Day...

I've stopped keep track. Let's just call this the Day of... The day of... I'll write this later, okay? After I tell you what he did today, that jerk. Draco Malfoy... I'll bet he has a really horrible middle name that I can insult, if I figure out what it is. I'll pay someone to get on that, sometime... but for now, onto the entry. Or is this already the entry? I'm writing, I'm writing, I'm-

Okay. Let's start over.

DEAR DIARY (there we go!),

Okay, what the fuck was I just saying? Merlin, I think I wrote that while being half-asleep. Then again, looking back... At least I had the presence of mind to call Draco a jerk.

Why is it that this guy has been coming up in this diary even more than Pansy lately? Do I really hate him that much? Well... yeah, I do, but he's still my friend. Kind of. It's weird. Weird how he keeps turning up everywhere, even when he's not even there...

If you're wondering, yes, it did happen again today. And now two people at this school- that I know of- are convinced that I'm smitten with that fiend. Does this even make sense? No. It doesn't.

Okay, I guess I need to chill out before I continue writing, or else my current thoughts will leak onto this page. They would sound like this, if you're curious:

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. Dammit. WHY? I don't get it! This is so weird! Dammit! Dammit! Just... dammit, you know?

So, yeah, that's why I really need to calm down. Think about ponies and pink and ice cream...

Everything's okay now. I'm okay. Anyway... I guess this crazy debacle began this morning. It was really rather strange how I woke up to the sound of Draco sitting on the edge of my bed and saying, "...Theo, I've got to tell you something..." but...

It was also really quite humorous. Because, in response to his statement, my sleepy-self replied, "Draco, I already know that you sleep with the bear, so you don't even have to say anything. I accept it, Draco, and I think it's okay! I used to do the same..." and then I kind of fell asleep again, or something, because, the next thing I knew, Draco was right on top of me and practically snarling.

I was too tired to really care, so I just kind of laughed at his predicament- remember how I did that attachment charm with the teddy bear and him? I think it was that- and lazily smiled. Draco looked like he was about to slug me, but then he just rolled his eyes and got up again.

"You know what?" he said. "I could care less. I could care less, Theodore Nott! I. Could. Care. Less."

"That's nice," I informed him sweetly.

"Besides, everyone likes teddy bears. Who doesn't like teddy bears?"

"I like teddy bears," Goyle spoke up. A few others nodded along with him (and a few others scoffed at us, but, hey, I could care less!).

"Goyle!" I realized, sitting straight up for the first time that morning. "I've got to help you with Pansy! I mean, Astoria! Yes, I do... I know!" I jumped out of bed and shot a spell at it to make it- I was that downright cheerful. "Goyle," I said mysteriously, "You have somewhere you need to go."

"But breakfast doesn't start until-"

"Goyle," I repeated, "You have somewhere you need to go. Come with me, Goyle!"

I took him to Dumbledore. Someone else needed to preoccupy him with their love issues, I figured. And old Dumbles wasn't that bad himself at advice.

Yeah, I wasn't feeling very intelligent this morning. Let's blame lack of sleep, shall we? No, even better- let's blame Draco.

Dumbledore was good with Goyle. They got along, and Goyle actually listened to what our fine headmaster had to say. It wasn't even that bad of a visit until Dumbledore went and asked Goyle-

"So, Gregory, what do you think about Theo's interest in Draco?"

Goyle was confused. Dumbledore elbowed me, and I must have turned redder than... something really, really red. Like Ginny Weasley's hair- but redder. I couldn't speak. When I opened my mouth, nothing came out. Why was I so embarrassed? It was just Goyle. I could explain to him later, I figured, so...

"I'm in love with Draco," I told him. "I'm... interested in him. Like that."

"Really?" Goyle's face brightened with enlightenment. "So they were right!"

"Who was right?" I demanded, shocked. "Who is 'they'? What were they right about?" I felt frozen cold... what was up with the thermostat in this place, I wondered?

"The fanfiction!" Goyle explained, rather flustered and scared-looking.

"The WHAT?" I echoed.

"Nobody you know," he sighed.

"Oh... well, then. On with the Astoria plan!" I exclaimed, eager to change the subject. They asked me what I had been thinking... I told them my plan. Dumbledore botched it up quite a bit, but, in the end...

We had a plan- a fucking awesome plan. And I had plans of my own, in my head- how I was going to get back to Pansy and forget about all of this Draco shit...

I just never figured that Draco had something of his own to say.

To be continued...