Drarry Oneshots 👍

Writing about Him

Dear Diary,

When mother brought this book home, I really didn't want to write in it. I mean, Diaries are for girls, right? That's what father had said when he found out about it, but (for once) mother insisted that I keep it, for 'educational purposes.' When she's not scared, she can be ever so funny. So, here I am, awake at the middle of the night, writing about whatever comes to my head. This could be a good thing, you know. I have a lot of things to get off my mind.

Like Harry Potter, for instance. Pansy says I'm obsessed with him, but that simply is not true. He was incredibly rude today (the first time we've ever met!) and embarrassed me in front of hordes of people. It really isn't fair. I mean, I tried to be nice, lend a helping hand, show Potter the ways of the world, but he didn't want my help. All because I might've insulted his wretched little boyfriend. After he had left, I made it my primary goal to tear him down. Make Potter's life a misery.

At first, it went well. I messed with his dorky Gryffindor friends, called him names, and other things. But then...well, I think I might've gone too far. I made fun of his dead parents. I didn't mean for it go that far, I promise! He was just stood there, all smug and hero like, and I wasn't thinking. Oh Merlin, I think my handwriting's gone all wonky now. The words are sloping off of the pages, though I think that might just be because my flashlight's fading out a little bit.

Well, being a student at Hogwarts should be fun. I wrote to father about my house placing, and he's quite proud. Slytherin, how suited for a Malfoy. I'm sure no one was surprised - especially not me. I think that's all the important stuff done now - people might see my flashlight, and I wouldn't want them knowing about this diary. It's top secret, and mother says I'm ever so grown up for having it, and, now I'm almost twelve years old, I'd like to think I'm capable of keeping it.

Dear Diary,

This will be my second year at Hogwarts, and I'm quite excited. I hope nothing will change. Well, maybe some things will have to change. Like the way Pansy refuses to leave my side, always trying to make a move, and never thinking about how I feel. But she's my only real friend, so I guess I'm sticking to her. She can be quite lovely when she wants to be. Another thing that will have to change, is the security on this blasted book. So I've decided to buy a lock (I couldn't figure out a spell, not outside of school) and attach it to my diary.

Putting all that aside, something quite interesting happened yesterday. While I was at Flourish and Blotts with father, I spotted Potter with Gilderoy Lockhart. Fancy that! The whole thing looked like a freak show for celebrities, and I just couldn't help stepping in to taunt Potter again, take his attention away from the gushing crowd. I know he must've loved all the publicity he got, so I said as much, and the Weaslette started defending him, running her nasty little mouth into my business.

How sweet. Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter. The picture perfect couple, and, as that horrid redhead stood by his side, I accused them of dating. I hadn't meant it, of course, but I think Weasley might've taken in seriously, because her face went almost as red as her hair. It was disgusting, and there was a short moment where I felt angry, maybe even jealous. But who was I jealous of? Neither of them, that was what I sincerely hoped, but, staring at Potter, I knew that wasn't true.

Then the Weasel spoke up, breaking me out the my train of thought. He had said something along the lines of a hostile greeting, and I quickly shot back at him, to which he - you'll never believe this - tried fighting me. Father stepped in at that moment though, interrupting the entire thing. I could've almost felt grateful, but then Mr Weasley attacked him, and I got bored. It was quite funny though, seeing him tussle with a blood traitor, and I remember smiling throughout the entire thing.