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Chapter 2, Sunday

Sunday, 5.23 am

Damn. I think I've slept only about three hours. But still, I can't sleep. Took a long shower after waking up and still it's not even half past five yet. Don't know what to do before breakfast, maybe I'll go and practise quidditch.

Sunday, 7.50 am

Didn't go out, instead went to library. And I wasn't the only one there, there were actually three people already before me. Hagrid, Pancy Parkinson and some Ravenclaw girl. I glanced trough a couple books until I found a rather interesting one. It was a biography of some wizard who lived centuries ago. I don't actually know much about history's wizarding world, never really listened on professor Binns' lessons. Got to read it some day.

After that went to breakfast. The Great Hall was pretty crowded considering that it was Sunday morning. Malfoy was there. He was wearing a black shirt. Felt bad. Maybe I will have to talk to him.

Sunday, 10.29 am

Spent this time reading the book. It has turned out to be quite more interesting than I first tought. It tells a lot about the wizarding community in the 1700 century. It has proved much more better teacher than Binns, actually. But that is not all that it's about. The actual point of the book is that, well, that the wizard was one of the first public homosexuals in the wizarding public. He was the founder of the WOBC organization, Wizards Out of the Broom Closet. This made me feel a bit confused. And again, I don't know why. Maybe it's because the book has such an open aspect to this. It has actually made me realize that they are just as normal people as we all are.

Sunday, 12.45 pm

We had quidditch practise, and we all sucked. Sucked bad. Now that we've lost all our good players, we can't find any new ones. So, we recruited couple third year and one fourth year students. I hope we'll get something out of this before the first match, which is actually against Slytherin. And of course that shows. The whole Slytherin team was there, watching our practise. They actually were so shocked that they couldn't even laugh. They just sat there and stared at us crawl and make a fool of ourselves. Even Malfoy was speechless. After the practise he came to me and earnestly told me he was sorry about our situation. He said he had enjoyed that there was an equal opponent. He even told me that he really hoped a miracle was going to take place. There was no malice in his voice or in his face. I have no idea how to feel about this! What happened to that vicious slytherin I've known for all these years? I'm feeling very disordered right now.

Sunday, 5.44 pm

I feel horrible now. Completely horrible. Half an hour ago I went to the library to return the book because I already read it. The book was one of the greatest piece of works I've ever read, and it made me feel somehow easier and happier. The subject was so interesting that I tought I'd search for other books with the same theme, when I bumped into something I wish I hadn't seen.

There, between two bookshells, I suddenly saw two people making out very passionately. That is not unusual in the library and I was about to just walk away quietly, but what caught my interest was that I noticed they were both guys. So, instead of politely backing off, I edged my way towards them.

They were so into it that they wouldn't have noticed me even if I actually had fallen against the bookshell out of shock when I realized who they were. There, in front of my eyes, were Blaise Zabini and who else than Draco Malfoy snogging each other senseless.

Instead of falling against the booksell, I turned around and ran. Ran out of the library, all the way back to Gryffindor tower. How was it possible? Zabini and Malfoy? My blood begins boiling everytime I think of it. Somehow it makes me angrier than I've ever felt. What I'd really want to do is to beat Zabini to the point where he begs for mercy and promises never to lie a finger on Malfoy ever again.

Sunday, 8.12 pm

I saw them on the dinner. They sat next to each other and acted like nothing had happened. When I observed them, Malfoy turned and looked straight at me. A huge wave of longing and loss went trough me and I was so afraid I'd start to cry that I didn't lift my eyes off my plate untill I had finished my meal. After that I went straight back to Gryffindor tower. I'm such a loser. No wonder he hates me. But why do I care so much, I'm not the gay one here!

Sunday, 10.34 pm

I went to bed early because I didn't feel like talking to anyone. I will never talk about this to anyone. This bothers me so much I would want to scream. All I can think of is that it should have been me, not Zabini. Every time I think of his hands caressing Malfoy's back... I want to kill someone.

I really need to get some sleep.

I don't feel like writing this story anymore, I think it is very bad. So, I will not continue writing this unless someone really wants me to. Sorry.