - this is aSLASH story - male/male pairings later on. Please click back if you don't want to read this. I suppose I should also put that this story is AU now that the Half-Blood Prince.
All Apologies by Nirvana
What else should I be?
all Apologies
What else could I say?
everyone is gay
What else could I write?
I don't have the right
What else should I be?
all Apologies
In the sun, in the sun
I feel as one; in the sun, in the sun
Married
Buried
I wish I was like you
easily amused
I find my nest of salt
everything is my fault
I'll take all the blame
aqua sea foam shame
Sun burn and freezer burn
choking on the ashes of her enemies
In the sun, in the sun
I feel as one; in the sun, in the sun
Married, Married, Married
Buried, yeah yeah yeah yeah
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are
All in all is all we are…
7:38 p.m.
I copied down the lyrics from some American Band named Nirvana. They seem really depressed all the time and their lyrics seem to fit my moods perfectly.
I'm all alone in the dormitory. Goyle shoved a piece of chicken up Crabbe's nose and theyboth are now in the Hospital Wing. Shortly after Crabbe's incident ,Crabbe decided to get revenge by shoving a piece of corn up Goyle's ass. Wanker. All I can say is that he's a lot braver than I am to get anywhere near Goyle's ass. Blaise is down in the common room with Pansy. I should remember not to touch the couch ever again. Nott is probably out tormenting some Hufflepuff 1st year.
Harry, I mean Potter, hasn't looked very well since he returned from Christmas Break. He didn't look all that healthy before, but I swear he's skin and bones now. He really should take more care of himself; I'd hate to see that beautiful body go to waste…
… Ok, I'm better now. I hope nobody notices that stain on the side of my curtains. Oh well, I'll just say it's toothpaste. I must say that I'm very glad I'm not head boy. Dumbledore would be smart not to make me Head Boy next year. Prefect duties are enough to kill me. I am constantly being put corridor duty at 10 o'clock at night. I never sleep. In fact, I actually fell asleep for the first time in class. And of all the classes to sleep in, I ended up asleep in the middle of Potions. I thought Severus was going to have a heart attack, but then he declared to the class that it was obvious that Potter had slipped me some type of sleeping draught. He took 30 points from Gryffindor and gave me 20 for being such a "brave young man."
11:11 p.m.
I miss Lady Lena. That's not normal. All members of the Malfoy family are expected to be cold, heartless, apathetic bastards. I hope Mum's okay, and Lucius is dead. Lucius. Sounds much better than father.
January 14th – Monday – 6:08 p.m.
It's been a week since I've written, but it's not like anything has happened. We started the 2nd semester. I managed to convince Severus to change my schedule and let me drop out of Divination… possibly the most worthless class ever. I took back up Astronomy. I had only dropped it because I already know everything there is to know about astronomy. At least now I'm getting top marks.
Hormones seem to be running rampant. I saw Weasley and the Mudblood walking the halls together, holding hands and looking rather happy. Potter seems to have finally taken a liking to the girl Weasley. She is pretty, but I definitely would rather have Potter. Why does everyone have someone except for me? Even Crabbe and Goyle found girlfriends. Crabbe is dating a 4th year named Iana Lestrange and Goyle is dating a 2nd year Syltherin named Silva Nott. Both of them are beautiful. How do they land women like this? Well, I know how Crabbe and Goyle got them - one of the many perks of being a Deatheaters son. But Potter and Weasley... stupid jack offs and their perfectly scrumptious girlfriends. Scrumptious? Honestly. I'm starting to sound like a bit of a poof. The sad thing is that I'm more jealous of the Mudblood and the girl Wealsey... they have truly scrumptious men. What I wouldn't give to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. We'd come in from a hot practice and hit the showers. Potter and Weasley would take off their clothes... No! I must not interfere with myself tonight! Blaise and Pansy are in next bed. That would be just a little too weird.
Mum wrote me. She said Lena had been sick with a cold but she was better now. Father had gone to another death eater meeting. I shall spare you the details. It involved several small children and a goat. She told me that Father was very angry with me for what I did to him and when I get home I can expect to spend a few days in the dungeons. Yeah. I really look forward to that. I talked to Severus about the deatheater meetings. He agreed with me, well, at least about Voldemort being a crazy child molesting loon. I personally think my godfather is a bit unbalanced too (coughGrangercough). Severus is a bit crazy.
January 15th - 3:08 p.m.
Double Transfiguration. Ugh, Gryffindors.
5:21 p.m.
That bitch! How the hell could she put with - her. I was just sitting there, minding my own business at the end of class, and she told me that I was to be matched up with Potter for a class project. Why? Of course Weasley and the Mudblood got matched together. I think they're in a threesome with McGonagall. Yep. That would explain it.
5:25 p.m.
Must get that thought out of my head!
5:28 p.m.
It's still not gone! It burns! My eyes, my beautiful eyes!
5: 29 p.m.
Okay, it's better now. Reading over my past few entries, I see that I called Potter a girl. Oh well, it suits him better.
For our project, we've both been selected to work on a new form of metamorphisism. It requires less stress and concentration. The "buddies" have it easy, all they have to do is work on select tranfiguring spells, like turning a person into a pincushion. So sure they're bedding a teacher.
5:32
Agh! It's back again! No...
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