De-flowering in general (with Pansy in particular)

Dear Diary,

I was taking a shower when a thought snuck up on me and -

Diary,

I don't know whether this is wise, but-

Whatever you are,

I frankly don't care if-

Oh fuck it.

23rd November, 1994

I'm not going to write a bloody diary like some silly girl. This is a journal. To record events. Well, specifically girl-related events.

I asked Parkinson to the Yule Ball today. Of course, the unnecessary shrieking and jumping (all on her part, I swear to Merlin) was unavoidable, considering it's Pansy. I would personally like to take more than one girl to the Ball, but since stuff like that isn't morally ethical and acceptable, I'll make do with one.

Plus, don't think I'm going to pour out my heart's desires and secrets into you. I have decided to maintain a memorandum of sorts of my romantic conquests. I say conquests, because a Malfoy is nothing less than a king. And girls are nothing more than territories. No offense.

More later

Draco Malfoy.

25th December, 1994.

It was the Yule Ball today. More like yesterday, since by my shiny (and incredibly expensive) watch, it's almost 3 a.m. Pansy, as usual, didn't leave my side the whole time. She was like an extra arm, attached to my body like a magnet. It helped that her dress had a low neckline, however. Enabled me to catch a view of her ample cleavage many times during the night.

One surprising turn of events was that the bitch from Beauxbatons, Delacour, wasn't the centre of attention at the ball. It was Granger. Whatever. She's a bitch too . A mud-bitch. But Merlin damn me if she wasn't looking absolutely delicious in those periwinkle -

Forget about the bitches. Another great turn of events was that Pansy let me cop a feel. Positively divine and the best part of the night. God. I'm acting like a virgin (which I am).

I'm exhausted now. Putting up with Hufflepuffs all night has drained me. They're absolute idiots, thinking I'll tell them where the punch is.

Night. No, morning. Whatever.

Note - Don't think of Granger that way. Ever.

19th Feb, 1995

Pansy wants to get exclusive, or something. I'm not sure I'm ready, though. Whatever. If that's what it takes for her to sleep with me, I'll go for it. Jump head-first, and all that jazz.

Hmm. Jazz. Seems like a fun dance.

Note to self - Secretly learn jazz during the holidays.

Keyword - secretly.

26th March, 1995

Pansy slept with me tonight. In fact, she's peacefully (for a change) sleeping next to me right now, as I make this entry. I do realize that it's been more than a month since we've been exclusive. She took a month to gather up enough guts to knock on the door and smash into me. I'm officially no more a virgin. Kudos to finally establishing masculinity.

I, however, am not sure whether the experience was all that enjoyable for her or not. It was...quick, to say the least. I calmed down Pansy (who bled a bit) and said that it would be better the next time. Let's hope that holds true.

She's nice, Pansy. A bit screechy, but everyone has a few flaws. Her's just happen to be accompanied by a voice not needing a 'Sonorous' to travel to the other end of the world. Not kidding.

31st March, 1995

Well, I am apparently a foul wanker. When I slept with Pansy I wasn't aware that I wasn't supposed to brag about it to the whole of my House. Now, everyone has taken to sniggering at Pansy and passing suggestive comments along with lewd hand gestures. I'm a bit confused. Why exactly they're doing such stuff, I don't know. I, on the other hand, am being treated like a prince (which I am, but nonetheless) by my classmates. Perhaps it's because I'm only 14 and maybe losing one's virginity at 14 is a big thing. I don't really care to find out.

Oh and Pansy doesn't want to go out with me anymore. Whatever. Tracey Davis is looking pretty good too, these days.

18th April, 1995

My father WILL here about this. Or maybe not. I haven't decided yet. How dare she! Pansy is a right bitch!

I was making out on the Astronomy Tower with Davis, and suddenly, Pansy barges in, shoves Tracey off of me, and promptly gives me a tight slap right across my face!

