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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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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Monday- September 17

Afternoon

I think I have massive problems relating to other people. Or perhaps I am just very greedy and self-absorbed? But surely I am not a self-absorbed peacock like that man... what was his name... Lockehart I believe it was? His whole room was filled with pictures of himself- he must have had five hundred. I only have five. So I'm not self absorbed? Perhaps I'm just a spoiled git who is used to getting everything he wants?

No. The spoiled part is wrong. I'm not spoiled, just because my family is extremely wealthy (for some reason I haven't bothered to question), doesn't mean I'm spoiled.

Oh to hell with this. I still worry over what people think of me, foolish as that may sound. But as a wise man once said to me, if you´re holding out for universal popularity, you´re going to be here a long time.

I should stop it right now, I must sound like a... what are they called? Dammit, I need to get out more. (And in the daylight preferably.)

OK, new topic. I'm done with the angsty portion of my thoughts. Time to move on to the Potter strike lust-filled /strike section.

I was just in Potter's journal, and left him a message asking when he gets out of his meeting with the Headmaster. I plan to meet him when he gets out and take I little walk with him. I plan to discuss a few... things with him... But, then again, those things may not even be discussed if my courage doesn't come back. Yes, you've read my last statement correctly. My courage is indeed on hiatus, perhaps permanently. And meanwhile I am making a fool of myself doing all sorts of embarrassing things. I could give you examples, but I'm not in the mood to laugh at myself.

Apparently I still have some of my Malfoy breeding still left in me, for this very morning I was approached by a blushing Hufflepuff whom I will not describe. (I don't want to embarrass the bloke) But anyway, he told me that he liked my eyes (eyes! EYES! What about arse?) and would I care to become better acquainted with him. strike Better acquainted with his bed sheets was more like it... /strike I really don't like becoming involved with people that I have just met, though I once used to, so I politely smirked and told him to stick his delightfully attractive head up his arse. Oh, how I do pride myself on never losing my cool.

See there? I just lied. I do lose my cool, I just tend not to show it. Even when I'm planning the death of the wretched person I'm talking to, I never show it.

Perhaps I should work less on not losing my cool and more on not acting like a spiled git. I've been called a git many times, more the I care to remember, but I just never thought about it before. I never stopped to think about why these people are calling me this, why do they think this. Or maybe I just got my kicks out of tormenting people, which is extremley stupid and amounts to nothing in the long run. I don't want to sound like a hypocrite, but sometimes (especially when I've had a particularly bad day) I tend to be an absolute bastard to everyone and everything. Myabe I should to work on that...

Merlin... I am now overjoyed that Potter answered me. I am now acting like a loon. Where has my testosterone gone? What I should be doing is looking smug and winking at everything that walks by with an arse, but I'm not. I'm simply ecstatic that a boy, not even an extremely attractive boy, has answered my post. So I now answer with a sarcastic remark about flowers. What I should be doing, if my hormones didn't choose to visit Bangladesh with my also absent courage, is stating exactly why I want to meet him. But I didn't. I'm not a bloke anymore, I'm some sort of giggling creature with pale skin and 'supposedly' attractive eyes.

Apologies, but I must leave now before I embarrass myself further and start typing rhymes.

DM

p.s.
Tomorrow I will return,
giggling no more,
My cheeks shan't burn,
With my lack of concern,
Towards my masculinity.

p.p.s.Oh Merlin what am I doing...

HERE IS THE COOKIE! Hope you like XD
I had been waiting for an hour already for that damn boy. I still didn't know why I had waited this long, but I was getting ready to leave. Maybe Potter never went to Dumbledore's at all.

The small flower I had been clutching in my fist for little over an hour was starting to wilt. I didn't know what a daisy was, so I just picked the first white flower I saw. Now that I think about, it's still a bit absurd that I, Draco Malfoy, went flower picking. But I guess I just couldn't resist.

These days, it doesn't seem like I can resist much at all.

With a sigh I sat on the floor, legs folded in front of me. The stone floor would make my arse turn numb, but I didn't care. Where the hell is Potter?

Before I left I had just finished replying to Potter's journal, and amazingly I was still feeling the momentary high that always seems to come when I talk/type to Potter. Not the best time to meet him I admit, as a giddy Malfoy is never able to keep their composure for long.

After about twenty minutes the gargoyles suddenly sprang apart, and a winding staircase came into view. My heart leapt up somewhere in my throat and I watched, wide eyed, for any sign of Potter. And as a pair of beat up shoes came into view I quickly wiped away the smile that had been slowly spreading, and replaced it with a smirk.

"Potter?" I questioned.

But there was no need, for he then came into view. He nodded my way, and walked towards me. I slowly stood up, my arse complaining about what I put it through, and said, "Want to go outside?"

He looked at me for a moment, eyes questioning, "Sure."

It was then I remembered the flower. I opened my hand, it looked quite small lying there against my palm. There was a speck of dirt on one of the white petals, and a few of them were crushed. But I could still smell the slightly sweet smell that had been with the flower when I had first picked it.

"I brought you a flower." I said as I held it out to him, "There weren't any daises in Hogwarts so I brought you the next best thing."

"What happened to you bringing me a bouquet?" he joked, a smile slowly spreading.

"It wasn't worth it." I smiled, his smiled were infectious, "I don't spend money on other people."

"What? Not even me?" he gasped, and placed his hand upon his shirt, just over his heart.

I stared at his fingers as they lay against his chest. He bites his nails? I thought only people did that when they were nervous, and surely Potter never got nervous.

He looked a little sad that I hadn't played along, "So... Um... Do you wanna go now?"

