Draco's diary: Confessions of a bad boy
Disclaimer: Geez, forgot a disclaimer. Can you believe that? How could I possibly forget to write over and over again, how I don't own Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini and all other characters you might recognise in any form or shape? I love writing how I my 2 biggest crushes don't belong to me, but to JK Rowling. She doesn't even want to use them to date or kiss them, or something I need them for. So, people: Actually, I don't own all these characters. Not Ginny (like I would want her), not Draco, not Blaise, deep sighs. If I would own them, why in the freaking world would I be writing at Fanfiction? Look at the word: FANFICTION! Fan-fiction. Duh. If I would own them, I would be writing HP7. Seriously, why do we have to write a disclaimer? Isn't it obvious we don't own anything? Actually, people should write claimers, in stead of disclaimers. That would be a great deal more useful. Okay, so this is the longest disclaimer I've ever written. Satisfied now, Rowling?
Heey, Sheddle!
Like that name? I don't. I don't believe it's a real name. And it doesn't sound bad. Like me. But, that was the only name I could think of. So, next time I write in you, you'll get a good name. I hope. It's morning, and I'm really tired. Breakfast starts in, like, two minutes. I think I'm going to be late. That means I'll be late for the first class this morning. And that class happens to be History of Magic. But it doesn't matter. I can be late for that class. Binns really is an old fool. He doesn't even notice his students. Not when they're late, not when they're not present at all.
So I can write in you. About… Life. Reality… HA! Just kidding. I don't do that kind of stuff. It's for girls, and wimps like Harry Potter. I really hate him. Him and his little friends. God, I really can't stand them. We're in our sixth year now, and every year I hate him more. And Granger. Why is that girl so freaking SMART? All that girl does is studying, all day long. Duh! And she loves studying. Study, study, study. Boy, does she loves to study. That's really isn't healthy. Study all day long. But, well, I couldn't care less about her health. I was just wondering.
And that Weasley. I can't stand him. This year, he's playing the overprotective brother. He wants to protect his little baby sister. HA! Maybe he should think about himself first, because that Weaselette really can take care of herself. He can't. He's so pathetic. And obnoxious. I hate Weasleys. They all are so… Annoying. Good, and noble, and blah, blah, blah. That means they pretend to be all good and happy. But they're not. I just know they're not. They can't have a life without money, without dignity, and still be happy. That's just impossible. I feel sorry for their kids, though. People like their mother and father are low people alone, but they really SHOULDN'T have kids. Those kids can only be worse!
Oops. Kind of forgot the time. First class started ten minutes ago. Not like I should care, Binns is a moron. But when Filch catches me, I'll get detention for sure. Oops. Got to run. But I won't, because I don't care. I'm bad. See you later,… God, I can't write that name again! Your current name simply is too stupid. Haha, good one! Should remember that one, to say to Potty and his friends… Haha! Oh, wait, no… Actually, it wasn't funny at all. Crap.
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Heey, Narcissa
No, that name really doesn't work out too. It's like I'm telling my secrets to my mom! My mother's name is Narcissa, and I thought, maybe I can name my diary after my mom. But it simply is too weird! Oh, well. I'm now in History of Magic, the most boring class. Binns didn't even notice me being late. HA! Loser! And I didn't ran into Filch! HAHA! I'm simply too good! Although I did bump into that Weaselette. It was really annoying, she thinks she's better than me. HA! Loser! Damn, shouldn't be saying that too often. It's too girly. And I'm no girl. I'm a guy. But, about the Weaselette, this is how it was:
Me, walking through the corridors
She, running like mad through the corridors
She bumps into me, rather hard actually. We both land on the ground. Which I didn't like, really.
Me: "Weasley! Look where you are running!"
She: "I was looking. Good aim, eh?"
Me, giving her a dead cold glare: "Don't you have classes to follow, in stead of bumping into me?"
She, giving me an even colder glare back: "I do! It's just that I'm late. And how about you? Classes to follow, people to torture, whatever?"
Me, getting up (I don't like sitting on the ground, especially not when I just fell on it): "I WAS heading to class, before YOU knocked me off my feet!"
