Day Seven

Some anonymous person apparently once said that love without reason lasts the longest, and by once said, I mean that I just got a mysterious letter by owl in the Great Hall today that said just that, signed "S.S." I can't even think of anyone with those initials, partly because all the idiots in my house- *cough, DRACO*- call everyone by their last names. Potter, Malfoy, Zabini, Parkinson, Nott, Greengrass, Dumbledore... I might as well just call him Albus, just to irritate them! It's not like he would care anyway, he'd just say something philosophical and friendly, then daydream more about Draco. Eh.

Do you even know why I think Draco's such a moron? Other than the obvious, I mean- that he's dating my beloved Pansy.

For one, the guy has this stupid blond hair, and I know for a fact that it's not even natural. And everyone thinks he's all scary and amazing, yet he still draws with crayons. I mean, art is cool, but anyone who still uses crayons is a total baby. I suspect that he uses diapers, too, but I haven't yet found the evidence. I'm searching, though, so don't worry- he will be exposed. And, yeah, he's pretty good at Quidditch, but... (anyone reading this, there shouldn't even be anyone reading this, but anyone reading this had better not tell anyone about this) Harry's way better. Just sayin'.

Anyway.

Today I saw Pansy outside, sitting under a big willow tree- not the Whomping Willow, thankfully. She was studying. I quickly ducked behind another tree and spent five minutes trying to think of something really cool to say as I walked by her. When I finally did, I said, "History again?" and slowed as I passed her. Instead of replying, she kind of turned red and mumbled something.

And that's when I saw something simply... amazing. Shocking. Utterly spectacular.

"You have a diary?" I asked incredulously. But something in my tone must have offended her, because she slammed the green book closed, along with the history book, and when she looked up at me after a moment, she was glaring at me. Why is that I can always manage to mess things up with her? Oh, answer: I'm a moron. Well, a sexy moron. A really

Sorry about that, Mr. Diary. Draco interrupted me, but I'll get to that after I finish talking about Pansy- she takes way more priority than that idiot. Even when her face is red and the wind is really strong, making her hair all messy. Even when she's pissed as hell at me. Yeah, she really was. When she started looking all angry like that, my first instinct was to scream and run, but I didn't, which was probably another stupid move, brought to you by Theo Nott... Instead, I reached for her hand.

Pansy just stared at me for a second, frozen. And then she, and not I, ran away. Leaving me under the tree, alone. So I just sat there, where she had, and thought about love and the meaning of the life. No, actually, I just fell asleep. When I dreamed, it was only a minute or two, maybe less. It was of Dumbledore and Draco- I'm not saying anything else. Just know that it was more horrifying that that dream in which I watched my mom die at the hands of old Voldie himself.

Speaking of Draco, he just came in our dormitory room and slammed the door closed behind him, then kicked everyone out but me. The first thing I said when we were alone was "If this is because you read my diary, I didn't mean to insult you. Well, not that much. And I wasn't really planning to-" Thank Merlin that he silenced me with a gesture of his hand before I admitted that I wanted to steal his girlfriend! Then he would've been even crankier than he already was at the moment.

"No, it's not about whatever the hell you like to write," Draco said coldly, sounding more like his dad than his usual self. Which pretty much is an eleven on the voices-that-creep-you-out scale. He continued by saying, "It's about what Pansy wrote in her diary. She said that-"

"No, wait, you read her diary?" I asked him, eyes wide. "You can't just go and read a girl's innermost thoughts! What are you, crazy? Diaries are the only place a person can say everything they're feeling, even the crazy stuff! You don't even tell your best friend as many things as you do a diary, because if you think that they're a bitch, you don't want to call them a bitch to their face, 'cause they're your best friend! And if you were trying to kill a guy or kiss a girl or fall in love with your best friend, you wouldn't want anybody else in the whole world to know that; they're your secrets! To read someone's diary... that's just plain cruel, Draco!" I burst out. Rambling on and on, I guess. He just watched with a bored, cold expression- waiting for me to finish.

And then he started to laugh, sounding like some wacko freaky killer guy. Which he kind of is.

"You don't know, do you?" Draco said after a moment, then collapsed on his bed, still chuckling. He ignored me for the rest of the night, the oddest and scariest of expressions on his face.

Oh, and my eyes are starting to take on a greenish tint.

A storm is coming, I can feel it.

Merlin, help me.

-Theodore Roosevelt... kidding. It's Theo.