Got in serious trouble today, Winifred.
This morning, I remembered that I have the little Weasley in my bed. I had fallen asleep in the common room. It was just about 6 am now, maybe one or two people may be awake. So I ran up the stairs to see if she was gone yet. She wasn't. It took me ages to wake her up. I ended up with a black eye. That girl has serious muscles.
Finally, I tried the eyelash method.
Father once told me that was what they used in prisons.
Well, it worked.
It even comes with the slap, from our favorite Weasley.
"What… what am I doing here?"
"Sleeping, of course. Now get out before anyone sees and gets wrong ideas."
"I'm not in the hospital wing?"
"No. Remember? You ILLEGALLY transformed into a bug and crawled yourself out. Although it wouldn't have made any difference if you had just crawled out as a regular pers-?"
"I'M NOT IN THE HOSPITAL WING! I'M NOT IN THE HOSPITAL WING!" She started screaming, punching the air.
Seriously. I swear I didn't even give her any coffee.
"SHH! DO YOU WANT TO WAKE EVERYONE UP?"
"Too late, mate. I see you've FINALLY shagged the little Weasley. Nice going, bro." Blaise Zabini had woken up. Screw light sleepers.
As the Weasley girl stopped and looked at me quite… scarily, she screamed and tried to run away, but as soon as she made contact with the floor, she fell, adding a scrape on her knee. I had to actually touch her to help her onto her crutches so she can crutch away like a mad crutcher.
That was my morning, Winifred. I bet yours was a hundred times better.
Anyway. That's not why I was in trouble. I was in Charms today when a little boy came in and told me to go to the Potions room, fetch Ginny Weasley, and head over to Professor Dumbledore's office. As soon I saw the little Weasley's name, I knew it was trouble.
Stupid girl, getting me into everything.
Anyway, I'm bloody frightened of Snape. He hates it when people take students away for no good reason.
When I walked in, there was a lot of clatters and dropping of metal objects. Muahaha. I am soo good.
"What do you want, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I would like Miss Weasley, please."
There was a small gasp from the classroom.
I told you I'm irresistible. Not to brag or anything, I probably did half the girls in that classroom.
"We're in middle of class. I'm afraid you'll have to fetch her another time." He hates letting go of students. I think he has a little wittle crushy wushy on them. Forget I said that now.
"It's Headmaster Dumbledore's orders, sir."
I finally found the little Weasley. She had a bit of a green tint to her face. If you match it with her hair, she's like Christmas!
Except Christmas if more jolly, if you know what I mean.
"Very well. Take her. Are you going to take her or not?"
"Yes sir."
What does he want me to do? Swoop her up from where she was firmly planted and whisk her away to a magical kingdom?
Luckily for me, she had unglued herself and was now following me out.
"You're in trouble, Weasley. And you got ME into it."
"That's brilliant then."
"Not really, no. He already hates me the way I am."
"That's not my problem, is it?"
The rest of the way was silent. When we stopped in front of the door of his office, I heard her sigh very loudly before entering.
Inside were Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledore talking… although I've never seen Madame this angry before.
I knew it was trouble when I saw that old woman in there.
"It was HIM!" She said, standing up, pointing her quivering finger at me. Like it's supposed to intimidate me? Come on! I'm a foot taller than her!
"Calm down, Poppy."
"Don't Calm Down Poppy me! I know it was him! He planned for her to leave! It's horrid enough I was letting her go when she wasn't fully recovered, but SHE ESCAPES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION NOW?"
"Poppy, let's hear their side of the story."
"I didn't have anything to do with it, sir." Jesus, I felt like a criminal in some sort of hearing.
And then, the little Weasley HAS to butt in. "What are you talking about, DRACO? You helped me get out! You took longer in the office than you had to. Remember? Remember our plan, DRACO?"
What the bloody hell.
I was so shocked at that… I can't believe that little… wrench would do that!