She, getting up too (hmmm…bet she doesn't like sitting on the ground too): "And I'm glad I did. Well, I would love to stay, but… Oh, who am I kidding? I hate talking to you! I enjoy talking to you as much as I enjoy watching Snape. And it's a commonly known fact that he is ugly. Disgusting. Revolting. Hideous. Hey, are you two, like, related? Is he your twin? Brother? Uncle?"
Oh, my, the cleverness of that girl…
Me, grumping: "Haha. Yeah, that really was a good one. Proud of yourself, aren't you, little Weaselette?"
She: "I sure am, Malfoy. At least I have some dignity left in my life,"
Oh, my, the nerve of that girl!
Me in a sort of sneering tone (my trademark, next to my smirks, and I'm really proud of them): "Tssk… Weasley's and dignity really don't mix!"
She: "Yeah, whatever. You mean, just like Malfoy's and manners don't mix? And Chocolate Frogs and Pumpkin Juice shouldn't be mixed?"
Hold on. What was she talking about? What do Malfoys have to do with chocolate and juice? Oh, well, that girl is just mental. Banged her head a little too many times to the wall, if you ask me.
Me: "Yeah… Something like that… You know, that really doesn't make any sense?"
She: "I know. That's why I combined it with you,"
Me: "Gosh, you're annoying. Someone must have told you that at least a hundred times in your life before!"
She: "Want to check? Bet you can't even count to hundred!"
Me: "Oh really? Is that what you think! Check this out: one, two three, four, five, six, seven, eight…"
And that was when I realized how stupid I was acting. She was grinning like mad. Stupid little twit. Making me count to hundred. Like I am an idiot. Oh, damn, busted. I actually started to count. Got me there. Someone, shoot me. And the Lord will praise you.
She: "Well, haven't got all day to see you try to count. Unlike you, I have a life!"
And then she walked away, doing that thing with her hair girls always do. Flipping her hair over her shoulder. I hate it when girls do that. Because, most of the time, it means they just dissed someone. And I certainly don't enjoy being dissed. But, actually, her hair is kind of cute. It's red and curly and shiny. I bet she's using special shampoo or something like that. For shiny and curly hair, or something like that. But, that's the only thing one can like about a Weasley. And then only the females. And since their mother is, like, ancient, she is the only pretty Weasley. Oh, shit. No, I didn't mean pretty, but something like that. Almost pretty. Not even close, but still. Less ugly.
Anyways, people might think I'm Granger the 2nd. Because, while everyone is half asleep, I'm the only one wide awake, and scribbling like mad. It's in my diary, but still. They think I'm taking notes. HA! Me! Taking notes! Can you even imagine? I can't. But, anyways, Binns must think I'm taking notes too. He keeps on taking glances at me, and then he looks away quickly, and he can't really remember where he was with his boring monologue about most uninteresting things. Oh, damn. Maybe he's in love with me. That, or he seriously is thinking I'm taking notes. And he can't really think that. He knows my reputation. So, that means he's in love with me. HELP! My gay, boring, ghost teacher is in love with me! EWW! Oh, crap, I just wrote eww. That really is not cool. And for I'm one cool guy, I shouldn't be saying that anymore. Bad Draco! Baaaad Draco!
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Sup, Brittany?
Hmmm… Brittany. I don't think I like that name either. I think, when people think about the name Brittany, they think about cute little birdies and sweet little puppies and that really is something I do not want to be associated with. I think I just thought more I did in my whole life. Hmm… Oh, well, I'll get you a new name next time, hon. Oh, yeah, I just decided you are a female. Because females would have to know about girls. Duh, they ARE girls! Most of them. And since you ARE a girl, you would have to know ABOUT girls. Haha, not that I need that. I know more about girls than they do theirself. I'm a man of women. Haha, or something like that.
Well, we're now in Potions. I'm really taking a huge risk, writing in you during Snape's class. Though he seems to be my biggest fan, I don't know he'll accept me doing something completely ridiculous during his class. Can you see how much I do for you, darling? Hey, I guess Brittany really is a hot-girl-name. Because I'm kind of, talking (or writing) to you like I do to cute girls. Haha, lucky you. You don't have any looks, but I think your hot. Haha. That's pretty stupid. And lame. Haha!
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Yo, Christina!
