A/N:
Hi dear people... You all must be devoted if you're reading this...
I'm afraid that I'm discontinuing this story. You see, it's
horribly hard to write and I just can't seem to do well with long
term stories with too many characters. I hope you all forgive me for
making you wait this long for news along with the fact that I don't
think you'll like this chapter... It was certainly funny at the
time, but now it seems a bit wrong. Please check the profile to see
more on it, and please DON'T HATE ME! Remember, I love you!
12/05
Dear Journal,
Hey. Life's boring, like usual. There's nothing to do except avoid Logan, and even that's boring. He's going out with other people now. He's becoming the Malfoy of Gryffindor. Nice, isn't it? He's making me jealous... Intentional or not, it's annoying.
Maybe he knows that I like him, and he thinks that I have to prove myself to him, so he's going to go out with all these other blonde chicks to make me jealous. Then, he's going to wait for me to beat the girl up, and then we live happily ever after producing pureblood children.
Ok, not really. I'm not that "knight in shining armor" person. Maybe... he's doing it because he hates me and he wants to see me sad and vulnerable and he's one of You-know-who's minions and then when I'm sad and vulnerable because of him, he's going to hold me ransom for Hermione, which is going to get him up in the ranks of You-know-who and then he'll either murder her to piss this side off or he's going to hold her for ransom for Harry, and then he's going to kill him.
Ok, that's not happening either; I see where you get that. But, anything's possible as long as you have a good explanation, right? I mean, he could be a Death Eater because... He's a pureblood and he was too weak when You-know-who came to his family and then he was so power-thirsty that he became his minion in false hopes.
Alright, none of this is actually going to happen, or has almost no chance of happening, so what? Sue me, whatever. But don't come to me when he sticks you halfway into a fireplace and then all of you're pages are burning. Hey, journals are replaceable, right?
I'm over-reacting, and I have a headache from that long run-on sentence. Hermione (I'm in her room) says to go and put my head between my legs... Ok, I'm leaving here because she's starting to rant about something or other... Let's take over her Common Room...Arghs, this sofa smells. Let's sit upside down instead... Whoa. That feels weird... Heh, but it feels cool too. Ack, someone's coming. I'm too lazy to get down...
It's Ron and Harry. I wonder how they got in here... I don't think that Hermione gave them the password...
"Hey Trinity. What are you doing upside down?" Ron asks.
"Umm... I don't know... It feels comfortable," I said.
Ron and then Harry come and sit next to me. They're upside down too.
"How are you writing while you're sitting like that?" Harry asks.
"It's a talent," I say. Now, it's just silence. I think that Ron fell asleep... Well that's not good.
I poked him. He said something that sounded like Hermione. Heh, BLACKMAIL. Well, it's not real blackmail; everyone knows that they're together. BUT, Hermione could use this to embarrass him... MWHAHAHAH. That was random, so don't kill me Journal, I love you... That was random too. Not that I don't love you! Don't feel bad! Wait. Why am I explaining my love to a journal? Even more so, why am I trying to make sure it doesn't feel bad? Whoa, I'm going crazy...
I have taken to poking Ron relentlessly with some random, sharp, quill that I found on the floor. Hehe, he's still not awake. He's muttering "Ow! Pig, stop biting me... Knight to E4. Ha, V-v-Voldemort," flinch, pause momentarily in poking, "I beat you! Free them now! What? Treacle Fudge? Yum... WHY ARE YOU BLOODY POKING ME?"
AHHHH, HE CAUGHT ME! NO! BLOODY MURDER! Okay, so it's not that bad. Hehe, he was playing chess, I think, with You-know-who, he won, he saved someone, someone gave him treacle fudge, and then he was eating it, and then he woke up and got out his own quill to poke me relentlessly. Ouch! That hurts!
"Harry, he's being mean to me," I whined like a five year-old.
"She was being mean first," he whined right back.
"But you poked me," I whined.
"No, you poked me first," he whined.
"Harry, he's outsmarting me! Do something please?" I whined. Hehe, we sound like five year-olds, and Harry's laughing at me.
"Oh, no, do not drag me into this, I'm being a mature 17 year-old and letting you do whatever you want," he said, still laughing at us.
"Humph, I resent that! I am too a mature 17 year-old!" I said in a normal voice.
"Are not!"
"Am too!"
"Are not!"
"Am too!"
"Am too!"
"Are not!"
"Ha! Told you so," he said with a smug smile on his upside down face. Hermione just came out.
"No fair! Hermione, your friends are verbally abusing me!" I yelled. The boys covered their ears.
"Really now? What have they been doing?" she asked with laughter in her eyes.
"Well, your boyfriend here has been poking me with a really sharp quill, and your friend with weird glasses has been calling me immature!" I said.
"Nu-uh!" Ron said. "She's the one that started poking me first!"
"Yeah!" added Harry. "And she was the one arguing with me first!"
