Observations // DRARRY

Chapter One

DRACO

Diary Entry 45
29th October 1992
Has he noticed me staring? I don't think so. No one has. Well, that's not entirely true. People do notice, I just say I'm planning to humiliate him. I wouldn't even dream of it. Humiliate the man I'm in love with? No thanks. But then again, James Potter did humiliate my godfather in their Hogwarts days. And then finally got the guts to kiss him.

And now look at my godfather, brooding away silently. I remember when Sev told me that Lily was just the surrogate mother because she was his best friend. James was only in Godrics Hollow that night to pick up his son from her house. Sev was distraught father tells me, distraught when his husband was killed, his best friend killed and mistakenly claimed to be married to James. He was distraught when his son vanished from within his grasp. And now here his son sits, not two tables from me. Harry James Potter. The man I am infatuated with.

Has he noticed? I think not. No one does. What a shame. I wish to love him openly. I'm not his enemy. His enemy is the one conducting this foul establishment. If only he knew. He has been blinded.

I wish it were I who he had met first. It was me who he met first. I was just to blinded trying to impress him to notice who he was. Oh if only.

Closed ~ D.L.M

I shut my diary and put it in my desk. Why must life hate me? Down here in the cold and damp Slytherin dungeons is where I seek solitude. The eerie reflection on the roof of the rippling lake, the cold from being down in the deep dark, the ever present damp feeling that can't be shaken.

Some think the Slytherin dormitories will be rich and luxurious. They're anything but. I would bet on a quarter of the money in my personal vault that our dormitory is exactly the same as all the others. Just with a different location, different colour scheme, more fire places and more secluded areas for privacy.

Honestly, I wonder who started the whole myth that everyone in Slytherin were rich, stuck up and believe themselves as higher people because of 'blood purity'. The majority of people in Slytherin are Half-Blooded for Satan's sake! If anyone was a strong believer in 'blood purity' it would be those like Ernie Macmillan.

"Draco! It is nearly time for lunch so get your gay ass out hear and stop moping about Harry Potter and how he doesn't love you!" I hear Pansy call from outside the door. She is very lucky that no one was in my dorm room or she would have had hell to pay.

"Coming Pansy dearest. And could you not be so loud mouthed about those I fancy?" "Oh Drake honey, it is disgustingly obvious with the sickening heart eyes that you look at him with. Maybe you should be the next Heart Eyes Howell."
There she goes again with those muggle references. Something about two "YouTubers" (?) named Daniel Howell and Philip Lester. Personally I have no clue who they are. And Hogwarts is cut off from everything in the muggle world.

"You ready for us to join our comrades at lunch Pan?" "That I am Drake." "Then let us go forth on our adventure to find lunch." "Yes. Let's."
With that we exit the Slytherin chambers and make our way to the Great Hall.