Haha, another babe-name. Actually, I believe I dated a Christina last week. I can't really remember, because she was one of those girls I dump in two days. So, I guess she's still being devastated, crying her eyes out in her dorm, and I name my diary after her. That just isn't right. Actually, Christina was pretty. Maybe I'll take her back. If I haven't got a girl this week. But I won't name my diary after her. That's too much, get it? And boys don't do overdoing. If you get my point. Haha, probably not. Boy, I'm lonely. Blaise and I are in the Owlwing, because Blaise needed to send his mom an owl, and he met a cute girl, and now they're snogging, but I got bored, and I started to write you. And it's pretty hard to try to concentrate and write with all kinds of slurping sounds next to you, coming from two people who are having an eat-each-others-face-off-contest. I think Blaise is winning. That poor innocent girl doesn't stand a chance. Blaise is far more experienced, if you know what I'm talking (writing) about. So, ten Galleons on Blaise Zabini.
Oh, I saw that Weaselette today again. I swear, she's like a stalker! But, stalkers follow you around all day on purpose, because they like to see you, and she didn't really look like she was glad to see me. Oh, well. Like I like her. No, I don't like her. Me doesn't liking she. Haha, bad grammar is pretty fun! Never knew…
Haha, Blaise won the snog-contest. Come on, er… What was your name again? Oh, when I say that to girls, they slap me in the face. I'm glad your made out of paper. Paper can't hit. Oh, right, your (temporarily) name was Christina. So, Christina, you owe me ten Galleons. I won our bet! Haha, well, at least, I say it was a bet. Like whatever, Blaise wants to go now. Tsssk… Git. Now HE'S done, I must come immediately with him. Like I have to follow him around all day. Maybe I should tell him that. Maybe, some night when he's drunk or something like that. So he can't remember next day. Anyways, he would be too drunk to come after me. Hey, I'm a genius!
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Dear… er… well, let's call you May today
Yup. Today, you are May. Haha! That rhymes! Haha, I'm so funny. I like the name May. I don't know why, but I like it. But, I don't think I will keep that name. I don't know. Maybe (Haha! May-be… MAY-be… Haha, get it?) I just started to like thinking of a name that suits me at the moment when I start to write. Yeah, that's it. Oh, and I've got a girlfriend. Her name was…er… Oh, well, like names matter. I don't care. She has black hair. I think I like black hair. Black is the colour of all bad things Haha, good one. No, actually not. But, well, this is my girls-hair-colour list, sorted on what colour I like most:
Red (I love redheads. Don't know why)
Black (I like black hair. But I already told you, didn't I. Although I really hate Potters hair. Black hair doesn't suit him. Because it's too dark for him. Haha, I think we should swap colour. My hair's too light and his is too dark. Haha, but I would never give HIM my beautiful hair. He doesn't deserve it)
Blond (I only like really light blond hair. Not dark blond, or middle, or all those terms on the labels of my moms shampoos. Just, a little bit like mine)
Brown ( I don't really like brown hair. And not because of that Granger girl! Brown hair is a little bit too… Hmm, I don't know. It seems a little bit ordinary, if you get me. Not that I hate it. I like brown hair, but just not compared with red or black)
Uhm… anyone knows other hair colours? Because I think those were all. Oh, yeah, all dyed colours. Like, blue hair and green, and pink ( I don't really like that. Green hair… I don't know. I just don't really like it when girls dye their hair. Dying hair is not really my thing. But I've dated a couple of girls with, like, pink hair, or purple. I think I sort of liked that. That can be pretty cool)
So. Oh, yeah about that girl of mine, her name was Scarlett. I love that name. I really really do. I don't know. Scarlett. Maybe(Haha, and again: MAY-be! Haha! Oh, come on, LAUGH! You know it was funny!) I'll name you after her. Tomorrow, or next time I write you. That could be in the very near future, because I think I'm addicted now, to writing you. Haha, yeah, found a new hobby.
Blaise is sitting next to me, and he says I'm driving him crazy. Because I don't say anything, I just keep on writing, things I won't let him read. Because, if I let him read it, I could never write bad things about him. And I love writing bad things about people. It's funny to say bad things in peoples faces, but it's a great deal funnier when you secretly write mean things about them, which they could never read, and every time they pass you by, you can think of what you wrote and then start laughing at them, because they don't know what you're laughing at, and they feel hurt. Haha!
