(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)
(Authors Note 2;) Well, I've decided that it's going to be harder than I thought to write a j-fic with just one POV, so... yes... possibly expect others, though Draco is going to most likely still be the main character. o.o; (/Authors Note)
Dear you,
Ugh. Honestly, things just get more and more bothersome as days do go onward! Today I had a run-in with Potter and his crew, and not only did that pathetic mudblood try to badmouth me but on top of things she got me with a spell too. Meaning now my gorgeous hair sports red and gold streaks! The most disgusting and embarassing colours ever, really. I'll kill the little bitch I swear to God.
I got a letter from father today; he still resides in Azkaban, his trials are almost settled and they're predicting it will almost deffinately be a sentance in relation to those grousome Dementors... I never really got those things, they're just so damn chilly, it is rather disgusting. Anyway, so father may have his soul sucked out of him. I really wish it was mother instead, she'd such a happy git, it's disgusting. When father's not around to set her straight she just prances about wanting to toss flowers everywhere, it's quite mortifying.
On top of such matters, I've been watching a few people lately and they're making me nervous. No, not Pansy or anything. In fact I'm just about fed up with her, I want her out of my life if she asks me to buy her one more set of shoes.
I'll just... yes. Whatever. Shut up!
-Draco