A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Writing Club November
Disney Challenge: themes - Secrets - Write about keeping a secret.
Liza's Loves: 27 - Paula Hawkins - Emotion: Envy. Alt: Write about someone struggling to move on with their life
Scamander's Case: Kneazle - (trait) intelligent
Insane Prompt: 697 – writing style diary entry
Word Count: 370
Dear journal,
this is completely idiotic and I don't understand the point of writing down my thoughts. The only reason I am doing so is because Mother sent you and I agreed to at least give this a try. Where should I start? I am Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.
I'm supposed to write down my thoughts and emotions in this thing? Really, it seems so idiotic. Maybe I should find a better word. I bet Granger would know one. I hate her so much! She's smarter than me, better at magic than me, and her friends, Potty and Weasel are so close I want to smother them! No matter what they're always standing up for each other, even if they're wrong. I wish Crabbe and Goyle would do that, have my back like that. But that would require a level of intelligence I'm not sure either of them possess.
Why am I bothering to write all of this? Will anyone ever actually read or care about my inner thoughts as a third year Hogwarts student? I highly doubt it. Although, I am a Malfoy and one day might rise to a position of power within the ministry... someone will want to write my memoirs.
Maybe Granger... the idea of her combing through my journals, like this one here, the way she'll look at the pages, her fingers brushing against the parchment. This is idiotic! No one is going read this, ever! No one, especially not Granger with her not so perfect smile, her overeagerness to please, no, she'll never read this and realize how much I wish to be closer to her, to be a part of the little world in which she lives.
I will burn this page before anyone discovers my feelings for her. In fact, I am ripping out this page, throwing it into the fireplace and watching my words become nothing more than ink smudges. Maybe I'll see if Crabbe wants to play a game of gobstones, I doubt he could play chess. Weasel plays chess, very well too, and of course, Potty and Granger support him, playing against him although they'll most likely lose. Right, into the fire this page goes.