Oh, well, it worked when we were five. I guess those things change, because I tried it on Blaise. I looked at him, and then I started laughing. He looked at me, in a pretty scared way actually, and then he got up, grabbed a glass of water and threw its content in my face. So, I guess people don't get it when they are older than five. Crap. Blaise just asks if I feel like walk around the castle and make people cry. Of course, I love making people cry! But not pretty girls. They shouldn't cry. I only like it when I see annoying boys like that Weasley or Potter cry. Which I never really saw actually. But, I'm working on it. So, Blaise and I are off to go and scare first years. Back in a heartbeat. … Oh, who am I kidding? Paper diaries don't have a heart to beat! Haha, I'm so smart.
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Dear Liz,
Now you are Liz. Because I feel like giving you that name. Well, so Blaise and I were just walking, being mean, the usual. When we saw Potter, Weasley, Granger and the Weaselette. Ha! I love to tease them! Haha… Oh, no. That sounded so immature. Well, so we saw them, but they were arguing. Well, that means Weasley and his little sister were arguing. Potter and Granger were looking awkward. Haha, good for them! So, Blaise and I got closer, and listened. Weasley looked really mad, and the Weaselette looked furious. Oops. That was pretty scary, actually. Never knew she could be that dangerous. And with that, I mean, SERIOULY dangerous. Poor brother. GO WEASELETTE! Anyways, from what we heard, the fight was about the Weaselette and the horribly ugly boys she dates. She apparently just dumped Ernie Macmillan. Poor boy. GO WEASELETTE! Anyways, this was how it was:
Weaselboy: "Seriously, Gin, if you have to go around snogging all living boys, would you please skip the boys WE have classes with? Ernie won't look at us anymore! He didn't talk to us during Herbology! And Hannah Abbot and all the other Hufflepufs are ignoring us! All because of you! Stop dating every boy in this castle! People might think you're a cheap little Slytherin!"
Oh! Remember me to hit him for that one! Oh, well, the Weaselette looks like she's going to hit him anyway.
Weaselette: "What do mean, all boys in this castle? You're overreacting, as usual, Ron! Actually, you should be glad Ernie finally shuts up! And like you care about Hannah Abbot and all those other stupid Hufflepufs! Stop pretending you care about me and my reputation, because everyone knows you only care about yourself! You don't like Ernie and Hannah and all those others Hufflepufs! You only pretend so you have something to fight me about! You're an egoistic and self centred GIT, Ronald Weasley!"
Blaise: "Go Weaselette!"
Potter, Weaselboy, Granger and Weaselette look up. Weasleboy gets even redder.
Weaselboy: "What are you guys doing here? Go find your brains or something,"
Geez. He's not really good at sneering, is he? Go find your brains… Oh please.
Me: "Whatever, Weaselboy. You know this is a hallway you guys are shouting in, right? And the hallways are not private, so we can be here. But, don't mind us, please continue. We're supporters from the Weaselette. But could someone give us the backup information? It's kind of hard to follow what you guys are yelling about,"
Pottyhead: "Get lost, Malfoy, and take your new bodyguard with you. This might be a hallway, but this conversation is private,"
Blaise AKA Bodyguard: "If this conversation is private, what are you and Granger doing here? It's not like you support the little girl or the big bad brother, you're just standing there. So we can stand here too,"
Weasleyboy: "Gin, we better get going. We've got lots of homework. But don't think because the Ferret interfered this is over!"
Weaselette: "What do you mean, it's not over? If it's not over, don't stop it! Scared of Malfoy and Zabini? Scared to let anyone else see what a nosy bastard you are, Ron?"
Pottyhead: "Don't talk to your brother like that, Gin. He's just trying to protect you!"
Me: "So, Potter, you CAN talk! You CAN stick up for your friends, instead of the person who needs it! And they say Slytherins are bad…"
Potter: "Sod off, Malfoy!"
Me: "I'd rather not, Potter,"
Weaselboy: "Why should I be scared of Malfoy and that Zabinibloke? Only because they are ugly? Listen, Gin, we can talk about this in the common room, but now Harry, Hermione and I really have lots of homework!"
Weaselette: "No! I'm not starting about this anymore, Ron! So make your point. I don't really get why you think you should shout at me. Because I dumped Macmillan? Is that your big deal? Don't have any other interesting topics in your life?"
