I own nothing. (All quotes indented and bold fonts were taken from one of J.K. Rowling's books.)
This story has been taken and pieced together from three unique diaries. Unfortunately, due to the fact that the information in the diaries is often quite biased, different parts of each diary have been used to describe certain events.
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Lilly West and the Sorcerer's Barf-Bag
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Draco Malfoy
The common room was now packed with first year Slytherins, and it was only 7:13.
I sat with Crabbe and Goyle on either side of me, and together, we took up the entire black leather couch. Across from us were about ten girls who had managed to cram themselves onto their sofa. Sitting on the couch's arm was a boy whom all the girls consistently called 'Little Marvin'. "Little Marvin' was about six feet tall. On the other side of the room, West, Zabini and Bulstrode all sat on top of a giant cabinet, their legs dangling down.
Everywhere, whether on the floors or on a chair, boys and girls were sitting- everywhere except on the dark-lacquered coffee table that had been placed in front of the fireplace. The fire glowed with a green light. Spoooooky…
I looked at my watch again, for the billionth time. 7:20. Only ten more minutes to go.So, to pass the time, I decided to strike up a conversation with the two lovely block-heads on either side of me. "So, you excited for what comes next?"
Grunts.
"I am. Father's been in this competition before. He said that he'd won, and when my mother went to school here, so did she."
More grunts.
"You know what that means, right?"
No answer.
I looked at both Crabbe and Goyle, and I saw that they both had confused looks on their faces. Merlin's trousers! Honestly, how thick can you get?. I rolled my eyes and continued.
"You see, unlike every other desperate soul in this room, I actually have a bit of brains, like my mother and father. I'm going to win this competition for sure." Both Crabbe and Goyle were smiling and nodding- now they got it.
"I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you." Huh? Who was the sorry swot who'd just eavesdropped into my conversation? I looked around, trying to find the person who'd commented. "Um, I'm down here, you dunce." Looking down, I saw that the high pitched voice belonged to a girl sitting on the floor. She had dark black eyes, with short, glossy black hair and a pug-like face. I recognized her as the girl who'd walked with me first night at Hogwarts. Perry something… Posy something…
"Whatdid you say to me?" I growled, my face twisting into a sneer. Beside me, Crabbe and Goyle cracked their knuckles. Sometimes it was good to have them around. "I said that you're a dunce," the girl said, smirking, "it'd be a wonder if you even made it into the competition in the first place." I glared at her. "Well, it'd be a wonder if you, Miss… Miss…" "Parkinson. Pansy Parkinson," the girl said, cackling. "Merlin, you're so thick that you can't even remember my name. I introduced myself to you three weeks ago." I was about so say something back (something that made me sound smart, I think) when we were interrupted by a boy and girl standing on top of the coffee table.
"Excuse me?" The girl asked. She stepped into the light that the fire provided, and revealed a lot of curly blond hair and a lovely (NOT) set of buckteeth. Surprisingly enough, she didn't have an irritating lisp, like Bulstrode and Ferry Smithson in Ravenclaw. "I see all thirty-six of you are here. Welcome, First Years, to the opening day of the Slytherin Competition. I am Harriet Trestin, Queen of Slytherin, and here is the King of Slytherin, Lucifer Quaint."
Trestin stepped back, and the person beside her stepped forward. I swear, every single girl in the room gasped. Lucifer Quaint was one of those boys who the other guys recognized as good looking- he had blue eyes and glossy black hair, and his left ear was pierced. I glanced at West to see what her face was like, and I saw that her mouth was hanging open, and Zabini was looking at her and laughing. She laughed too- no doubt the expression was nothing but a way to get attention.
How I despised her.
Lucifer began to speak. "So, as you read in the letters we sent you, the Slytherin Competition is ancient and traditional, and was started by the second-most famous Slytherin of all time, Merlin himself, when he was in his sixth year. He created it as a way to determine who the cleverest and most powerful Slytherins of the year were. The winners would eventually grow up to plan the events of Competition in their sixth year. Both Harriet and I were winners six years ago.
"There will be four competitions this year, one for each season. The first will be on October 31st, the next on December 5th, the third on April 21st, and the final competition on June 10th. Each competition is designed to test you, and if you fail to complete it on time, or fail to finish at all, you will be disqualified."
Harriet Trestin stepped forward beside Quaint and spoke. "You can also be eliminated if a Prince or Princess of Slytherin catches you in the act of doing something that a respectable Slytherin would never do. And finally, you can be disqualified if you tell a person from another House about this. No other House has a competition like ours.
"Winning will put your name in the Book of Slytherins, alongside the names of other notable Slytherins, such as Tom Riddle, Severus Snape, Lucious Malfoy"- (insert my grin here!)-"Bellatrix Lestrange, and Phineas Nigellus, a headmaster of Hogwarts."
"So, that concludes our little introduction," Lucifer said, smiling evilly. Hey… Wasn't Lucifer the name of the devil? "For the first task, we would like you to be down here, in the Common Room, at precisely 9:00, where we will start our game of 'Hogwarts Scavenger Hunt-slash- Hide from Filch'. If you aren't there on time, you will be eliminated. Thank you for you time." Both Quaint and Trestin walked off the coffee table and to their respective dormitories.
After we left, it was if everyone was under a spell. We were all sitting so quietly, all of us afraid to move. So I stood up, stretched and said, very loudly, "well, I don't know about you block heads, but I'm going to bed." And I did.
