Day Eight

Things just keep coming. I mean, once the drama starts, it doesn't stop until everything and everyone in its path has gone to hell and been completely destroyed. It's like, I just want to stick my head out a window and shout, "You've already taken everything I could lose, so bring it on! There is nothing more that you could possibly take from me, so fucking bring it on!" But I have a suspicion that if I were to do that, fate would look me in the eye and say, fine. I'm bringing it. And so it has, because there is nothing that could possibly be worse than what happened today...

Then again, there's always tomorrow.

So, first thing in the morning, I wake up. Duh, that's obvious. But, anyway, I wake up, drag myself over to the bathroom, and then get the shock of my life- and it's not that Draco's even more of a git than I thought he was. That was yesterday. Today, it's that my eyes are even greener than they were yesterday. In fact, they're neon, glowing green, like the lights of the muggle Las Vegas. And my hair? Even worse. I mean, some guys could rock the whole my-hair-is-green look, but not me. I never thought I would ever say this, but my hair isn't perfect. Perfect. And that's a sarcastic comment.

I tried to use a spell to get rid of the color in my hair, but just then Draco opened the door and came in. I jumped, the charm bounced off of the mirror, and then came a sight so fucking hilarious that I couldn't help but double over in laughter. Draco's horrible blond hair was now black. And, Merlin, it was just so funny. I couldn't help it. Of course, then he got all pissed at me and said, "You think that's funny, do you? Well, it's not... Nott. You have such a stupid last name, did you know that?" And then he was chuckling, and I was silent. Draco just grinned at me and was all let's-be-friends-we-both-have-weird-hair-anyway for the next few minutes. But I just ignored him for the most part. I mean, the guy's an ass. I wasn't going to buy the whole charade, no way. He gave up after a while, thankfully; I had been on the verge of hexing him into next week.

Draco got his hair back to normal with a simple and easy charm. Mine was obstinate. But maybe that's a good thing- my hair has personality! Spectacular! Not. And, Merlin, ever since that moronic bathroom conversation with Draco, I can't help but notice how often my last name pops up unintentionly in things. I mean, yeah, I noticed it before, but I was used to it. Now the guy's just being annoying, though, slipping the word in every bloody time we talk. When we pass each other in the hall, it's, "Hey, Nott, what's up with the hair? It's so Nott cool." When we're eating dinner, it's, "I'm smart. You're Nott." I honestly just wanted to yell, "Get over it, you-" and then a whole string of curse words. Like, a lot. But that might make a bad impression on Pansy, I thought.

Well, that was before he said it again, when we were in the common room after dinner. Draco and Blaise were playing wizard chess, and then I came in, and Pansy was there too. She's still mad at me, by the way. She ignores me in the halls without a second glance- or a first- and if she ever does look at me, she's glaring. But I also can sense something under all that, a message: don't tell anyone about her diary. Well, obviously Draco knows about it- and apparently read it too, that moron- but my love didn't want me to tell anyone else. So I didn't, of course. I'm still wondering what Draco was hinting at yesterday, though...

Back to subject. I got to the scene, and soon Blaise and I were bantering about who was cooler and handsomer and smarter. And then Draco comes in and says, "You're Nott," and starts chuckling with laughter, just like it was the funniest thing in the world. I was fed up with it. There's a point in being mocked by Draco Malfoy where I'll just go, "Yep, this has taken long enough. I'm gonna punch Draco in the nose now."

So I did. I hadn't exactly meant to break his nose, but I kind of did... Thankfully, when he was in the hospital wing being treated- he was moaning and groaning over a whole lot of nothing, the idiot- he was too embarrassed and shocked by the whole thing to tell any teachers that it had been me, so I didn't even get in trouble. Except that Pansy got a bit blown up about it. She glared at me even more, and spent all her time mooning over how it must have been so painful. And then more glaring at me.

She's obviously in love with me. Utterly sick with love for me, so much so that it kills her inside. I'll set this all straight soon. Just like Madam Pomfrey set Draco's nose straight again. Well, actually, it's just a bit crooked. That's what Draco says, anyway. But he always is a bit melodramatic.

And a total git- have I said that yet?

-Nott Theo.