Sometimes, I just don't understand girls. I don't get why they have to be so bloody emotional all the frigging time. It's like they don't have an off button. Every single thing is interconnected for them. Apparently, I was supposed to ask for my ex girlfriend's permission before going out again. And if not that, 'I should have informed her before she got to know from someone else.'

Pansy also thinks that I'm doing all of this so that her head turns into one belonging to the green-eyed monster of jealousy. But let me clarify one thing. If I had ONE word to describe Pansy, it would be jealous. That woman is jealous of everything and everyone in this world. I mean, what she wants, is that she should be the prettiest, richest, and smartest girl in Hogwarts. Basically, she wants to be better than anyone else and also lead a line of love-struck guys behind her, following her like idiotic puppies.

I couldn't even do anything about her barbaric behaviour! I have had it with girls physically assaulting me. First, that mud-bitch in third year, and now Parkinson. And what's worse is that I really just CAN'T tell anyone (read, my father) about this, because all he will do is sneer at me with a disgusted look, and tell me to man up.

He won't even get me a puppy. Life is not good right now. At least when I get back home, I have Rainbow to hang out with.

Rainbow is my house elf.

26th June, 1995

Pansy barged into my dormitory tonight. I silently gave the others 'The Look' and they got the hell out faster than you can say flower.

She was hysterical. Bawling. Howling. It doesn't really matter how I word it, but just know that it was hurtful to my patience. And my ears.

She got a howler from her mother earlier. And if I got a howler from Cornelia Parkinson, I'd be scared too. She's more of a monster than a mother. She's always calm, though. She's got this icy chill about her. It's her pale blue eyes, I think. Always cold and strict. As if they could see right through you.

So anyway, Mrs. Parkinson found out about all that had been happening in school, apparently. I'm guessing it was from Bulstrode's mother. Millicent, that idiot, never could keep anything under wraps. She was, therefore, extremely disappointed in her precious daughter, for giving up her equally precious gift of virginity to someone as worthless as a Malfoy.

Generally, I would take offense, but the Malfoys and Parkinsons have had a rocky relationship ever since my grandfather Abraxas rejected Eugenia's proposal for Cornelia and my father's marriage. Eugenia, being the head of the Parkinson family with a reputation to uphold, obviously then wanted very little to do with us Malfoys, and ordered her nearest kin to follow the same.

Pansy hates her mom. As well as her grandmother. She hates her father too, I'm guessing. I can sense a pattern developing. She might be scared of her mother, but underneath all that fear, the hatred is much too evident. So she wanted to disrupt her family's peace of mind by using me. In simpler words, she wanted to get back at her mom for the aforementioned howler by going out with me again.

I stoutly refused. I'm not some sort of puppet she can string along. Besides, she does resemble a pug. Tracey Davis is much prettier, and she won't be getting stupid howlers anytime soon.

Note - when (and if) my father does alow me a puppy, don't get a pug.

19th July, 1995

Well, Davis didn't work out either. And this time, it was because of a letter from my mother.

It went like this -

Dearest Draco,

What is this I'm hearing from Ophelia Bulstrode, darling? I hope you aren't romantically involved with that Davis girl? Why, that simply won't do! She's a half-blood!

Now I very well know that at such a young age you boys obviously act foolishly and don't stop to think. Do what you must, Draco, but I want you to end all romantic affiliation with that girl as soon as can be. You never know when it starts getting serious. It's much better to be safe than sorry, dear.

Anyhow, enjoy school, and do write back (hopefully with good news).

Lots of love,

Mother

Of course, I had done exactly as mother had asked. I personally don't have the time or energy to fight with my mother, and especially over a girl. It's the last day of school anyway, so let's say that it's fitting to end a relationship too. And Tracey has apparently taken some sort of sick fancy to Roger Davies, so she didn't make quite as much of a fuss.

I also think that I've had enough of girls for now. And what happens next term, I'll find out next term. Till then, I'll make petty little plans to disrupt Potter and his gang's peace.

Also, Millicent Bulstrode needs to die. Or be gagged, at the very least.

To be continued...

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