"Professor, I'm sorry I had to escape like that. I had thought Madame Pomfrey would bring in my brother, and I don't want to see Ron's ugly face every again. So I met up with Draco in the library and I told him to go into the office and distract her. I guess he didn't have to because he got called in. Madame Pomfrey, being the wise woman she is, chose Draco to help me out. I didn't know that. I'm so sorry."
Bloody hell, she can LIE!
It's not wise to do that to the headmaster.
That old man is old, but he's bloody smart. He saw through her lie like a soaking white shirt. I know because whenever he catches his students doing something bad, he has a twinkle in his eye.
"Very well. I guess we'll only have detention for both of you."
"WHAT? NO! YOU KNOW SHE'S LYING!"
"Let's calm ourselves now. You'll be receiving notices for your detentions later on this week. For now, I must just warn you, Miss Weasley. You should not pull something like that again. Not only is it breaking rules, but it's for your own safety."
"Yes, professor."
"And Mr. Malfoy, please make sure to escort Miss Weasley until she is fully recovered."
"But, professor…" The girl beside me started to protest.
"It's enough that you will not be receiving any more consequences for your actions, Ginevra. And, it's very kind of Poppy to allow you to explore your freedoms away from the confines of the hospital wing before you are even fully healed. You should consider yourself lucky."
The girl Weasley sighs, but nods.
"For now, then." He said, shooing us off. Weasley grabs her crutches and begins to crutch away. I looked back once more, trying my most pitiful look. He doesn't buy it. He smiles and waves me away.
"Nice going, Weasley."
"If you don't mind, Malfoy, I'm not in a grand mood to play with you."
"Oh ho… Watch your mouth. I'm actually being generous and helping you."
"Helping? More like putting me in hell, that!"
"Now now. It won't be so bad. Plus, your brother would flip if he saw me do this to you." Can you believe it? I touched her! I grabbed her crutches, tucking it in my left hand; put her left arm around my neck and my right arm around her waist. "How's everything, Weasley? Can you walk? Or are you about to fall in presence of my royal nature?"
And then, can you believe her? She started laughing!
"You may think you sound smart and witty and cute, Malfoy, but years later, you'll get your head out of your arse to see how bloody immature you sounded just now."
Nobody makes fun of me like that.
I'm only telling you this because you're my diary, but it sort of… just sort of hurt my feelings.
I threw her the crutches, slapping her arm away from my neck.
"Don't touch me!" I couldn't think of anything better to say…
She just smirked and crutched away, me following her like a bloody dog!
Malfoys. Aren't. Dogs.
So I walked a little faster to be in front of her. Hah. Now she's the dog.
And then, she crutched a little faster so I was.
And you know the rest. I'm the dog, then she is, then I am, then she is. Tell you the truth, only because you're my diary… I mean Winifred… it was quite fun. I don't want to laugh right in front of her and seem like a girly girl. So I just did my regular sexy smirk. The little Weasley was giggling like a mad man though.
And then, I was about to be the dog, when she crutched right into the famous 3.
There she was her arse on the cold ground and crutches sprawled in front of her. Her brother had this shocked expression on his face which gave him an uglier face than usual. The other two had a look on their faces that I can't quite describe.
"Ginny…" That was her brother.
The big Weasley put out his hand to help her up. The girl sat there looking at it for a while, maybe inspecting it for bugs.
Hah. Perfect time for Malfoy in action.
So I walked up there… okay, maybe I jogged a bit, and held out my hand right next to his.
Her gaze of hands focused on mine. I think she liked mine better because she wouldn't stop staring at my hand.
After eternity, it was a bit awkward, with our hands outstretched and all so I just grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up. She's as light as feather. She's probably starved every day seeing how poor her family is.
Hah. I just realized how stupid I just sounded. She can't be starved, she's in Hogwarts, for god's sakes.
I don't know why I even crack those jokes.
