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

Dear Diary... Winter Break

"There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment." -Hunter S. Thompson

Dear Diary,

I am now writing in you from my room back at our Mansion. I really dislike coming home for Winter Break to be honest but at least by the time Damian and I return to Hogwarts my little transfiguration situation will be forgotten. It's been really hard for me walking in the Hogwarts hallways after that day. Even though people weren't looking at me sometimes, a part of me still felt like everyone's eyes were on me, gossiping about what happened. I really hate my social anxiety. And having to see Draco's stupid face for Astronomy didn't really help my situation...

-Flashback-

I was walking in the halls of Hogwarts with Miranda and Jason on either side of me, holding my books close to my face to hide it from the rest of the students, something very stupid considering that my hair was blue.

"-and I was like, what are you talking about? Who doesn't love The Weird Sisters?! I mean, it's The Weird flipping Sisters! And then he just went on and on hating on the band, which is respectful, I mean, everyone has their own opinion or whatever, but then he disrespected all of those who liked their music calling them stupid for listening to it and it was then that he started getting on my nerves and long story short, in the end I punched him in the face. Got in trouble for it later, but it was so worth it." Miranda smirked as she finally finished a story she has been telling us for the past minutes. It was a good destruction from my paranoid thoughts of people gossiping about me.

"I cannot believe you just used the phrase 'long story short'." Jason smirked as he rolled his eyes.

The two went on talking, mostly Miranda, as I quietly returned back to my own thoughts. Trying not to think about all the students we were passing by who were most likely present in the Great Hall when I accidentally turned into a blue chameleon, I found myself staring at Miranda, thinking of what Draco dared mock her about that day at the Great Hall.

When I had calmed a bit down I had confronted Jason about it to learn more. Turns out that her parents had in deed died in the first wizarding war, fighting against Voldemort. Her mother was a Muggleborn, which makes Miranda a Halfblood (for some stupid reason. I mean, if both parents are wizards shouldn't it be a Pureblood, no matter if the one parent is a Muggleborn? Whatever though). Miranda lives alone with her Grandmother ever since her Grandfather passed away. Now every time I looked at her smiling and joking around, always positive and happy, I felt really selfish for always complaining about my family. Even though they could get on my nerves, I still had a whole family that loved me and cared for me. I felt so horrible for being so selfish all this time. I tried, I really did, but every time I look at Miranda she always has a smile on. Even if something does bother her we could never know because she wouldn't want to worry us with her problems. But she should. I want to know how she really feels, to be able to be there for her. In the end, people don't just say that 'people who tend to smile a lot are usually the ones in the most pain' for nothing. I just don't know how to walk up to her and talk to her about it.

"Esme? Esme!" Jason's voice snapped me out of my little reverie.
I blinked as I turned to look at him. Both him and Miranda were looking at me with raised brows. "I'm sorry. What did you want me?" I said sheepishly.

"We turn here. The Astronomy Tower is this way." Jason told me.

"Right, we wouldn't want to be late for class." I said. I then turned to look at Miranda. "What do you have right now?" I asked her then. Normally, I wouldn't ask that because let's be honest, who cares? But I told myself to start taking more interest in Miranda, same goes for Jason.