Authors Note: This is a journal entry written by Draco Malfoy. If people review and like this story it will continue a few more chapters, if not it won't. Also if anyone wants to beta read the rest if I continue let me know. Thanks -Jane
I don't know why I did it, I didn't even know the girl. I just knew what father told
me, "The Weasley family is a menace to society, they need to be wiped out", but yet I did
it. It was a week before Christmas break and I saw the youngest Weasley girl outside,
struggling along with her books and things wearing that old, nasty, worn-out cloak of hers. It would never have been acceptable
for a Malfoy to be seen wearing that sad excuse for a clock, not to even say own such a thing. I am good at keeping my
emotions in tact, I am strong and usually don't care about others… well except mother but that's a different story, but my heart
strings tugged at the slight of this little creature. The littlest Weasley. The poor little girl was barely 5'0 feet tall and pole thin.
Her fat-headed brother must of consumed all the food in that place they call their home.. anyway what was I saying? Oh yes, the
Weasley girl was walking along shivering to death. Before I knew it my heart was wrapped around the idea of this girl. She
couldn't really help her position and neither could I. We were opposites though, complete ends of the spectrum but from that day
on I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. I couldn't help but wonder more about this life I would never lead, the poor life. What was
her Christmas like, did she get any presents at all, was she happy? I pondered this all to myself. Without letting on to anyone
else what my plans were I made her part of my Christmas, although I was at Malfoy Manor at this time I did some shopping on
my own. I went through my normal Christmas rountine, did my normal shopping for mother and such but this year I stopped a
store that was usually not on my route. I bought her a gift. On Christmas Eve I held my breathe, how would she react? I was
excited about going back to school but horrified all at once. Not that I would let on that I carried any of these so called
emotions.