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Saturday, June 21st, 2003
1:59 am
I haven't written anything for weeks. I know, I know, naughty Pansy *giggle* but I have been at a loss for words.

I didn't get picked for the Quidditch team.

I've been skipping classes and crying a lot. I know that makes me sound pathetic and awful, but I really am a good flier and you'd have thought that moron Hooch would have noticed. A bunch of unknowns will be up there with Draco- my Draco, while he's got to contend with the idiocy of people like Potter on the Gryffindor team.

And when I started cheering up over that crisis, you'd never believe what happened... Draco tells the Common Room that Colin Creepy fucked Harry Potter. There was an almost furious look on his face when he said it, it was as though it pissed him off (and the fact that I can't get laid yet an incompetant twerp like Potter can upsets me, too...) more than anything else has, but he was trying to keep a lid on it. Most of us laughed, and that seemed to infuriate him even more. He stormed off and went to the boys' dormitory after that.

I would have never in a million years picked Harry Potter as being that way inclined. He was sleeping with Granger for Merlin's sake... I would have assumed he was as ordinary as, well, something really ordinary. It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?

I wonder if Creepy took photos.

current mood: contemplative

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Thursday, April 24th, 2003
12:38 am - Sunday morning... coming down
Everyone's talking about Ginny sticking a banana down her throat on Sunday morning. So what?
Like I was paying attention to that, anyway. No... I was absolutely engrossed in Draco's display of his skills.Collapse )

Easter Sunday gave me a new resolve, a new something to strive for: I am going to get Draco Malfoy whether he likes it or not.

current mood: determined

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Thursday, April 3rd, 2003
8:05 am
Is it just me, or does that little red-haired twit, the girl Weasel, seem to be hanging around Draco a lot lately?

Even Millicent pointed it out the other day. She'd been walking past the Hospital Wing and apparently she saw her in there with Draco. Like... What the hell was she doing in there? With him!?!?!

And then, I saw her with this stupid giddy fangirl look on her face at breakfast, gazing out at Draco like some kind of groupie... He must not have gotten much sleep the previous night (maybe he was awake thinking about me!) and he was staring out into space, too. If he'd have been more awake, he'd have noticed her and been completely repulsed. But then again, maybe that wouldn't have been for the best, either- I don't want him going back to the Hospital Wing. There are no other cute boys to look at when Draco's not around...

This must be the biggest insult to ever have graced me. I mean, she is a year younger than us. Shouldn't she be all over that Creepey's brother or something? And wasn't she sleeping with girls?!!?

What is going on? Draco's is a boy, and he is mine. Even if he doesn't know it yet. We sooooo belong together, and imagining him with a Weasel is the most nauseating thing ever. I'll wind up in the Hospital Wing if I think about it too much- that is just toooooo gross.

Of course, Millicent might be saying this just to scare me away. If she showed any interest in someone besides Greg or that stupid Gryffindork, Bongbottom- she keeps talking about him- I know she's got a thing for him... (and I hate to say it, but yes, she's too good for him) - namely Draco, I'd probably tell her something along those lines to shatter her illusions and get her to piss off.

I am not losing out to someone as repulsive as her. Or worse yet, a Weasel. That is so insulting I'm tempted to think about killing myself. But wouldn't that mean I'd be stuck with that creepy girl ghost who hangs around the bathrooms for company? No thanks.

A Weasel. I feel sick writing it.

Draco has more taste than that... doesn't he?

current mood: sick

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Saturday, March 22nd, 2003
9:36 pm - Look! I got a new diary!
Well, it's become apparent that Draco keeps a diary. I saw him writing in it when he was in the Hospital Wing. He snuck it under the covers and said "Hello, Parkinson" when I came in to visit. So, his gorgeousness keeps a diary.

I wrote to Mother immediately and said that if there was one thing I needed, it was a diary. Maybe having one will give us something to talk about. *sigh* Give us something in common.

Now I'm not quite sure what to write in it. I mean, part of me still thinks what's the point, I mean, if no one sees it, why bother writing in it?

Let's see.

Millicent Bulstrode is a loser. The whole school can see that she's just tagging along with me because she wants to be cool. Honestly- you'd think that she would have realised that she just doesn't have it and that she should give up and preserve some of her dignity. I tolerate her presence because if I didn't, she'd be a total loner, and having a total loner in our house, like that pathetic Bongbottom in Gryffindor- would make Slytherin look bad. We have standards.

I missed the commotion with those Giant Cats the other day... but I saw what happened to Draco because of them. I hope Dumbledore gets his arse kicked for this. Imagine if they'd attacked me! Draco mightn't mind being all mauled and bleeding and scarred and stuff, but if I needed a single moment of cosmetic healing spells because of injuries from those things, I would so get Daddy to bring this up at the Ministry and make sure something happened to Dumbledore. It's disgraceful.

Not to mention, the Quidditch Pitch is a mess. Now when am I going to get to watch Draco play Quidditch next? Wahh.

current mood: annoyed

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