A/N: I told you it would be quick!

DISCLAIMER: Oh, cruel fate! I was not born as a J.K Rowling, and therefore I do not own Harry Potter. Merlin, how unfair life is.

Nessie's Diary
Date: 7th December

Well, that's it. I officially hate Malfoy. Not as in 'I don't like Malfoy', as in absolutely detest and loathe to the very core of him. Intense hatred. Anyway, the main thing that happened to me today was detention with Malfoy from Snape. And yes, it has every thing to do with the comment above. So, here's what happened:
So, of course, first I went down to Snape's office, where, of course, Malfoy and Snape were waiting. And then, Snape said (in his weird, nasal voice) "Ah, Miss Potter, there you finally are. We have been waiting for you for 3 minutes. 5 points from Gryffindor for being late."
From that single comment, I could tell that Ron was wrong about detention. It wasn't bad. It was hell. Malfoy smirked and I shot him my best death glare. Yes, that's what I call it. A death glare. Anyway, Snape then told us what we were supposed to do as punishment. "You will clean and stack the cauldrons in height and material order, and the shelves are kindly labelled. And you will do this without magic."
It was hilarious to watch Malfoy put his wand away with a disgusted look on his face. In the end, Snape made us give him our wands so that we didn't 'cheat'. "If there is a single spot of dust, dirt or filth on these cauldrons," he said, "you will both have another detention. Begin," he said, and he presented us with a packet of cleaning wipes before leaving the dungeons.
Malfoy clearly hadn't seen these before. I was so going to get another detention because of him. I got cracking, and Malfoy watched me in amazement, as if it was N.E.W.T standard magic. You can take me put of the Muggle World, but you can't take the Muggle World out of me, as I say. "Hurry up, Malfoy. I don't want another detention."
I shivered at the thought of spending another evening doing something for punishment with Malfoy. "Scared of a little detention, are we, Potter?" Said Malfoy, grinning.
"You wish," I growled.
I was on to my 5th cauldron, and Malfoy hadn't even started. "Get cracking."
He stared confused at the packet, and I sighed and opened it for him. "Oh..." He said.
He started cleaning, and doing a terrible job, whilst saying continuously, "Wait 'til my father hears about this..."
My cauldron was shining a bright copper colour, and I put it down contently. I actually didn't mind the cleaning. The task was fine, but Malfoy eternally staring at me was infuriating. After about 20 minutes, I had had enough of his sass. "What are you staring at, Malfoy?"
"You." (Seriously, that little bugger has some cheek in him.)
"Why?"
"Because you're hot."
I slapped him round the face. "Stop it, and get cleaning. I only have 20 left out of my 50 cauldrons, and you haven't even finished the first one."
He sighed and got back his cleaning. Well, I wouldn't actually call it cleaning, more like scrubbing one spot half-heartedly whilst thinking about something else. I cleaned and cleaned, and 20 minutes later I had pile of gleaming cauldrons in front of me, which I was rather proud of. I looked at Malfoy's pile, which was rather short, and still rather filthy. I picked one up and inspected it. "Wow, you're really not good at this, are you?" I said.
"I've never done this before! This is servant work!"
I stared at him in disbelief. "Servants? You have servants? Merlin, you must be really rich."
"I am." He said.
Merlin's great big frilly granny pants, how is it possible for someone to be so snobby and insufferable?
"Right, you aren't doing that properly, so I am going to do it for you. Actually, no," I said, as he was about to sit down on the table, "I will do these 5, and show you how it's done. Then you can do the rest, and I will start stacking them."
I started scrubbing with all my might, shining those cauldrons until they were reflecting the light so much that they were as dazzling as a (clean) golden statue of a shiny cauldron. Very imaginative, that was. "Wow, you're, like, an expert," said Malfoy.
"Well, once you've been doing it every day for the past eleven years of your life, I suppose you know how to do it. For Merlin's sake, Malfoy, CLEAN!"
I started organising the cauldrons in material and size order. I looked at a peculiar silvery-purple one, and read the bottom of it. "They have self-stirring cauldrons? Epic!"
