Disclaimer; I in no way own Harry Potter or said Harry Potter characters who all rightfully belong to JK Rowling and blah blah blah. /Disclaimer
Authors Note; Umm... yes. This is a generally cheesey one-sided lettery/journally thing of Draco Malfoy. Its going to be a really crappy fic. I hope you like it. If you're not for the whole 'gay' thing, shovel your butt outta here. Now. Before you start spamming me with ickiness. Thanks. /Authors Note
Dear you,
Yes, you. I'll call you 'you' because I please, and don't you dare argue. Not that you could; because you're a bloody book. But either way, you will be 'you', because naming a journal is such a pretty-boy thing to do. Really; Potter would probably name his some grossly feminine name, like Nancy, or worse, after that disgusting little mudblood Granger.
Regardless, journals are in and therefore I must have one, being top notch, you know. I'm the rooster in this coop, for lack of better terminology; if anyone messes with me, they're going to get it right back at them.
Of course, I wouldn't do it myself; ho ho, oh no! Never. Truely, revenge is one of those things that are just so bothersome that you must get others to do it for you. Not that I couldn't do it myself if I had REALLY wanted to! But whatever, that's much too off topic.
Sorry for that delay. Bloody Parkinson just stumbled her way into my room; don't get me wrong, she's a fine girlfriend, but she does get on my nerves. Always whining and complaining and wanting things bought for her...
I'm getting sick of this dreaded journal already.
-Draco