"Yeah." I said with a small nod, and we made our way towards the main staircase. Our footsteps echoed along the walls as we walked side by side. The whole school seemed to be empty, which wasn't very strange at this time of day since everyone was probably outside enjoying what warmth the weather could spare.

"What did the Headmaster want to see you for?" I said, trying to strike up a friendly conversation.

"Oh, you know, the usual stuff." Potter said with a shrug, "He wanted an autograph for his niece."

"Well, you must have quite a large ego, "I said, "to take a whole hour to sign something."

He laughed at that, "Would you like an autograph, Malfoy?"

Oh. So we are still on last name status.

"Sorry, but I'm afraid I don't have an hour to spare."I sighed.

"Doing evil stuff in your spare time, then?" he said with a small grin as we started to walk down a staircase.

"It depends on what you mean by evil." I said, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. Is he trying to get at something?

"Well... Uh..." it looked like he didn't know what to say, so I decided to help him along.

"Oh, do you mean things like torturing muggles, spreading the news about the Dark Lord, and parading around in front of a campfire wearing a very large black cloak? That sort of stuff?"

He looked at me, his eyes a bit wide with shock. He actually believed me? Merlin, some people are gullible.

"You don't worry, I don't do that stuff-"

"Oh, well that's good." he said sounding relieved.

"I only do it on weekends."

"Malfoy!"

"Kidding, I'm kidding.

"Oh..." he still didn't look convinced.

We had reached the bottom of the staircase, and I turned to face him with my arms crossed. "I am not interested in following in my family's footsteps, unlikely as that may seem. I have not, nor will I ever pledge my allegiance to anyone. If you don't believe me, then you can just walk away right now and I'll act like this never happened."

He looked at his beaten shoes, back at me, back at the shoes. I was yelling at him, in my mind, to stop being a fool and just believe me. It appeared to work.

"Alright." he said looking at me, "I sort of believe you, I hope that's good enough."

I nodded and started to walk towards the main doors, but a screech stopped me in my tracks. My head whipped around as I saw my worst nightmare bearing down upon us.

"Shit." Harry said quite clearly.

"Indeed." I said, both of our eyes wide with fear.

A herd of about five female Hogwarts students was stampeding towards us.

"HARRY POTTER! I LOVE YOU!" screamed one of the girls in. "IT'S REALLY HIM!" screamed another. "WHO'S YOUR FRIEND HARRY? HE'S FIT, HE IS!"

"This isn't good..." Harry mumbled.

"You've got that right," I said with a sigh, "they don't even know who I am."

"No you idiot," Harry said looking at me in a mixture of disbelief and fear, "RUN!" And with that he grabbed my hand, and we both started running towards the stairs. I had no clue where we were going, but evidently Harry did, as he was the one pulling me along. Breathless, we made it to the second floor. I could hear the pounding of woman's shoes behind us.

"Where are we going?" I yelled as he pulled me into an unknown corridor.

"Shut up!" Harry yelled as he dragged me along, "Try and go faster!"

I mumbled something explicit, but speeded up my pace. So this is how Potter got his exercise.

Suddenly he pulled to a stop right next to a portrait. Quickly he squished his fingers underneath it, in an effort to pry it off the wall. Amazingly, with what seemed like little effort, it swung smoothly off the wall to reveal a hidden room slightly bigger then my closet turned bedroom. He pushed me in, and then went in himself as he closed the portrait behind us.

Silence, except for the deep breaths both Potter and I were taking.

"How did you-" I was about to say, but Potter slapped his hand over my mouth.

"Dammit Malfoy, shut the fuck up!" he hissed.

With his warm hand against my mouth I could only nod. How I wished it would stay there.

The seconds crept by, and then the pounding feet of the predatory mob could be heard. Then there was silence. It sounded like they had stopped just in front of the portrait we were currently hidden behind. Confused female voices broke the silence; they seemed to be discussing what to do. After a few minutes the talking died down and the sound of retreating feet could be heard.

Potter waited a few minutes more, and then took his hand off my mouth.

"Alright, I think they are gone." he whispered, and I heard more then saw him step away from me.

"What the hell was that?" I whispered.

"What was what?"

"Those girls."

"Oh... that." I could imagine the blush was probably starting to appear, "They are um... A few of my more spirited fans."

"Have they ever caught you?" I asked

"No, why would I let them? There's no telling what they would do to me."

"Oh I could imagine a few things..."

A few minutes of awkward silence followed.

"So... Do you think it's safe to return to the light of day?" I said as I moved in the general direction of the opening.

"I guess." Potter said, and then our small space was flooded with light as he opened the portrait.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" I asked.

"Uh." he glanced down at his wrist watch, "2:45."

"Shit!" I said as I remembered I had a class to go to.

"What?"

"I have to go somewhere..." I said and started to walk away, but then turned to face him, "Tuesday. Same time, same place?"

"Wha?"

"Tuesday Potter." I sighed, "It's my only day I have the whole afternoon free.

"Oh... uh..." he hesitated, and then smiled at me, "Sure I guess."

I didn't wait for a good-bye, I immediately turned around and walked towards the end of the hallway. I let myself smile, and turned to look back. He was still watching me.

I hope you all enjoyed this. This was one of the funnest entries I've written.

fifespice- Harry will, but later.

The Last True Black- Thanks, Draco's LJ is somtimes extremley fun to write, as he sort of thinks like me.

Silverone3- Thank-you XD

duchesscarml- An entire cast? Geez, and I thought I had problems :D

Bongo MonkeysXP- He's still very confused.

padfoot7085- Indeed he does.

Aeronwen- Thanks, it's quite hard to make Draco a snarky bastard and still loveable at the same time.

Anny Pervert Snape- Heh, sorry for my extreme late-ness...

Starrarose- Thanks XD