Dear Diary... I feel (A Draco Malfoy fanfiction)

Dear Diary... the disappearing act

"Emotions make us human. Denying them makes us beasts." -Victoria Klein

Dear Diary,

as a metamoprhmagus I started learning how to control my abilities since the age of 10 so that when I became 11 and went to Hogwarts I would be in total control. And I thought I was, but what I hadn't realize then, is that when we hit puberty is when the real storm of emotions strikes. We can all, of course, thank the wonderful and oh-so-lovable hormones for that (note to my sarcasm). To get to the point, I have been starting to loose control again since my abilities are connected to my emotions. As a child, it had been easy because everything I felt was simple, but now I'm discovering and experiencing new feelings in new ways. I didn't thought of it as a big problem at first, since the only prize that came with it was my brother teasing me about my pink hair (and maybe the whole 'family letters' fiasco too), but today it got worse...

-Flashback-

I was walking with Jason down one of the many halls of Hogwarts with destination the Study of Ancient Runes classroom as we had both chose it this year and had the class together. Right now Miranda had Divination, which is the only subject along with Muggle Studies that I hadn't chose this year. However what I did chose is Arithmancy, Study of Ancient Runes and Care of Magical Creatures. Turns out Jason had chose the same subjects as me.

As we sat in our seats next to each other and waited for the Professor to arrive, an annoying platinum haired brat sat in front of me, although that was not his seat. I believe Hermione Granger sat there.

He gave me his Malfoy smirk as I glared at him. His smirk wasn't playful and irritating as usual. No. It held something else. Anger. Over me? Good, I'm still mad at him too over last night.

"Hello Esme. You seam tired. Stayed up all night drawing in your notebook?" he questioned with a raised brow.

Great, that means he does not believe it is just for drawings. One more thing to worry about.

"What do you want Malfoy?" I snapped at him. Glancing at Jason I saw him raise a brow at the two of us.

"Malfoy? You're still mad at me? Over nothing? You can't possibly be angry with me." he lost his smirk and glared.

"And why is that? Because you are the 'great and mighty' Draco Malfoy? I'll be angry with your stupidity for as long as I feel like it." I glared harder at him. Before he could say anything I spoke again. "And the fact that you don't acknowledge the importance of the reason I'm mad at you angers me even more. Miranda is my friend, Draco. The first friend I made in all my three years of Hogwarts. The only reason I see as to why you would dislike Gryffindor House is because of your silly rival with Harry Potter, and that is not an excuse to make fun of every single Gryffindor there is. Your actions are childish and foolish and not until you eat your pride and apologize will I stop being mad at you." I said. By now all of the students who were there were looking at us.

"You can't possibly be serious." glared Draco.

"As serious as I'll ever be." I said back. I then smirked. "And have in mind that you owe me trice. If I were you I wouldn't be wanting me angry." I said.

"Are you threatening me?" he glared harder. I could see the fire in his eyes as I increased his anger. It only made me smirk wider.

"Just stating facts." I replied.

"You're something else, Esmeralda Carter. You don't know what you're walking yourself into. Trust me, you do not want me as an enemy." Draco warned me.

"Bring it on." was my response. Before he could say anything else the Professor walked in with Hermione Granger and so with a last glare in my direction he went to his seat.