Weaselboy: "Don't yell at me! Be reasonable, Ginny! Things are getting out of hand, you just date every boy you happen to know!"
Weaselette: "DATE EVERY BOY I HAPPEN TO KNOW? Don't be so ridiculous, Ronald! Only because YOU can't find yourself a girl!"
Weaselboy: "CAN'T GET MYSELF A GIRL? Only because I don't snog every creature alive in a ten meter radius!"
Weaselette: "I do NOT snog every creature alive in a ten meter radius! Would you please make your point, Ron? I have things to do!"
Weaselboy: "Like what? Find a new boyfriend? Do you have to go off to find replacement for Ernie?"
Weaselette: "Shut up, Ron! I'm serious, don't talk like I'm a cheap little bimbo, because I'm not!"
Weaselboy: "So you're not? Well, that's new to me!"
Weaselette: "Everything is new to you, Ron, because you are simply too stupid to understand at once! Stop calling me all those things!"
Weaselboy: "What things? Because I mean everything I said to you! I think you're a dumb little girl without any dignity!"
Blaise AKA Bodyguard: "My, my, that sister of yours can be happy with a proud brother like that, don't you think? I would never dare to talk to MY sister like that,"
Ha! That's only because she is stronger than him…
Weaselboy: "SHUT UP, YOU STUPID DAMNED GIT! STAY OUT OF THIS!"
Me: "No. Because, even if she is your sister, you can't talk like that to a girl! God, no wonder you're single!"
Pottyhead: "Ron, let's go. Ginny can take care of herself,"
Weaselette: "Oh, shut up, Harry! Would you stay out of it! Don't talk like that, like you care if I can take care of myself!"
Pottyhead looks like someone slapped him. And I would, if he wasn't hiding behind Granger. Not that I'm scared of her, but in our third year, she slapped me, and actually, she hits rather hard…
Weaselboy: "Gin, don't expect me to be around anymore. Harry, Hermione, are you coming?"
Weaselette: "Oh, you WERE never around! Busy pretending you were saving to world!"
Weaselboy ignores her, and he Granger and Pottyhead are leaving. The Weaselette turns around to leave, but now she faces us. She doesn't really seem to see us.
Blaise AKA Bodyguard: "Weaselette! Wait, what was that all about?"
But she doesn't respond. Blaise and I follow her, and I see she's crying.
That was really strange. First, she acts like she doesn't care and then she's crying! Girls are so strange… I actually didn't like seeing her cry. I never like seeing women cry. But she looked really small, and sad, and yet so angry. I could see the tears running down her cheeks.
Blaise AKA Bodyguard: "Are you crying?"
Pretty stupid question. Even for a guy as stupid as Blaise.
Weaselette, sobbing: "Me? Of course I'm not crying! I'm too busy being the happiest girl in the whole world! I thought THAT was obvious,"
Blaise: "Oh. I see. What was that fight about?"
Weaselette: "Like you care,"
Me: "Apparently, we do care. If not, we wouldn't be wasting time,"
Blaise AKA Bodyguard: "So, why was that sweet brother of yours mad?"
Weaselette: "Didn't you hear? He has problems with the guys I date,"
Blaise AKA Bodyguard: "Oh. I see. Was that part about him never dated a girl before true?"
Weaselette: "Yeah. Couldn't you tell? What desperate girl would want him?"
Me: "Ha!"
She looks at me, in a strange sort of way. I could see the tears in her brown eyes.
Weaselette: "What was that?"
Blaise AKA Bodyguard: "He does that a lot. Ha-ing, I mean. It's pretty stupid, don't you think? And annoying,"
Weaselette: "Yeah…right… Well, what do you want? I'm not really in the mood for being insulted"
She walks a little faster, wanting to get rid of us, but we just followed her.
Me: "Good, because we don't feel like insulting now anyway. Want us to hit your brother and Potter? You would have to hit Granger yourself, because we don't hit women, but we could handle Potter and Weaselboy for you. Gladly…"
Through her tears, she seems to smile a little.
Weaselette: "No need. I would love to hit them myself,"
Blaise AKA Bodyguard: "Too bad… But, we could hit him as well! You know, you hit first, then me, then Draco? That could be fun!"