Epic is my favourite word. You can describe anything with it, it's just that epic. I looked to see what Malfoy was doing, and he had made astounding progress. I checked that he hadn't cheated or anything, and I was pretty impressed. "Checking me out, Potter? I suppose I am very impressive."
"I was impressed to see that you had finally overcome the fact that you were doing 'servants' work. That's it, and I certainly was not checking you out. Come on, lets get stacking, I want to go back to the common room and see- never mind."
Malfoy wiggled his eyebrows. "Ooh, do you fancy someone, Potter? I hope it's not Weaselbee, he couldn't afford even one of your fingernails. Whereas, I, on the other hand-"
"I don't care how rich or poor people are, Malfoy," I snapped, turning red. "Nothing matters as long as people are nice. His name is Ron, and I don't fancy anyone."
Malfoy sighed. "If you say so, Potter."
I started thinking. Me and Harry are basically the only people who arent his family who call him Ron. Most people call him Weasley, except for Malfoy, who calls him that stupid name 'Weaselbee.' And, bloody hell, Hermione even calls him Ronald, for goodness sakes. For a few minutes, we managed to stack the cauldrons without bickering for once, but then Malfoy had to ruin it, didn't he? "So, you say you don't fancy anyone-"
"Oh Fizzing Whizzbees, here we go again..."
"-I suppose we could change that, couldn't we?" He said mischievously.
"I do not fancy anyone, least of all you," I snapped.
"I'm not sure about that."
"Nobody! No one! One things for sure, this Potter belongs to no one but herself. Come on, we're almost done."
As we sorted the last cauldron into a pile, we sat, satisfied, on a desk. Malfoy put an arm round my shoulder and I shook it off. Who would want his arm round their shoulder anyway? "Lets go and get our wands."
After that I relaxed a bit, because detention was pretty much over. We walked down the corridor to Snape's office to get our wands. Snape gave us our wands reluctantly, but said, "If I find a single spot of dust on them, you shall have immediate detention. Both of you. Now, back to your common rooms."
We walked along the corridor together in awkward silence, and then, Malfoy broke it. "So, you got the audition, I hear?"
"Yeah, so?"
"SO that makes you officially the best singer, Gryffindor Beater and the hottest girl in the school."
Merlin, I could have exploded with anger. "Do NOT say that!"
And then, guess what he did? Have you guessed? No? Well, he kissed me! Not just a normal peck, a full-bloody-frontal snog. He slammed me against the wall and wouldn't let me go. It turns out that the spineless creep has some strength, which is very unfortunate. He was literally eating my face off, by the looks of it. When he finally stepped away from me, we were so out of breath that we were panting. "What the bloody hell was that for?" I cried.
"For being hot. The sexiest girl in the school needs a boyfriend, I think."
"Why would you be my boyfriend?! I absolutely HATE you! You are such an insufferable, arrogant, idiotic, slimy toad! Stay away from me!"
I stormed away back to the common room. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were waiting there for me and I plonked myself down next to them. "It was absolute hell. No, infact it was probably worse."
Ron nodded. "I could imagine."
"It wasn't just detention that was unbearable, but what he did afterwards just makes me want to kill him."
"What did he do?!" Said Hermione.
"He-" I couldn't get it out. It was like there was a brick in my throat. "He- he tried to kiss me."
"WHAT!?" They all roared.
I was half-sobbing. "It was horrible! If he ever comes near me again, I will kill him."
"That little creep," said Hermione.
"I will be happy to curse him into the next century Nessie," said Ron.
"So will I, as well as dance on his grave," declared Harry.
I'm really lucky to have such great friends as them. I could swear that I was literally glowing with happiness that I have friends that are so amazing, and the best twin brother in the world. I'd also be happy to curse him into the next century, and beyond. "Thanks guys. Does anyone want to play exploding snap?"
They nodded, and we had a tournament which Hermione won until about 11 o'clock, and then we went to bed. And here I am writing this down. Well, that's about it. Oh yes, and it's Quidditch tomorrow. Yay! And absolutely no lessons with the Slytherins. Get in...

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