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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Thurday September 11

I am dying… Morning

I am dying. And if I do not die, I will be murdered and most likely tortured to death by wiffle balls buttered with lemon sherbet ice cream.

Well, to explain further so that you would be able to understand, I would have to tell you what I did last night. To put it simple I made a complete and total arse of myself. I have been called a berk more times then I care to remember, this morning.

My head feel like it is about to spill my brains on the floor any second, and yet I receive no sympathy from my fellow classmates or teachers. I am still expected to go to all of my classes.

I am not ashamed to say it, but the only other experience I have had with alcohol was at my Cousin's wedding. I had a sip of wine. Last night I somehow managed to consume five cans of Bertie Botts Ever-changing Beer and still managed to remain conscious. This is not necessarily a good thing.

I have a hand print on my stomach, and I don't know how it got there. All I know is it isn't my handprint. My usually soul-searing eyes are now bloodshot and I look like a nutter.

I fear I may have taken a stroll or two around the castle last night, for I was approached earlier by a male Ravenclaw who promptly told me to "never try that again," whatever 'that' was I fear to ask…

The last thing I remember was lying on a couch (I don't know where) and staring at the pillow. The pillow was black velvet. I had been staring at it because it was shiny and was catching the light.

This morning I woke up outside and under my tree. I was shivering and covered with dew, and there were a pair of shoeprints leading away from me. I know this because the grass was tall enough to still be able to see the indentations of steps taken. They weren't my footprints.

I know something happened last night, and there will probably be embarrassing pictures of my… non-thinking self… But I personally don't care.

Yes, that's right. I, Draco –insert outrageous middle name- Malfoy, from henceforth, do not care what anyone thinks of me. My true side will show through! Or at least make brief appearances… when I feel like it of course.

I need to (yes once again) tell Mother about this. This time, though, I will try and take charge of the conversation so she will let me talk about the topics I wish to discuss with her. I am so confused I just feel like I need want someone to talk with… Has anyone ever felt like that before? Like something is so wrong and yet it is just so right? But I have no one to talk with about this. No one. I am, of course, not saying I wouldn't talk to any of my commentors about myself; it's just that I need a face-to-face sort of talk…

Now, off of that subject (whatever it may be) and onto new happenings. My owl is being watched. Every letter I receive has it's seal broken. I wonder why anyone would even feel the need to spy on me… It's not like I am receiving 'top secret' orders from the Dark Lord… Oh… I have forgotten about that…

Some may call me a coward, but I am only looking out for my well-being. I have been summoned to attend a meeting held by some of the most prestigious people in my Father's crowd during October break. You may have guessed what I am talking about… If I refuse, I die. This is the reason I must go through with it, even if it binds me to the big wanker, I must go through with it. There is no other way out.

-DM

Mood: nauseated

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.