Dear Diary OR Hogwarts' Romeo & Juliet

by Raekitty13

Disclaimer: What's the point... Judging by my lack of reviews, I've gotta be waaay worse then JK Rowling, SO why should I bother to write a disclaimer?

Author's Notes: Wow, slow posting, sorry, I've been busy. Thank yous go to the two who have reviewed; chezzybabe and sasukeandrockleelvr, and a thank you goes out to Morning-Sunset for the PM. ( I meant to thank Chezzybabe last chapter... but I think I got side tracked and only managed to put the name up, heh sorry.) Thanks guys!

Chapter Four:

Journal;

Can you tell yet that Pansy demanded to read what I wrote yesterday? Yeah... I'm paying for it now. I now have to write "over 800 words every time I decide to write". Thankfully, she has yet to tell me that I have to write everyday. Shit... I probably just screwed myself over with that last sentence. She'll read this tomorrow and make me do it... Maybe I can convince her that, this, as my journal should be private, so as long as she uses a simple word counting spell, she shouldn't have to read it. Being a girl, she should understand... right?

She also told me how to head this correctly...I was like pfff, write "Dear Diary" I think not! She got me to write period, shouldn't that be enough? Ugh, we had a little pep talk today, too about not saying bad stuff about her in here. Hello, she's not supposed to read it in the first place, so I SHOULD be able to write what I want and get away with it. Plus, if she wouldn't be such a bitch all the time, I wouldn't have so much to complain about, now would I? (Yeah, read that Pansy. Read it and weep... just not on me.)

God, can you believe after reading my journal entry, Pansy told me that Harry has amazing eyes?? Her quote was, "Harry, actually has beautiful eyes, Draco. Unlike yours. His are a brilliant green, so full of life and hope. But yours, they're just cold and empty." I told her that if she wanted to join the Potter Groupies, she was more than capable of doing so, she'd just have to leave her ring on my dresser. You wanna know what her response was? I'll tell you, it was, "So that you're free to hook up with Granger? I think not, Draco, baby."

Can you say ew? Who'd wanna hook up with Granger, 'cept maybe Weasel-bee. But then again, they'd be perfect for each other. A Mudblood and a Blood Traitor. You can't get any more perfect. Unless you count... yeah, never mind. You can't get any more perfect.

Uhh.. eight hundred words... what should I write about now? How I made that little first year cry after taking his pet cat and turning it into a shoe? While it was fun at the time, I do have to make up a detention for it. McGonagall was standing around the corner. How was I to know that the stupid little git was in Gryffindor AND a teacher's pet?

Speaking of which, I managed to shock Little Miss Granger again today. I beat her to answering a question today. SHA-BAM! And it wasn't even in potions. Today, it was in transfiguration (before I got my detention, mind you). That's right, who was faster than Granger again? That's right, me. I'm not kidding you, it was so SHA-BAM! I mean, not even the appearance of the Dark Lord would have surprised her more. (Ha ha! You can't see my smirk, stupid journal. Take THAT!)

McGonagall was all surprised too, her exact words were, "Draco, I didn't realize you knew how to read. Fifteen points to Slytherin."

Of course, Potter had to add his two cents worth, "For pulling his head out of his arse and actually opening a text book."

Weasel-bee thought he'd be funny and steal my spot light by adding, "Yeah, professor, I think he deserves at least twenty points. I mean, his head was up there pretty far."

I couldn't help to smirk as Granger smacked him upside the head... I mean, as McGonagall was forced to take twenty points from Gryffindor.

Gah... eight hundred words... Am I whipped? I'm a fifteen year old guy, writing in a journal (the equivalent of a DIARY in a girl's world) to make my girlfriend shut up. Not only am I writing in here, I'm writing eight hundred freaking words every time I do so... Dear Dark Lord, nobody had better find this or I'm SOL... I AM NOT WHIPPED... just for the record.

Speaking of the Dark Lord, he is indeed back again. Stupid Potter, nobody believes him. I've been thinking for a while now about offically joining the Dark Side, Dark Mark and all. Dad wants me to, and I've got to admit, the Dark Mark would definitely add to my kick arse, bad boy air, ya know? Mum, on the other hand is freaking out about it pretty bad. She thinks that I'll get myself killed. Typical Mum, stuff no doubt... then again, my mum isn't very typical... and neither is my father if you want to get right down to it. BUT none of that matters, 'cuz who needs love from his parents when he can get the love of every girl he wants?

Oh thank God, I'm over my word count. I've gotta get to my detention anyway.

Draco Malfoy