I grinned as I fell asleep to the sounds of thirty-five pairs of feet running to their bedrooms. I was so going to win this thing. Oh, the joys of being in Slytherin!
Lilly West
I covered my head with my pillow for the ump-teenth time. "Could you two please just zip your large mouths?" I yelled. "I'm trying to get some sleep, because, if you two haven't noticed, it is 11:41 and we have school tomorrow." My complaint was echoed by the other two girls in our dormitory. Pansy and Millicent had been gabbing ever since they'd walked (very noisily, I may add) into the room at 9:30, talking non-stop about the events of the evening. Like, seriously! Who cared what accessories Harriet Trestin was wearing? Not me or the rest of the world, that's for sure.
Even though I had oh-so-kindly told them to shut up, they continued to chit-chat the night away. "... and so, Draco, that complete dunce, thinks that he's going to win the competition. He's absolutely ridiculous. I swear, he is such a-" "SHUT YOUR PIE HOLES!" Alexis, Esmeralda and I cried in unison.
"Well, excuthe uth for trying to learn a bit about eachother'th pointh of view on the evening," Millicent said icily. She really hated it when people complained about her voice. For some strange (and stupid) reason, she always thought it had something to do with her lisp- even when the real reason about the complaints had nothing to do with her assumption, whatsoever.
"Thorry, Panthy. You were telling me about Malfoy, before we were tho rudely interrupted by our thtupid roomateth." "Yes, so Draco thinks that he'll win for sure. I don't think that he stands a chance against Blaise, he's so dreamy… I mean so smart. But Malfoy is so arrogant-" I sat up in bed and gave them both my best evil maniac stare.
"Okay, if you hate Malfoy so much, then why won't you shut up about him. I bet you five galleons that deep down, you are secretly and passionately in love with him."
"Is that so?" Pansy said, her caterpillars- I mean eyebrows- raised in mock surprise.
"Yes."
"Then you owe me five galleons- I detest Malfoy. You, on the other hand I' not so sure of."
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I absolutely detest the kid."
"Puh-lease. The way you talk to him! It's like you can't contain your stupidity when you look into his eyes!" Pansy shrieked, folding her arms across her chest.
"Excusez-moi? For your information, I can't contain my stupidity ever. It doesn't matter who I'm with."
"That's true…"
"You know what! I'm going to propose a real, valid bet. If I win the competition, you have to act like you love Malfoy for six whole years. If you win, I have to kiss him, whether he wants me to or not." The idea itself was absolutely repulsive(ish), but Pansy now had a glint in her eyes- the one she had when she was about to spill some secret that could ruin another girl's life. It was an evil glint- evil, I tell you!
"No, kissing Malfoy would be too good for you-"
"For the last time, I love him about as much as I love Filch!"
"Whatever. If I win, you have to kiss Vincent Crabbe. On the lips, once a year. Deal?"
I let my mouth hang open. What? I never said anything about Crabbe! I wanted to shout. Instead, my stupid, stupid brain took over and made me say "deal." Pansy extended a pink manicured hand and I shook it. Huh? What was I getting myself into? I had no idea. But I'd agreed to it, and as every Slytherin first year knew, a deal was a deal, and there was no turning back. Even if you did try to cheat your way out of it.
I could see all of the other girls in the room exchange excited glances. It was obvious they wouldn't tell anyone else what happened, however much they wanted to. Certain things were meant to be kept secret, and they knew that this was one of those things. But they also knew that this would be big- as did I.
Pansy smiled a big, wide smile. To all of the other girls, I suppose the grin appeared like a friendly, pleased-with-herself smirk. But I knew that smile: it was the look of a predator about to devour her prey. I shrank back under my covers. Oh, the joys of being in Slytherin…
Blaise Zabini
"Blaise…"
"Blaise…"
"BLAISE!"
Someone was calling my name… I opened my eye up a crack and saw that a figure was sitting on the foot of my bed. "Ahhh!" I cried, sitting up. Dear God, I prayed, whoever it is, please do not let them kill me. I've been good! Kind of… The figure reached forward, and I shrieked again. The person switched on my bedside lamp, and I shut my eyes.
And then I heard a familiar laugh.
Lilly West was in my dormitory. At night. "Why are you here? Snape's going to kill you!" "Relax, dude! I just came up to tell you something," she said, her green eyes glinting with excitement. I looked at my old alarm clock. 12:12. What could she have to tell me at this time of night?
"I made a bet with Pansy. If she wins the competition, I have to kiss Crabbe on the lips, every year. But if I win…"
"What?"
"She has to act in love with Malfoy for six years. Six whole years!" Lilly shrieked. No doubt she thought of herself as a genius at the moment (which she was most definitely NOT), but I knew Parkinson from when we were kids. She was exactly what every Slytherin girl was supposed to be- evil, cunning, malicious, a huge gossip, smart and willing to do whatever would make her succeed. On the other hand, I had no idea how Lilly even managed to get into Slytherin!
I watched as recognition dawned on Lilly's face- she'd just realized the same thing that I had. She looked at me with fear in her eyes. "Blaise, we have to win."
"We? Don't you mean you?"
"No, we. I won't have any other stinkin' Slytherin boy winning the competition. It has to be both of us, partially because you're my friend, and partially because I have no chance whatsoever of doing this without you."
"I agree," I said, laying my head on my pillow. "Now get out, you idiot." I switched off the light, and watched as her shadow walked out of the door.
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