Chocolate: Death Defying amount (v.g.), Alcohol Units: 18 (potentially, v.g.), Snogs: 0 (v.g.), Reason why everything is v.g. when drunk: because you have to make the best out of it before you're leaning over a toilet for a majority of the next morning
3:00pm
Lucius decided to throw together a little three-thousand Galleon get-together at the Manor for Christmas. Minerva even had the nerve to confront me in the Great Hall and inquire as to whether I am going. There is something wrong with that woman, and I hope Dumbledore is taking care of it. It's just becoming too much for me.
Told him that I'm going to be ill on Christmas Day. Pretty accurate, as I probably won't be able to get up until about three in the afternoon. Made the same excuse to the house elves back at my manor. Will probably have to stay in my room for the entirety of tomorrow. Not that that's a bad thing, but it does get lonely.
Sometimes.
Nothing I can't handle, honestly.
11:00pm
Mm…egnog. Heh, yum. Mmph.
~December 25th~ Wednesday
11:15pm
I shall no longer allow myself to write while intoxicated. The outcome is severely unsatisfactory.
I couldn't help myself. I was deathly bored. After I received another plumed fruit hat from a cracker, I had to leave. The next thing I knew, I found myself standing at the front door of the Malfoy Manor, ringing the bell.
I was quickly ushered inside by a rather glum Narcissa, who after that point ignored me for the rest of the night. Despite the rather religious, pure, and good nature of Christmas, and considering the past and present of most of the people present, I was rather surprised that the tree was decorated with glass balls and not disembodied heads. Yes, it would have been grotesque, but I think it would have gotten the point across rather well.
That, of course, didn't help the fact that Lucius was wearing a Santa hat and passing around presents like some mad elf, grinning happily (insanely?), accompanied by an unusually chipper Professor McGonagall.
I had just received my long, round gift when McGonagall bounced up to me and patted me on the shoulder, asking, "What have you got there?"
"Erm," I answered, trying not to sound as deeply disturbed as I really was. "I don't know. I haven't opened it yet."
"Open it," she urged, eyes flashing in a childlike, very un-McGonagallish fashion.
"Um, okay." I tore the paper off and was surprised to see that it was a long, clear plastic tube of what seemed to be Muggle candy.
"Hahaha!" McGonagall said mechanically. "Muggle stuff! For Deatheaters! That's priceless."
"Right."
Goyle, Sr. then plodded over and observed the gift carefully. "Oh, a penis," he muttered, walking off.
Minerva laughed again and disappeared.
Argh.
I hid my penis-shaped candy under my robes and made my way over the sofa, away from a majority of the attendants (who all seemed to be a bit…off), and collapsed on it, sighing.
"Hullo, Professor," a voice mumbled from the floor beside me.
Draco sat, leaning up against the arm of the sofa, his head below my elbow. He held a scrapbook in his hands, grasping it with white knuckles and staring at it reverently.
"Good evening, Mr Malfoy," I replied shortly. "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing." He skimmed the leather-bound volume with his thumbs. "Well, not really. I'm just looking at this scrapbook. I think I did a good job of putting it together, really."
"Really," I said, trying to act more interested than I really was (rule #1 of life, never drag a Malfoy into suspicion). "May I see?"
He hesitated, but held the book up to me. "All right."
I took it and opened it, immediately greeted by large gold letters that read "HERMIONE GRANGER". Okay, I admitted, that was odd. The next page would be different…
Well, yes, but no. There were pictures on the next page, and the next several pages, instead of words. But the subject did not change. From every glossy bit of paper, Hermione Granger stared up at me with furrowed eyebrows, obviously confused. Except for the one of where she was with Ron, and they were both gazing cheekily at each other. I noticed that he was wearing a pen mustache that probably hadn't been there at the time in which the photo was taken.
"Mr Malfoy," I said calmly. "Is there any reason that this album is all about Miss Granger?"
He grabbed it out of my hands, eyes shifting from side to side. "No, not at all." He coughed. "There's an article about me in here, too." He ruffled through the pages and thrusted it back at me. "See?"
It indeed was a newspaper article, most likely from the Daily Prophet. The headline read "BIGGEST EGOIST IN SLYTHERIN HISTORY SELECTED AS SEEKER", followed by a black-and-white picture and text that centered mostly around how his father bought his way into the team. And about how is hair wasn't naturally that color.
"Not a very flattering article," Draco assured me. "But the picture is good."
The picture's cheeks were also a dark shade of gray.
"Hermione?" I asked again.
He drew the book to his chest defensively. "Mine."
"Right."
I had had it. It was enough to be stuck in this house with Lucius and McGonagall acting like God's gifts to Christmas, while Draco sulked in the corner pouring over numerous photographs of someone I had a potential liking for.
So I took my penis…candy and left.
Merry Christmas.
Thanks to: ronslilprincess (yay! The fixed it. Complaining works), Antagonist Len (argh, knew that...can't proofread my own stuff...), Phoebe-H, love4sirius (x2, Ron's? I don't think I have enough imagination left, I'd have to make up too much stuff...), Draco-FutureBF, baboon (or even when he doesn't choose to be...), SeaSneaker, tifsuz (promise :)), Madame Plot Bunnie (I think I could do the same thing for me, actually...), Miss Mina Murray (Yup :). It all connects. If someone doesn't understand something, odds are it's expained in Hermione's diary), One-Sexy-Slytherin (I wanted to go, dangit, but we were on the bus. They care about you being underage? I've been into tons of pubs in England...of course, I haven't ordered alcohol, but still), Dues Ex (to snog basically means to kiss. Of course, I guess it depends on the way the person means it. But Narcissa was basically saying "kiss me". Sorry to disappoint you, heh.), SperryDee (Aw, I'm sorry. Unfortunately, I don't know how that feels, being eternally single and all, but I hope I've helped cheer you up just the tiniest bit), FellowshipFanatic, Aindel S. Druida (okay, I found something about the Location of Hogwarts in the HP lexicon. I can't give you the link over here (dang ff.net won't let me post it), but if you search for the harry potter lexicon you'll most likely find it. Then go to the part about Hogwarts and where it's located. It sounds reasonable to me), BDTfluTe07 (hehe, thanks. I can now guarantee that there will be a sequel to Hermione's diary. I just don't know when it will be up. Probably when I'm done with this one), Severuslvr, chibidaima, zingy, Daintress (hmm...I think I might have read one of your fics before. I'll go check it out).
Phew.
Anyway, I now have an actual original story up on fictionpress, so everyone, if you would be so kind, please check it out! It's called Haunted Ivy.
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