Weaselette: "Yeah… I guess so… Well, you guys can hit them, I don't really care. I hate him,"
She stops crying, and her eyes seem to burn with fire.
Me: "Cool. Join the club! Let's hate Potter too!"
Weaselette: "Yeah… You really are loving people, aren't you?"
Blaise AKA Bodyguard: "No… we're not. It's easier to hate people, I think,"
Weaselette: "Yeah, I guess. Well, thank you for interfering, though I bet you didn't do it if you knew I would be glad you did. Whatever. Bye,"
And, with that she entered the library.
How weird was that? She didn't even hate us! Well, I guess that was because we weren't being… so Slytherin, but anyways. I don't know, but I felt sorry for her. She really looks sweet when she cries. But, I guess I can punch Weaselboy anytime now, because I don't have to be afraid of her coming after me. That was the only reason I never hit Ronald Weasley. Haha, just kidding. Draco Malfoy is never scared. I don't do fear. Oh, I have a date with Scarlett. I thought… Well, better ask Blaise…
Blaise says, he doesn't know and he doesn't care. Great. What do I have friends for, if they refuse to be my Personal Assistant? Geez, Blaise is pretty stupid. By the way, he's got a girlfriend, between this sentence and the previous. Like I care, I've got Sara. No, wait, er… her name was… Damn, I'm pathetic. Oh well. Girls can get really angry when you don't show up at dates, so I have a masterplan: I just go visit her right now. So when we have a date tonight, I will know! And it's good when you visit a girl. They like that. I mean, I think they like it. How would I know, I'm no girl! You are… TELL ME! Damn, what's the use of having a female diary when you can't tell me useful things? Oh well.
Blaise just asked me about the big Weaselfight.
He: "So, what about the big Weaselfight?"
Me: "What about it?"
He: "What did you think?"
Me: "I don't know. What did you think?"
He: "I don't know,"
God, why do I even bother writing this conversation down? Well, from here it gets better. Not loads, but still.
He: "But, the Weaselette has really changed over the summer, hasn't she? Actually, she's really pretty now,"
Me: "I don't know. What grade do think she's now?"
Blaise and I always judge girls, and out of 1 to 10, we rate them. It might seem childish and immature, but we started this in our first year, and actually never stopped. And we don't really mind being shallow…
He: "I don't know. Maybe a 9.5?
Me: "NO! She's not that special! I think a 7. Or maybe a 7.5, but a 9?"
Really. She's has really great hair. And it's red. And I love red hair. But I don't like her being a Weasley, I guess. So she doesn't deserve a 9!
He: "A 7? Are you insane? She really has one hell of a body!"
Maybe… Okay, well, maybe she DOES have really beautiful eyes, and great hair, but still…
Me: "Okay, let's make it a 8. Compromise,"
He: "Fine, okay. But, rating can go up, right?"
Me: "Yeah. But only if I agree!"
He: "Okay,"
But I really don't like the way he looked at me. I really don't hope he's scheming right now, but actually, he does have that look when he's up to something. Oh well. I'm off, visit my girl. Yeah, her name was Scarlett. Like that name.
Draco
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Sometimes I can really hate life. And most of the time, it's because of my brothers. Fred and George are my favourite brothers, to be honest. They don't make such a big deal out of little things. Percy's an ass, most of the time I don't get along with him very well. Bill and Charlie are nice, but they don't live here anymore. And Ron is so overprotective. But really, sometimes when I think of it, he can't mean it. He can't love me and act like this. That's just not right. I don't really like Harry and Hermione anymore. They don't see me. They just think I'm always around, but they don't really like me. Know me. They just act like Ron. And Ron thinks I'm a little slut. So when Malfoy and Zabini showed up during our row today, I was glad they interrupted. But I don't see why they had to follow me after Ron left. When I was crying because I hate Ron when he talks to me like he cares, but when I know he doesn't. Actually, they were... Kind of nice. I think that's how it goes when Slytherins are almost acting civil. But I know thinks haven't changed. Tomorrow, when I see Malfoy, he is going to act like a bastard again and that Zabiniguy, he's going to act... weird again. He's a mean strange guy.
Ginevra Molly Weasley, a passage of a confused teenage mind.
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