Day Twelve (Still, I Know): The Aftermath
Written for PinkLady129's Diary Prompt Challenge. :)
Dear Darling Diary,
Okay, confession. I didn't dramatically wipe out on my bed and fall asleep with my head resting on this diary- I felt like being a stereotypical Slytherin, and so I did. Why not, I figured?
"You're even worse than he is." That's what she told me. And I guess that she's right.
I mean, last time Draco got to me asleep, I woke up to the scene of him carrying me back to the dormitory. And, yeah, it was only because Dumbledore threatened him with his imposing authority and epic charm (or somthing like that). But he could've done some really crazy shit... and he didn't. Me, well, I did do some crazy shit.
In my defense, I did help Pansy carry him all the way back to the dungeons. And it was me that had to hold Draco by the ankles- Pansy got the shoulders. But at least he has nice ankles. (Why exactly did I write that...?) In my, well, offense, I did kind of mess with him as soon as I thought Pansy had left.
And by "mess with him", I mean that I was already setting naughty plans in motion four seconds after the door had clicked shut after Pansy's exit. By "naughty plans", I mean, well... You know that teddy bear that Draco pretends he doesn't sleep with? The one that, whenever he's asked about it, he just goes, "Teddy bear? What teddy bear? What kind of dork sleeps with a teddy bear?"
Well, for starters, him.
Anyway. I didn't do much to the bear... I just kind of used a sticking charm to attach it to Draco's chest, where it was currently being hugged/strangled. I kind of wished I had some sort of camera at that moment... and, of course, Pansy had to walk in just as I was hovering over the boy in silent laughter. She rolled her eyes, but I knew what she was really thinking: "Theo may be strange, but he provides excellent comic relief. Plus, his hair is quite sexy." Or something along those lines, you know. They're all secretly thinking it, I just know it. I can see it in their eyes.
In response to Pansy's comment (when she said I was even worse than Draco, as you'd know if you actually paid attention), I told her, "But this is too fun. Admit it. You want to laugh."
She didn't even crack a smile, dammit! She just went, "Theo, you can't fight fire with fire."
"Well, I'm not going to stop fighting!" I said, making no attempt to be quiet, since Draco was out cold anyway, and everyone else was off in the common room doing moronic stuff (i.e., getting drunk and playing wizard's chess). And I don't know what it was that made me say what I did, or if Draco's dramatic tendencies from earlier that day had rubbed off on me, but I found myself adding, "I never will, Pansy. I'll always fight for you."
"Theo-" she started to say, but never really said what she was apparently going to say. Which was mostly my fault, since it was me that crossed the space between us and put a finger to her lips.
"Don't speak," I told her. "Just listen." She cocked her head to the side for a minute, then cast me a confused glance. "I told you he snored at night!" I exclaimed, speaking of Draco, of course. Pansy's expression narrowed.
"You know, your hair's not even green anymore," Pansy informed me. She looked as if she were thinking about something uber-important. Like me. "And now it's pink!" she added in a rush, zapping me and exiting the room in two seconds flat.
"You'll regret that!" I shouted after her, not even bothering to open the door. "I think," I muttered after a beat or two of silence.
No, I don't think- I know.
How many plans does a guy have to forumlate a day to survive, anyway? I guess life really does just hate me.
Oh, well. I could care less.
Love (no, not really), Theo.
Merlin, I really wish I was already asleep, just like...