The Hogwarts Diaries

Natalie's Diary

Natalie Rosalynn,

Another year at Hogwarts, I hope you're behaving yourself. Daddy says Draco's been keeping an eye on you and I'm shuddering at the thought. Of course he'd employ a spy to keep you out of trouble. (Don't tell him I told you!)

I miss you so much, baby, but you'll be home for holidays soon. Nathan and Mason miss you too. They've been moaning and groaning about not having anyone to tease. When you come home you be sure to give them hell. AJ's sitting on my lap trying to steal my attention from you, love. His butt is too big to ignore.

We send our love. Good luck with the rest of the term. Remember, stay smarter than the Gryffindors.

​xoxo,

​Mum

PS. Write some things down in your journal this year! You'll want to remember when you're mum and daddy's age. We wish we had more than just our memories. Of course...your father never remembers anything at all, he's so bad. We love you baby girl.

"Draco!" I exclaim, finishing my letter with a smile on my face. He looks up from his Potions essay, clearly annoyed that I interrupted his train of thought. I smirk to myself and Blaise pretends he's not listening to the conversation.

"Daddy says you're to keep me out of trouble?" I ask, feigning innocence. His usual cool expression freezes for just a fraction of a second, and then it's back. He can't hide anything from me because I am the only one who can detect those little pauses. That's all the time I need to know it's true.

"Aha!" I yell, lifting myself from the couch quickly to reach out and punch him in the arm.

"You little..." he trails off, launching himself at me, pushing us onto the couch. He pushes my face into the green cushions and I'm trying to fight him off while laughing.

I manage to twist myself from underneath him so that I'm looking into his startlingly grey eyes.

"No," he says with finality.

"Liar," I hiss, grabbing his cheek and pushing him off of me and the couch. I cross my arms and give him a look that's meant to level him. He smirks. That smirk will be the death of me.

I stomp out of the common room and up the stairs to my bunk. It's those eyes and those lips that really get me. When things get too intense, I have to leave. I can't let him know his oldest friend wants nothing more than to be more than friends.

Sitting on my silver blanket I start my own Potions essay, struggling to concentrate. I've always been good at my school work. In fact, I'm third in Hogwarts for all of my scores. That Mudblood Hermione's first, but Draco's second. I've made it my personal goal this year to finally upstage them both.

Hermione's only famous because of that filth Potter. She's nothing without him. She'd be just another Mudblood. But I am something special. I'm a pureblood. I'm smarter than her, I'm one hundred times prettier than her, and I'm much more driven than her.

Kayla laughs when someone mentions Hermione: wherever I am when I hear her name, my face twitches. Kayla says it's cute, but I've seen it in the mirror and she's very wrong. Kayla's just lying like she always does.

I turn my attention back to my essay, aware that even if I write terribly, Severus will still give me a respectable mark. He's practically my uncle. Not a moment later than me thinking about her, Kayla enters our dorm, slamming the door behind her.

"Those filthy Mudbloods!" She exclaims. I smile because we share the same values. She breathes deeply, her little nostrils flaring and her emerald eyes gleaming.