Bad boy gone soft💚🐍 (Draco Malfoy X Y/N)

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Ophelia Littlewood

5th June 1996

Happy fucking birthday to me. That's right, it's my birthday today, no one bothered to wish me a happy birthday, I'm 16 today, did you know? Mother and Father told me to write in you otherwise I'll be removed from Hogwarts. I'd like to see you fucking try mother. I know your gonna read this. I hate everything about me. I hate the fact that you think your fucking polly-perfect when your just despicable, the famous Queenie Littlewood, known deatheater and ministry worker. How the fuck do you think I feel? I've been isolated for the past 5 fucking years. I've lived a life of misery, and all you seem to fucking care about is when I'm next coming home, which I regret to inform you, isn't until the summer, I'm sure you and father are dancing around the manor, "our darling daughter isn't coming home for another 3 months" I fucking despise this house and everyone in it.

I'm a fucking outcast. I would revel in the day that I'm fucking accepted. Which is clearly a figment of my imagination. Sure I have my 'friends' Pansy fucking puginson, Daphne two-faced Greengrass, Theodore can't-tie-a-fucking Nott, Draco daddy-issues Malfoy, those pale grey eyes taunt me all the fucking time. You know they only tolerate me because of the power I hold in this fucking pathetic school? The only thing I have power over in my life.

I'm the most feared girl in this school. And for what? My last name? It's pathetic. I'm nothing like you and father and I never will be.

I fucking hate this, I want to burn this fucking diary and laugh when I see it burning slowly, I hate it and I hate you. I can't wait for the letters to tell me what a disappointment I am. I fucking love you mother, father.

Never to be writing again,
Ophelia Littlewood.
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Ophelia slammed the cover of her emerald green diary on the common room table. Removing the book out of the sight of her followers, she heard the common room portrait open and felt a presence beside her.

"What are you writing Littlewood?" That cold voice she despises with her whole being.

"None of your fucking business, daddy issues." She scoffed.

So there it is! What did you think? Should I continue writing it? Let me know!

I love you!

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