lizlovesweasley
My name is Aquila Ramona Malfoy. I'm a Slytherin. I'm brilliant. I'm controlled. And I absolutely have my life together.
That's a lie.
I don't sleep. I overthink. I charm bruises away and pretend they don't ache later. I write everything down because if I don't, it stays in my head and gnaws. Hogwarts is easier in daylight. Night is when everything I'm avoiding finds me.
Especially George Weasley. He keeps appearing when I am already unraveling - in the library, in wardrobes, in corridors when I am cold and shaking and pretending I'm fine. He laughs like nothing hurts, stands too close, and looks at me like he sees what I'm trying to hide.
And then there's Tom Riddle Jr. Tom makes sense in ways George never will. He is composed, dangerous, and familiar. He understands power, ambition, and the parts of me I was raised to sharpen instead of soften. A kiss from him should have meant something simple. Instead, it leaves me questioning everything I thought I wanted.
There are parties. There are lines crossed. There are boys who feel inevitable and boys who feel like a mistake I can't stop replaying. One of them challenges who I am. The other challenges who I'm allowed to be.
This is my diary.
About control slipping through my fingers.
About wanting things you were never taught how to want.
About the difference between being chosen... and being seen.
I should stop writing now.
Someone is going to find me like this.