Day Eleven

Yo, Diary...

He actually pulled me out of class to discuss this.

I tried to tell McGonagall that it wasn't necessary, that Dumbledore didn't really need talk with me. Didn't she know that I treasured and valued every second I got to spend in her classroom?

Yeah, I ended up being escorted to the headmaster's office. By the Slytherin prefect. Whatever his name is. I just know that he's an asshole. Seriously, instead of "escorted", I should have written "mercilessly dragged by my ear". He just might be higher than Draco on my hate list... and that's saying something.

And, after all that, do you know why Dumbledore wanted to talk with me? What could possibly be so urgent that I needed to skip class for it? Not that I minded... but Dumbledore does have this habit of making the tips of my ears burn. Which isn't just because they were practically torn off by some asshole prefect.

"You see," the headmaster said, when I asked him this, "You, Theo, have gotten yourself swept up into what they call a love triangle. A real one. In my opinion, most are mistaken when they speak of these triangles. Say we have three characters... Hermione, Draco, and... Harry, perhaps? Yes, Harry. Well, Draco likes Hermione, and so does Harry. In this analogy! Not in actuality, of course. And Hermione's caught in between. But this isn't a triangle, because there's nothing at all happening between Draco and Harry! It's like... an angle! You see what I mean, Theo?"

I nodded. Why did he have to talk so much...?

"You and Draco have something special."

Okay... gag.

"A true triangle!" Dumbledore exclaimed, lifting his hands in the air as if he were, I don't know, Jesus. Or something. "You like Draco..." Right, right. Sure. "Draco's dating Pansy..." Yep, true, true. Unfortunately so! "... And Pansy's in love with you!" Right, right...

I said something really smart right then. Something along the lines of "Wha- huh?"

"What is it, Theo?" Dumbledore looked at me strangely. "You're acting as if you didn't already... know..." He trailed off suspiciously, and for a few seconds he just stared at me. I seriously gulped a little, it was that intense of a look. I couldn't blame Draco for obeying him yesterday, now. Dumbledore had the eyes of a tiger.

Then he started laughing. Which was, in a way, even creepier than before. I laughed along, even though I had no idea what the hell was so funny.

I stopped in a snitch's wing beat when Dumbledore reached out and patted me on the head. Yes, it was much more awkward than you imagine. Much. More. "You're so adorably clueless!" he chuckled. "If I had a van, I'd so kidnap you!"

That was precisely the moment that I choked on nothing but air and the image of Dumbledore yanking me into an old white muggle automobile. Why the fuck was that so easy to picture? I immediately cleared my throat when the thought of Dumbledore giving me the Heimlich popped up in my mind.

This is why I wanted to be in class, you know? So said I in a near-hysterical tone of voice.

"So." Dumbledore was back to business, it seemed. He started scrawling words on a piece of parchment on his desk. "You have three options, correct?"

"Um..." I didn't know!

"Correct?"

I sat up straight. "Yes, sir!" I yelped out. Dumbledore grinned, then resumed his writing.

"First option: Wait it out. You don't want to do that, do you? Right. So, option two-"

"Excuse me, sir..." I said, really, really awkwardly, "but what-" the fuck "-are we discussing, exactly?"

"The seduction of Draco Malfoy."

Need I say more? Needless to say, I had a really, really bad day.

That rhymed. Amazing.

-Theo.