I don't know why they even get affected by them! Are they stupid? Don't they know that if you're in Hogwarts, you'll NEVER STARVE?
And the rest is history.
Until later, then. My hands are sore. I wrote too much, I think.
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This entry is totally top secret too, Winifred, okay?
There's four words that still gives me the shivers.
The four words?
I
Had
Fun
Today
And then, there are 3 more words that're just killing me.
WITH
The
Weasley.
Surprising. Surprising. Surprise surprise.
But…
It's the truth.
It was Saturday today, the day we were supposed to be either locked up making up for all the homework we never did during the week, or relaxing for those who were good students and did their stuff.
Hah, as if. The only person who probably qualifies to do that is Granger, and she never relaxes. Right now, she's probably getting started on an essay for next month. Next year, maybe.
Anyway, me and Weasley were in the library, doing our work. We made a deal that maybe we were stuck together and we hated each other, but we weren't going to add to it. She promised not to bring her little Gryffindor friends that I hate if she doesn't bring mine. So we were at the lease busy area of the library, the little table we found in front of the Restricted section.
After I finished my Potions essay, I realized I HAVE been pulling a Granger (yuck!) and I did most of my other stuff. I just had to study for Charms.
And then, my ADD kicked in. Don't ask me how I know about ADD. I just do.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasley."
She looked up from her Transfiguration book.
"What do you want?"
"I'm booooooooooooooored."
"So? What does that have to do with me?"
"I don't know. I just thought I'll let you know."
"Oh, yeah. Thanks for that. I sooooo needed to know." She said, rolling her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes." I said suddenly.
"Why?"
"It makes your nostrils flare. I hate it when nostrils flare."
She snorted and went back to reading.
And then, suddenly, really randomly, I mean really REALLY RANDOMLY, I remembered what I had over heard Potter telling the big weasley the day the small weasley had her great fall.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasley."
"What?"
"Remember the day you had your great fall?"
"…yeees…"
"You know why your bro was all pissy that day?"
"Not really. I just saw Harry and Hermione hugging."
"You know why Pothead was hugging the Mudblood?"
"Watch your mouth, Malfoy. Why?"
"Because my friend, Crabbe and Goyle, were making fun of her."
"What?"
"Yeah. Apparently, your little Mudblood friend won't give them her cupcake so they started dissing her about how stupid she was. She, being arrogant as she is, ignored them, but cried like a girl when she got minus one on her Ancient Runes test." I smiled remembering how much I laughed when I heard that.
The little Weasley gave now response. She just went back to staring at her book.
"Weeeeeeeeeasley."
"WHAT?"
"Jesus. You know the day you had your great fall? Did it hurt?"
Don't think me stupid. Of course I know it hurts. Who falls down a big fat staircase and says it was like a ride to heaven? I just wanted to see her roll her eyes again so I could annoy her about her nostrils.
It worked. Her nostrils flared.
"Your nostrils are flaring."
Suddenly, the girl put down her book and limped over to where I was sitting, across the table.
She came closer… and closer… and then…
WHAM!
There she was, her finger at the tip of my nose, pushing it up.
"So are yours!"
And then… can you believe me?
I actually laughed! Laughed like a little girl!
Masculine men like me don't laugh like little girls. We laugh like men. Masculine men, only because some men laugh like little girls.
She smirked a little before she grabbed her crutches.
"You know what, Malfoy, you're not as idiotic as I thought."
"Ah… Little Weasley. Once you're abled again, I'll be bugging the merlins out of you."
"Do you mean you're only being like this because I'm handicapped?"
"Uh… yeah. Yeah."
Her nostrils flared as I followed her. We passed a table near Muggle section of the library where the famous three were sitting. As the Weasley girl crutched closer, they didn't seem to notice. The Big Weasel said something "funny" and the mudblood rolled her eyes at him.
As the Weasley girl passed them, she said rather loudly for me to hear.
"Hermione, don't roll your eyes. It makes your nostrils flare and I hate it when nostrils flare."
