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So, Winifred, I finally visited the Weasley girl.
Peer pressure sucks.
First there was the whole school just waiting for me to visit and admit to my deepest lust for her and make out with her and maybe we'll do it on the hospital wing bed. Psh. In their dreams. I swear. There were always dozens of people there, and I bet most of them were to wait for me to come running to my sleeping beauty. Since Madame Pomfrey is a total witch when it comes to exceeding the visitor capacity, some kids broke their own legs to let more people come and pretend they were visiting them.
Second, there's all my little friends, hint Zabini, who would hint really absurdly that I had a little crushy wushy on the little wittle Weasley and I was too scared to go see her.
So I proved them all wrong. Hah.
And I went to the hospital wing.
Peer pressure sucks.
When I got there, she was propped up on a pillow, sort of dozing off. It was obvious she had already awoken. See? I'm not her prince charming to wake up the sleeping beauty. Nobody was there to visit her, surprisingly and all the little people were standing around Jacques Renaldo, this random fifth year who has been trying to take over my reign.
I snuck in under an invisibility cloak.
Smart, right?
I just walked in, crouched down to the very side of her bed to cover myself and took off the cloak.
That was when I got a close up look at her… and all her get well sweets. For instance, her hair is not as much different than her brother's, except because it's longer, it seemed to be a little darker. Her hair wasn't perfectly straight, but wasn't totally wavy either. And all her red pieces of hair fell down on a gigantic pile of chocolate frogs.
Licking my lips, I grabbed one.
Oh, I love chocolate frogs. They're almost as good as shagging.
And so now, I quickly scribble in you, Winifred, as I munch on some more chocolate… frogs…
I think I've had too much chocolate. I'm getting a little fuzzy.
Uh oh.
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Okay, Winifred.
I ended a bit abruptly and I have a reason!
Chocolate over-doses me with sugar and makes me overactive.
So right when I took that last bite of my 6th chocolate frog, I had jumped up, scaring everyone in the hospital wing (now I think of it, it was hilarious to see their faces) and skipped out the door. Skipped. I skipped like a girl!
Man, Winifred, you're rubbing off on me too much already.
I'm a masculine man.
Macho masculine. Muahaha.
Whoa. That was 3 m's in a row!
M like Malfoy.
Muahaha.
Okay- see, the chocolate hasn't yet worn off.
Anyway.
I jumped out or that's what they say, and ran out.
And then, I sprinted to the Great hall screaming "BRIDGET! WHERE ARE YOU! I WANT TO DO YOU RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW!" And apparently, Bridget (you know, the girl I had done last time?) had popped out from the crowd and run over, helping me over to my dorm.
Apparently, she thought I was poisoned.
How embarrassing! Now I think of it, everyone must have heard me and now, probably the whole school knows.
I'm never eating chocolate frogs again.
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…
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Are you kidding my penis? Of course I'm eating them again!
Anyway, it was embarrassing, yes, but after some talking to and talking through, I'm over it. I think.
Anyway, according to Zabini, who had been in the dormitory, I fell asleep as soon as Bridget had forced me into my bed covers and being the sweet little girl she was, she had sat there waiting for me to wake up. She thought I was seriously sick.
I know she did too, because I saw her when I woke up. She's pretty.
So I grabbed her and shagged her mercilessly.
Muahaha.
OOO
Gosh, Winifred. That Bridget girl isn't as nice as I thought.
Apparently, when I did her for the second time yesterday, she thought it was a sign of "serious commitment" and told everyone I was her girlfriend!
What a stupid bimbo!
I'll rather go out with the Weasley girl!
Haha. Scratch that. I will never go out with the Weasley girl.
Anyway, I got pissed so I uh… "broke up" with her.
She deserved it!
And then, I brought another girl (forgot her name. Bad Draco) and did her to prove my masculinity.
I'm such a bad boy.
But it's okay because I'm one sexy bad boy.
I think I'm getting too much sex.
I should stop. It's distorting my human nature and my natural goodness of heart.
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Are you kidding my pe-
Never mind. I'm sick of saying that. I practically don't have a penis anymore because that girl I brought nearly ate it off.
OOO
Oh, Winifred, I think I'm corrupting you. I've just read the last entry and I realized what a horrible cookie monster I am.
Haha. Maybe not cookie monster, but I actually did feel a bit bad for dumping off Bridget in a trash can like that.
Anyway, I'm writing again, a few weeks after that last entry, because I've just heard how badly hurt the Weasley girl was.
She had many cuts, not only the one on her head. And too many bruises to count, but Madame Pomfrey fixed that in seconds. What shocked me the most was that I was right. She did break a few bones. She broke a few in her ribs, her leg, twisted her ankle, sprained her index finger, and fractured her arm. She lost most of her pinkie toe nail too!
Gross.
Anyway, Madame Pomfrey (she likes me, I think) called me to her office today late at night and thanked me and told me that if it weren't for me catching her final fall, she would have maybe cracked her head open and died.
So I saved her life!
Go Draco!
Anyway, after she thanked me she said something like this.
"Since you saved this poor girl's life, I thought it would be best for you to help her out of the hospital wing. She's set to go now."
"Me? But I don't like her! And why can't she just leave if she's ready?"