"Humph. You're all against me... I feel so unloved!" I said and started sniffing to add to the effect.
"Okay, whatever. I'm going to the library, so you all do whatever," Hermione said with a smile on her face.
"Oi! Wait for me!" Ron said, falling off of the sofa.
Harry followed, just got off more gracefully. "I better go too, they might do something to yukify the library," he said.
So right now I'm just chilling here. Hehe, chilling. That's my new word. Chilling. Hehe. And I'm still sitting upside down.
Oh snap. Someone's coming from Malfoy's room. I really hope that it's not a girl. Or guy. Ewww. Wait! I don't mean it as if I like him, just that I don't want that mental image right now. Arghs, too late! No! Get out of my head you really, really, really scary image of Blaise Zabini + Draco Malfoy doing obscene things!
Ah! No! There are footsteps that are coming towards me! No! Away you dastardly evil! No! Okay, I must open my eyes to see who is standing in front of me. And it's... Malfoy. Ok, at least now I know that he wasn't doing any explicit things in his room with another person.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here? It's dear Trinity, isn't it?" he drawled. Did I say that I absolutely love it when he says my name? Ack! Going off topic. Anyways, he knelt down (as I was still sitting upside down) so that we were both looking at each other by the eye. "You know that you're going to pay for humiliating me, right?" His face was still a bit red from the paint that we put on him; we found out that it was washable, but we had figured that he suffered enough.
"Umm... How about you don't torture me?" I said. So what if I'm scared? You would be scared of a psycho Malfoy if he was after you too.
"How about... NO," he said. Considering that before he was whispering, it made me wanna jump. But jumping while one is upside down is very hard.
Come on man... Think fast... I swear that he's going to hex me right here and now if I don't do anything... And... Great, the only thing that comes to mind is me wanting to get revenge on Logan... IDEA!
"Wait! I have an idea... You want to make me humiliated, right?" I said, hopeful.
"In less words, yes," he hissed. "But what are you going to do?"
"Okay, I have a plan. You see, Logan Williams is trying very hard to make me jealous-"
"I've seen that. He's going out with any girl that looks half-way decent," he mutters.
"As I was saying," I said loudly, pulling him out of his thoughts. His smirk turned into a scowl.
"I very much want to prove how wrong he is about me liking him." Alright, a little lie, but I don't want to tell Malfoy the truth. Would you? "So, here's what I propose. You and I pretend that we're together. We only need to do about 3 appearances together. We kiss maybe once, and then you break up with me. In a way, I'm humiliated by the people going to me to 'comfort' me, not to mention that you get a rise out of the Gryffindors. I get the chance to be comforted by Logan Williams, and then squash him by doing something drastic. What do you say?"
Alright, he's not saying anything. Nothing, at all. Waiting... SAY SOMETHING DAMMIT. That's it, time to do something drastic. Ok, I leaned forward and kissed him. Do you have any idea how weird it is to kiss someone like that? It's... weird. Anyways, he was stunned for a couple seconds, and I started pulling away. But then, he leaned forward and started kissing me. Now that was... Weird. And we frenched. Or rather, he stuck his tongue in my mouth and did some unmentionable things... That was a nice kiss though. It wasn't a fireworks kiss, but it was more like... Good. It was full of lust on his part, inexperience on my part... I wonder where else his tongue has been. Ewww. Bad mental image here.
Arghs, going off topic here. Well, he finally needed air, so he pulled back. I was out of air too, so I was panting like a dog. Every pant while you're not right side up? Try it, then trying to breathe while you feel the sudden urge to kiss some guy that you don't even like.
"Good enough kisser. I think that it's going to take some more convincing to get me to agree though," he said, smirking when he saw me roll my eyes. This guy has too much fun about this. I kissed him again (wow, so much kissing today... I kind of actually like it... heh) and then he went crazy and started standing up. So I somehow turned right side up and then all of the sudden, we're making out on the sofa. Then, he gets me on my back and... Yeah. So here we are, making out, when Logan, of all people barges in. We look up, and Logan's eyes are popping out.
"What are you doing here?" he asks us.
"I live here," Malfoy responds. "What are you doing here?"
"I was looking for someone... Now tell me Trinity, what were you doing here?" he asks, voice almost hissing. Mwhahahaha, he's getting JEALOUS! Yay! I'm happy now.
"Dude, I can do whatever I want, whenever I want. Now kindly leave, me and Draco here were doing something important when you barged in," I said, narrowing my eyes. He leaves in disgust.
Draco looks back at me. "Wanna start where we left off?" he says.
I give him the look. He looks away and mutters, "Not that I wanted to do it, just to make sure that if anyone else came in..."
Ack. I really have to leave now. I look like a mess. My hair's all messed up and my clothes are all wrinkly. And I can't find my glasses. Erk. That's it, I'm going to write next week, see you then!
-Trinity
