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Dear Diary,

Sorry times two about the hurried ending to my previous entry, but the man I am TOTALLY in love with was CLIMBING IN THROUGH MY WINDOW, so I stashed you under my pillow. This is how our conversation went.

Me: Uh, h-hey Marshall. What's up?

(I know, I sounded like a complete moron, but I had just been expressing my undying love for him, so, yeah)

Marshall: (finishes climbing in, stops to pull a hand through his UNBELIEVABLY gorgeous blonde hair, and looks at me, raising an eyebrow) Nothing. (goes to my desk, pulls out a chair, and swings it around, crossing his arms on the back)

Me: Uh huh. (I raise my eyebrow back, lapsing into my usual 'just hanging out with my best bud' mood) So, what's really been happening?

Marshall: Oh, not much, you know, my Mum yelled at my Dad for leaving the broom shed unlocked and letting Alan get at his Firebolt 3000…

Me: What happened to him?

Marshall: He sprained his wrist.

Me: Oh, no wonder Parvati freaked.

Marshall: Yeah, well, that happened, and Jake broke a lamp, my dad's mum tried to kill my dad and me…

Me: Whoa, hold it, stop, rewind. WHAT? I thought your grandma was locked up in the loony ward in St. Mungo's!

Marshall: You and me both.

Me: Okay, tell me what happened.

Marshall: Well, she came in through the fireplace screaming, "You killed my husband, you ungrateful bastard!" Dad told us to get out of there, and Mum was trying to get Jake, Alan, and Philippa to go upstairs. Then she yelled at me to follow her, but I turned right around and went to my dad. She was about to use the killing curse on him when I pulled out my wand and said, "Protego!" and a shield protected us. Then, she lost it even more and jumped me.

Me: She jumped you? Seriously?

Marshall: Yeah. (is quiet for a bit) That really ticked Dad off, though. He grabbed her off me, took her wand, and stunned her. Then he helped me up and thanked me, we hugged, and Aurors came for her half an hour later.

Me: You and your dad hugged? That's new.

Marshall: (shrugs) We have our moments.

Me: Wow. Trés merde.

Marshall: (confused looks amazing on him!) Huh?

Me: It's French, Mum got me into it. It basically means extremely terrible.

Marshall: Ah. Well, it fits.

(At this point, we share a look. You know, one of those looks where I feel him looking deep into my soul… sigh OH SPLEE, MARSHALL ALEXANDER MALFOY IS LOOKING INTO MY SOUL, OH GODDESS MAKE ME LOOK AWAY!) Um, well… (says my sixth year sex god! while looking away ) So, are you looking forward to your fifth year?

Me: (sighing and flopping back on bed) I guess. You know, except for the prospect of O.W.L.S., which could be the deciding factor in what I spend the rest of my life doing. The pressure is on to live up to my parents' O.W.L.S., so, as Simple Plan has stated, 'I just wanna scream.'

Marshall: I know it must be hard being expected to rival your parents' accomplishments.

Me: Cor, yes.

Quiet, thoughtful moment…

Me: Mind if I play some music? I can't stand silence.

Marshall: (shrugs) No, go ahead, maybe it'll help me forget about the two attempted murders that happened today.

Me: It's possible, Evanescence works wonders for a troubled soul. Remember when my cat died and I was holed up in here for two days? That's all I listened to.

Marshall: What's that, another Muggle band?

Me: Of course. I can't stand that trash my mum plays, it sounds like bad renditions of cheap 50s songs.

Marshall: (laughs, OHMYGODDESS! Oh, sex god is soooo hot, and he's mine! I wish…) Hey, you got a new poster.

Me: Yeah.

Marshall: What's with his ears?

Me: He's an elf.

Marshall: (gives me awesome hot look with raised eyebrow. Again, Sex God!)

Me: Well, not really. He's a Muggle called Orlando Bloom. This is a picture of him from The Lord of the Rings; he was an elf prince named Legolas Greenleaf. Of course, that was 20 years ago, but he's still cool.

Marshall: Right.

Me: I know, no idea what I'm talking about. (sigh) I need some Muggle friends.

Marshall: (acts offended, looks oh-so-hot) Hey! Who's the only person you know besides your brother who has also had to overcome his father's reputation?

Me: You.

Marshall: And who kicked said brother for giving you that Acid Pop?

Me: (laughing) You did. And don't think I don't appreciate it. He had it coming. So (says I, oh-so-casually), have you gotten your invite from Ron and Hermione?

Marshall: (huge, hot grin spreads over face, looks very kissable…) Yeah, and it sounds great! I'm really looking forward to it. You lot are coming, right?

Me: Oh, of course. And it's doubly cool with knobs for me 'cause now I don't have to go to the Land of the Sporks.

Marshall: (chuckles) It got you out of the dreaded trip to the States, then.

Me: Yes, so until the beginning of the school year, I plan on being worry free, and hopefully embarrassment-proof.

(Just then, Mum made an award-winning appearance)

Mum: Lila! Turn that noise down and answer me!

Me: (turn down stereo) What do you want?

Mum: I'm going shopping tomorrow. Do you need some new bras?

Me: (inside: OH MY GODS, SHE DIDN'T!) Outside: NO, Mum, and if I did, I would buy them MYSELF! Thank you!

Mum: Ah, I get it. Marshall, will you be staying for dinner?

Marshall: No thanks, Mrs. Potter, I already ate.

Mum: All right, then. Lila, dinner's in half an hour.

Me: Fine Mum.

(Mum walks away, I avoid looking at Marshall. I am ABSOTIVELY POSILUTELY MORTIFIED!)

Me: Sometimes parents can be so embarrassing. I feel like such a swot.

Marshall: (laughs) You're no dork, Lilac. (gets up) I gotta get home. (comes to me, and gives me a KISS ON THE CHEEK! I COULD DIE!) 'Bye. (climbs out window)

All I can say is SPLEE! He kissed me, he kissed me! Granted, it was a good friend, best friend's sister kiss, but so what! MARSHALL MALFOY, THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE WORLD, KISSED ME!

Anyways, on a saner note: notice the cute nickname, Lilac. He's called me that since I was 12. Don't know why, don't care why. He could call me Biscuithead and I wouldn't mind!

Anyways (again), next time you hear from me, I will be in PARIS, with MARSHALL MALFOY! Oh, and my best friend/fave cousin, 5 other cousins (6 if you count the one Hermione's pregnant with), my twin brother, and my parents, who SO do not belong in the City of Love. But, there's no stopping them now. Oh well, will ditch them and scope out some French chaps for fun with Theresa, my best friend/fave cousin. Until Paree, farewell my dearest diary!

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