Man that was the second time I laughed like a little girl today.
We walked, or I walked and she crutched, over to the kitchen. I guess we were both hungry. Studying does that to you. A group of girls passed us and immediately began up a storm of whispering. I don't know why girls do that. Do they think it's sexy? Because it's not.
We settled down inside with a plate of sandwiches and cake, and I was bored again.
"You know what?" I asked.
"What?"
I almost did the Chicken Butt thing, but I decided against it because I really don't like nostril flaring.
"You're always in center of gossip from what I know. It surprises me how popular a poor girl can be. From what I know, you always have a boy hanging around you."
"Why? Jealous?"
"No. I'm trying to strike up a conversation."
"Oh. Bored, I see. Well, I've only had about 4 boyfriends. And from what I hear, you always have a girl hanging around your bed."
"Four? How do you last that long? I bet you're not even a virgin."
She raised one eyebrow. I've always wondered how to do that. "What if I was?"
"Then I'll want to do you right here right now to take it and shatter your heart when I dump you."
She laughed. "Oh, yeah. And you'll so be able to do that."
"I can!"
"I'll like to see you try." She raised her eyebrow again, suggestively.
I jumped on her, attempting to woo her with my masculinity…
Turns out, she's more of that than me. Yes. I ADMIT IT!
She flipped me over so my back hit the wall rather painfully. (Pansy's giving me back rub right now, actually. Haha. But she won't read any of this. She's too stupid.) She pressed her forehead to mine and whispered to my neck.
"I'm not going to kiss you."
"Fine. Don't th- ahhhhhhh."
You know what she did? That little girl pressed her face into mine. She began breathing into the very side of my mouth.
She never lied. She never kissed me.
Man…
I can't believe I'm still dwelling on it. We didn't even kiss. I'm turning into a horrid girl!
Anyway.
She grabbed her sandwich and crutched her way out of the kitchen, me following her like a mad dog.
I followed her all the way out when another group of girls passed by, winking and giggling feverishly. It gave me a whole new swarm of masculinity. It'll last a few days.
I was too distracted to find that the little Weasley was gone.
She certainly liked running away from things.
I left the girls in a frenzy, gave them winks and one of them a 'finger down the neck' and ran off to find her.
Guess how I found her?
…
I didn't!
Because, suddenly, there was this gigantic force on my back.
"It's funny you can't feel a bug crawling up your back."
There she was, on my back, crutches hanging from her arms, which were around my neck.
"Crutching is getting hard. Give me a piggy back ride outside."
"No! Get off me!"
"Please?"
"No!" I tried to shake her off, but she persisted.
"I'm tired. I'm crippled. I'm bored."
"Aha! You're bored too?"
"Well, of course! I've finished all my homework for this week AND next week, now. You know, we were in the library for about 3 hours."
Serious? It took me 3 hours to finish my Potions essay? I'm losing it!
"So, you're an animagus?"
"Yes, well… it comes in handy a lot."
"So do you go around listening to people's gossip?"
"No. Not that. I do things like sneak up on people like I just did to you."
"Who knows you're animagus?"
"You."
"Only me? I'm honored. Get off me! You're suffocating me."
"Ain't that a good thing?"
"Shut up. Get off me." I started shaking her before she was gone. I thought she had transfigured and crawled away, but I was wrong.
A moment later, there I was on the ground laughing like a little girl with a bug crawling around my neck.
Hey, everyone is ticklish.
I laughed 3 times today… which concludes that today was a fun day.
Something's wrong with me.
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Me and Weasley's getting pretty close. I hate to admit it.
But it also makes me sad to know that once she loses the crutches, she's gone in history.
But today, she wasn't in lunch. I was worried because Dumbledore wasn't either. What if she's in trouble?
Ahh… why should I care?
Uh oh. Boy came into Potions. He wants me to go see Dumbledore.
I think… it is trouble.
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