A/N: Yay! I got three reviews quite quickly. And that was my set goal before I updated so here you go! Next time it may be higher. Thank you to those of you who took the time to read this story. It touches me. Anyways, tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: All characters, and settings so far have belonged to J.K Rowling.

I Write For Me

September 4th: Journal Entry # 4

Okay. So I promised myself I wouldn't write in this damn thing ever again. And then I banished it to the bottom of my trunk to never be seen again… But well, I wanted to write in it some more so, yeah, here it goes. Ronald Weasley is making me very uncomfortable these days. I looked up from the table in the Great Hall this morning, and he was sitting across the way at the Gryffindork table just staring at me. I mean really, who would want to see that when they look up from their eggs? It's almost as if he's lusting after me! Because every time I turn around he's there. Always there. So I was all, "Don't you have some where better to be?" And he got very freaked out and walked off with this dumb look on his face… Must look into that. I guess he didn't know that I knew that he was there. Hmm… I'm going off to do homework now…

7:00 P.M

Draco shut the journal and placed its lock into place as he'd already done three times before. He set it on his nightstand and opened his potions book when Crabbe and Goyle came into the room.

"Hey Draco," Goyle said thoughtfully. "How many field pixies do you think Crabbe could fit in his pants without having to call Madam Pomfrey?"

Draco looked up from his book with one pale eyebrow raised. "I think you've just hit a new record," he said mildly, returning his attention to his homework.

"A new record for what?" Goyle asked with a clueless grin on his face.

"For the dumbest thing you've ever asked me," Draco said picking up his quill and dipping it in the black ink.

"Why is it dumb?" Goyle asked, his brow furrowed.

"Because the answer is quite obvious," Draco muttered. "Only one."

"Why only one?" Goyle inquired.

"Because it would only take a split second for one field pixie to turn Crabbe into a woman," Draco muttered rolling his eyes.

"I guess we should let these go then," Crabbe said holding up the large shoebox he had in his hands. He then went to the window, took the top off of the box and put it on the windowsill. Draco watched as about fifteen field pixies flew out of the box, shaking their tiny fists at Crabbe as they disappeared into the darkening sky.

September 15th: Journal Entry # 5

Sitting in Snape's dungeons pretending to take notes. This is the first time I've pretended to do anything in his class. Usually, I'm straightforward about getting my work done in here but I keep finding my mind wandering, and have a strange urge to do something with my restless hands. Naturally, the first thing that came to mind was to write in this damn journal my mother gave to me. I curse her for turning me soft as father says. But I can't seem to resist the urge. A few moments ago, I stuck my wand up Crabbe's nose, because he was sleeping and snoring loudly. Honestly, the only reason he's passing the class is because his father is a death eater, and he is a Slytherin. So yes. He should've gotten a troll mark in this class instead of an acceptable but of course he didn't. I scowl. He clearly didn't deserve it.

12:00 P.M.

Suddenly a piece of crumpled up paper flew through the air and hit Draco right in the back of the neck. He snapped his journal shut and turned around to scowl at the people sitting behind him.

"It wasn't us," said the Patil twins, glaring at him coldly.

"I wouldn't think so," Draco snapped. "Neither of you could possibly have that good of aim." He swept the room with his cold gray eyes and found they met another's mocking blue ones. Flaming red hair also came into view. "You," Draco snarled quietly, pointing at Ron. He then took his index finger and used it to draw an imaginary line across his throat, threatening to kill the Weasel King. He then turned back around. He picked up the piece of paper and uncrumpled it. There was messy writing on the inside. It read simply:

"What are you writing about?"

Draco found himself glaring into thin air. He then wrote back:

"None of your damn business. Don't you have something better to do?" His usual reply to Weasley's bothersome questions.

He turned around and threw it at Weasley who reached out and caught it in one hand.

He then looked at Draco; his face set in a scowl and scribbled frantically.

"No," the paper said simply.

"It took you five minutes to write that?"

Draco didn't get a reply. He was glad because he was beginning to think that the Weasel King was stocking him.

September 6th: Journal Entry # 5

So. An extremely embarrassing thing happened to me today. I was bathing in my dormitory, and using my green buff puff to scrub. So I was just in the middle of washing between my toes when the shower curtain was pulled open! I looked up and found Millicent Bullstrode standing there. My, but she is a big woman! So I let out a scream and covered up my personals with the green buff puff and I was all, "What on Earth are you thinking!" And she smiled evilly and turned to lock the bathroom door. I'm smaller than her you see…and just recently she became quite fond of the idea that she could bully me. Anyways…I was thinking that maybe she was related to that big hairy oaf Hagrid when she climbed into the VERY, VERY small shower cubicle. I have claustrophobia, and all the air was being taken up…so I…passed out. I'm sort of scared about what she may have done to me in that time…

11:00 P.M.

Draco shivered, holding his green towel closer to his hips. He had woken up quite alone and he was cold. Very cold. By the clock, he estimated he'd been out about half an hour, but still. He had been at that horrid girls mercy for half an hour? She was bigger than Goyle!

A/N: He, he. I had to. Anyways. I sort of just pulled this chapter out of my butt (Not Literally). Hope you all like it. Review if you want me to keep writing. Special thanks to those of you who did review. In the future though, I would really like to know what you liked about it specifically. Hope I'm not asking too much.