Dear me,
POTTER HAS A FUCKING FIREBOLT, I JUST CAN'T.
I'll admit it: it, sadly, would've been much, much more possible for me to win while in the rainy conditions, than against Potter and his stupid Firebolt.
It's built for professional Quidditch players, and here Potter is riding it like his old Nimbus!
Apparently, nobody knows who got it for him. Now, due to my... necessary snooping, he had received it as a Christmas present, then McGonagall had to strip it down to check for jinxes before he got to ride it.
First of all... IS THAT BLOODY WOMAN CRAZY? WHY WOULD YOU STRIP DOWN SUCH A PRETTY BROOM?! THAT'S THE FASTEST BROOM IN THE BLOODY WORLD, IS SHE CRAZY?!
And, second of all, who did get that broom for Potter? Surely the Muggles didn't — I've heard he hates them and vice versa. And an orphan like him? He couldn't have bought it himself, he'd be in heavy debt or broke.
Anyways, Gryffindor is versing Ravenclaw next, so for now, I've nothing to worry about. But if Gryffindor beats Ravenclaw... then goodbye to the Quidditch Cup.
Honorably,
Draco Malfoy
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Fanfictiona diary on the process of falling in love with Harry Potter by Draco Malfoy feat! unrequited love, pathetic pining, sad ending