"You don't fancy her? Well, certainly a boy who doesn't like her at all wouldn't save her life so humbly! And she needs help walking a little. I would keep her for a few more days, but she's such a persistent, obstinate young lady, I told her she can't walk out alone."
"Get someone else to do it. Get her brother, or Potter, or one of her million friends."
"Oh yes, but they've all said to get you to do it."
"WHAT? Even her brother and the Potter head?"
"No, well, I don't want to ask them. Ronald Weasley gets a bit loud sometimes."
"Yeah- ONLY WHEN HE'S YELLING LIKE THIS. Why would he be yelling when he's getting his sister to walk?"
"Well, and see, it was him that pushed her off so I knew he would be a bit uncomfortable talking to her until some time passes."
"Ma'am, it'll take years for Miss Weasley to forgive her brother if you just let them peacefully let it out."
"Still. I'm not having any… uh… violence in my hospital wing."
That persistent woman. And I'm supposed to make it any less violent? She'll probably rip my head off, for merlin's sake.
"Why don't you ask Potter then?"
"Oh, I'm sick of him. Besides, he's always around the other Weasley kid."
"Get the Mudblood then!"
"Watch that tongue of yours."
"What- just because it hasn't been down your th- okay, ma'am."
"Miss Granger was particularly busy today. You think I wouldn't ask her? She's a nice young lady."
"I'm not doing it. You'll have to chain the little Weasley down."
"Why don't you just pretend to listen and escort her out and just leave her from there, then?" Madame Pomfrey cried out rather irritatedly.
Ah. That clever woman.
So I did. And she gave me a lollipop.
As soon as I opened the door of the office, the first thing I saw was an empty bed.
"MISS WEASLEY!" Madame Pomfrey's rather high voice screamed right next to my ear. Ouch. Double ouch.
She let out a frustrated groan and hopped into her portrait to go fetch some professor. I bet it's Filch. Happy that I didn't have to bring Weasley back, I was casually slipping away when a hand grabbed me and pulled me against the wall.
"You!" I let out… rather in shock really. She has a grip.
"Yes me. Who else can it be?" She was propped on a crutch, certainly a sight to watch. Her hair was quite messy and her clothes very rumple up and scratched up like she's just escaped hell instead of just the hospital wing.
"What happened to you?"
"Transfigured myself into a bug and crawled here while she had you locked up."
"That's illegal!"
"And so is mass murder."
"Are you calling me a mass murderer?" I'm shocked. That's a first.
"What are you going to do if I was? Kill me?"
"No… I was just wondering. Can you let go?"
"Not yet. Listen. You have to promise not to tell anyone about how I escaped okay? I know I can get away with it if I get to Dumbledore or McGonagall before Filch does. I told you because I thought you had the right to know."
Cue my famous smirk.
"Why do I have the right to know?"
"BECAUSE YOU saved my BLOODY LIFE."
"Shh…" I smashed my finger to her lips to shut her up. If I was caught, Pomfrey would think I planned her escape.
"Anyway. It's not like I want to. If someone saves your life, you have this bond to them, and you can never really seem to lie to them." The Weasley girl mutters, blowing a piece of hair from her face.
Sweet. Total domination for me.
"Hey, look. And I also thought it was very kind of you to visit."
"Me? Visit? Psh. When?" I know she saw me. I was just playing… of course!
"Nobody has the same shade of blond as you, blondie. Now get out of my way." She said, blowing a piece of hair away once more.
"Blondie? Where did you get all these weird nicknames for me?"
"I'm sorry I actually have a brain." She said. She blew another piece of hair away. It was getting irritating but quite sexy. I grabbed her hair and pulled it back and stuffed it into her very demented ponytail. I know hair. I mean, 'nobody has the same shade of blonde.'
"Look, thanks for saving my life and all, but lets cut the fluff. You could be a good boy and let go now." She said. I let go of her arm and she agitatedly pulled her hair out of her quote on quote ponytail band thingy and shook it it.
Big turn on.
No. No. Baad Draco. Baaaad Draco.
Anyway. She patted my unnatural 'shade of blonde' hair and started to crutch away on her crutches. She seemed to work with them okay when a flashlight rounded the corner.
Filch.
She stood there frozen in place. Being the humble knight I am, and my wand being in my hand already, I whispered "Locomotor Weasley" and the girl was about a foot from the ground. I ran and ran with my wand behind me, Weasley flying behind me. I've never tried that spell on a person before.
I guess it works.
Obviously, she's cast a silencing charm herself so she won't scream out and make it just too easy for Filch to catch us.
Man. I'm still tired from all that running. The first place I can think of was the Slytherin house room. It's on the same floor. I forgot that place is practically across the whole school.
It's really late now…
She's sleeping on my bed. Good thing the rest of the dorm was already asleep and nobody was at the common room. Hopefully she wakes up before anyone else does. Rumors suck.
I don't know what made me so nice and why I haven't left her just standing there and why I practically ran more than I've ever done in my 17 years. So don't ask me. I don't know…
I have a thing for helping handicapped.
My grandpa was one.
Anyway.
I'm such a nice guy.
A hot sexy nice guy.
Man.
I'm being such a humble knight that…
I don't know.
You know, real masculine men don't have answers to everything, I read.
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Muahaha.
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