Dear diary. I mean journal! (A drarry fic)

Its not a diary!

Dear diary, or actually journal. Diaries are for losers.

Anyway.

Dear journal my parents are making me write in this because they are prats. I'm aware you're reading this father and mother.

I suppose I might as well do as I'm told though I'll have to hide decoys so people don't find the real one. What a pain.

Today Pansy and Blaise fought. Not an argument kind of fight they just kinda roughhoused on my bed. Which was a dick move by the way because I had just made my bed honestly the nerve of those two.

I saw Harry again today. Prat. I have a feeling he's trying to make it seem like I'm plotting something against him. I know I shouldn't but sometimes I pretend I am. It's funny to me. Sometimes I'll watch him for a little longer than usual and I'll watch him go crazy and whisper to his friends. It's hilarious.

Anyway, that's all I got see ya later inanimate object I will be projecting on about my terrible teens.

Draco Malfoy

Draco threw the stupid book his parents had given him on the floor and worked on his homework.

He was upset.

He was upset because there was no way in hell he would willingly write in a damn journal about his bloody feelings.

He looked down at the book it had a nice black leather cover with Draco Malfoy engraved on it in gold. Draco sighed and bit his lip softly. He leaned down and picked up the book tearing out the page and folding it into an envelope and giving it to his owl so his mother could read it later. He then picked up his quill and dipped it in the green ink and hovered it over the empty page

Dear journal,

It's me Draco. I feel confused. And scared. I don't want to act the way I do anymore. I don't want to call people mud-bloods. I don't want to pretend I think I'm better than everyone because I know I'm not. I know I don't deserve anything I've been given in life. Maybe that's why I act the way I do.

I don't know if there's a specific reason Harry Potter is on my mind a lot lately. I suppose it's because our new professor placed us together in potions. This must be hatred. Before it was just utter annoyance. That twat is always fooling around and messing up my potion. I'm gonna crack him over the head with a branch one day. Though I've realized that he isn't as self-centered as I once thought. Don't get me wrong Potter is incredibly weird and loves to talk about himself but he's a lot more sympathetic to the Slytherins and I thought I appreciate it. After all, it feels good to have someone defend you after having to revive a dark mark, and kids around you hate you for it.

That's something I regret. Being submissive to you know who. I mean. Voldemort.

It's hard to say his name. I think Harry has been my type of hero recently. Which sucks. But he did defend me at my meeting with the ministry I didn't have to go to Azkaban. I use mother's makeup to cover my mark or I try to at least it just kinda burns off. I guess it's a side effect love good said she could tattoo around it to make it look a little less intimidating.

Anyway I know I said I wouldn't write my feelings here and I hate to admit I was wrong. But hey whatever anyway.

See you later thing I'll write in

Draco Malfoy

Draco shut the book and enchanted it to keep anyone from opening it except him. He sighed cringing at what he had written in the book. He placed it under his mattress. And straightened his robes and flattened his hair. His eyes were sunken into his face and he scratched at his arm where the dark mark felt as if it was burning his arm

"Yo dray let's go!" Pansy yelled from the other side of the door of his dorm. Draco swallowed and placed a smile on his face. He didn't want to bother his friends.

"Okay, I'm coming!" Draco yelled back he closed his eyes for a second before making his way to his door and opening it to find the dark-haired girl standing there with a parchment in her hands

"Parkinson, what do you have there?" Draco said suspiciously as Pansy took a swig of what Draco could only assume was muggle coffee

"Starbucks Hermione brought it over," she said Draco rolled his eyes and pointed at the paper she was holding

"That. What is that" Pansy smiled and scrunched her nose up at Draco

"Oh you know just a little something," Pansy said and Draco felt very unsafe

"Doll I will fight you. What's up with the newspaper" Pansy laughed and handed it to Draco who's eyes got large like saucers

Harry Potter is love with a death eater!?

"What!?" Draco yelled and then looked at you Pansy who smiled and then urged Draco to keep reading

Harry Potter, the boy who lived was set to have an interview for the daily prophet. During this interview, we got spicy answers to a certain question

'Are you dating anyone?"

'I'm afraid not. They're going through a tough time also I'm sure they hate me'

'How could they hate you!?'

'Well let's just say we've never been the best of friends'

'Can you reveal something about this mysterious lady?'

'He's a death eater'

-And that's how it happened diary I mean journal. That's the start of when I started falling in love with Harry Potter. For real this time. It was so weird to be called out like that I felt so scared that everyone was going to hate me. And rightfully so.

Harry made it worse. I don't mean that to hurt his feelings. What he did for me was a noble thing.

But

Well, I haven't told Pansy how I got all those cuts on my body yet. Those students will get what's coming to them. Just not yet

Love, Draco