Rating: PG-13 for now
Summary: Draco Malfoy's Live Journal for his 6th year. Second part of the User: quidditchlovrhp series.
Warnings: Slash (later chapters, none now) and swearing.

Pairings: RW/HG, NL/LL, HP/GW, HP/DM
Disclaimer: Not my characters, no harm done, no money made. All characters are owned by the great JKR.

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Draco Malfoy's Journal

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Name: silverevil46

Location: Malfoy Manor, United Kingdom

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Bio: I'm a gorgeous bloke with blonde hair and blue eyes. I live with my beyond rich parents in our murderous mansion. I have a lot to live up to, but that doesn't mean I have to.I live with my mum and dad in our manor. I doubt you could find it though, as only purebloods can enter alone, and only Malfoy's can get in. I suppose I should write more, but why bother? This is a muggle site... Ugh...

Interests: blokes, chess, draco malfoy, harassing fellow students, looking gorgeous, me, muggle guitar being spoiled, muggle rock n roll, my alone time, my hair, myself, oranges, painting, poetry, potions, purebloods, quidditch, reading, the dark arts, tree by the lake.Remove some

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Wednesday September 10

Late late late evening

I know what it is. I'm not crazy after all, I'm just myself. More of myself then I thought I had known previously. I'm sure you have all read Potter's journal and have all heard what happened. I just had to make an arse of myself to realize it.

There is only one thing I must do, and that is not tell Mother. I used to think she would understand me, but this? No, she would never understand this.

My urges. Urges for a friendship?

Maybe something still is wrong with me, but no one is perfect. I shouldn't worry. I won't worry. I mean, why should I worry? I've never wanted this before. Is it that hard for me to understand?

I'm hopeless. That's what it is. It took me this long to realize it. Sad isn't it?

No. I mustn't worry. Nothing is wrong with me. Nothing at all. I just have a new to-do list is all, that's it. Wait. That didn't sound right at all. Why am I so worried?

I shouldn't worry. I don't need to worry. I never worry. Malfoy's never have worries. I don't need this!

I need a drink.

I need to talk, but I'd scare him. Oh I know I would… Ugh, calm down Draco… I need, what do the muggles call them? I need a psychiatrist. Yes. That would solve this needy phase I seem to be going through.

Ahhh, firewhiskey does sooth the soul. Just like it says on the side of the bottle. Big gold letters: SOOTHES THE SOUL! Why haven't I noticed this before?

There are lots of things I haven't noticed before. My room never gets any light. Why? It's a closet. I know absolutely nothing about potions anymore, and yet I pass. Why? Professor Snape is a suck-up to my family. Father must pay him. There is incest in my family line. I never knew this! Why? I never cared. Everyone except me has known this! I can't believe it. I'm diseased.

I must slow down… I must loom quite red in the face as some of my housemates are staring at me. But they look expectant? Perhaps they think I am dying. They all want me to die. Everyone wants me to die? No. I don't want me to die…?

I would want a plain stone. Just stone. No words. I wouldn't want any mourners to remember me. They would storm my grave, take out my corpse, burn it even. A plain grave would do.

Haha they would burn my corpse! Who does that nowadays? Corpse burners, that's who! I've never known one. They have a society? The secret society of the official corpse burners!

It would smell. They must smell. Their poor wives! Husbands also! Their houses must smell. House elves burn corpses. They smell. That man… Hairy man… Hagrid burns them! He smells. They all smell.

Stone would do nicely.

Would I have stalkers?

I do now. I see him, that boy. What's his name? I can't remember… He is looking at me. Expectantly.

What am I just going to KEEL OVER! Like a fish!

Ha! Fish! I'm allergic to fish! I would die! Aha, so he does want me dead, that staring boy. Looking. He looked away. I smiled at him and he walked away. Bye boy.

And, what was I talking about? I can't remember? Urges? I was talking about urges…?

Would Potter make a good friend? My friend? I want a friend.

Would I could I Potter my 378dgergb v

((Author's Explanation for the above: Just so you know, after reading this, Draco is not going crazy. He is merely drunk.The last bit at the end of this entry, the garbled words. Well that is just Draco's head hitting the keyboard when he passed out. I guess his head hit enter, and the journal entry was entered.))

Mood: drunk

Well, for those of you who do not have access to the interactive LJ, here is the fanfiction version. It will not be interactive, but I am still going to use the other one (the LJ one that is) for the interactive part. Because the interactive version's replies are not part of this story, I am afraid they are not going to be in this version.