From the Desk of Draco Malfoy

Chapter 13

Tuesday November 24th

I fucking hate school. The twit that they hired to teach defense really thinks we need to face a boggart. We've been there, done that, time to move on. I don't think they know what they're getting themselves into, putting a boggart in front of us. I can't say for certain but I guarantee The Dark Lord makes an appearance or two. I opted out, at this point I don't know what would even show up so I'm not even risking it. I can't have a breakdown in class. It's not even pride, it's legitimately that I know I can not face whatever that boggart will show me. I'll come back here and off myself early if I do, I already know it, and there's things I need to do before that happens.

Wednesday November 25th

Yesterday was the most confusing day of my life. Granger coming over to assert her fucking dominance over Astoria, the fucking boggart, the fire, the fact that I'm still here, breathing and.. I want to say happy but we will wait and see how today goes.

The fucking boggart was worse than I thought. Granger got pushed forward quickly and I thought I was going to throw up. She froze, I didn't think it was possible for Granger to freeze up like that but Bella pointed her wand at her and cast the killing curse and Granger didn't fucking move. Look, I know the curse couldn't actually hurt her but.. it still makes my heart race at the idea of seeing that green light engulf her. I couldn't just sit there again and leave her to face Bellatrix.

I panicked after seeing my father and The Dark Lord, I had to get the fuck out of there. The second I got to the lake I started drinking, trying to drown it all out. Theo had to fucking rip the flask from my hand. He actually looked nervous when I pulled my wand but I just blew a tree apart. By the time Granger showed up the whiskey was starting to settle and things seemed funny again.

She smiled at me again. She would have let me kiss her, if her friends hadn't shown up, and fucking Astoria. I don't care what Granger thought about what I did, that bitch needed to be put in her place. Threatening to tell my mother, please. I told my mother a month ago that we've become friendly with the Gryffindor's. Hopefully I scared her enough that she won't be selling anymore stories.

I really do need to stop drinking, though. I can't fucking control my mouth. The look on Granger's face, though, was worth it. I thought she would shy away when I started flirting with her, but she held my gaze. It has to mean something.