The Diary

By Nirvana

Disclaimer::       I don't own Harry Potter. And I don't own the plot. The plot is just something I read in my email and I decided to turn it into a fic.

A/N:: This is from Draco's point of view…

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Can you believe it? I, Draco Malfoy, is friends with Virginia Weasley. Yes, that's right. Ron Weasley's kid sister. Harry Potter's love-sick admirer. Mudblood Granger's close friend. A Gryffindor. And she's just not my friend. She's my BEST friend. My only friend.

 I seem to recall that day, when she was in her fourth year, and I, in my fifth. She was crying in the edge of the forbidden forest. Her beautiful red hair in disarray, her doe brown eyes rimmed with tears, her perfect form letting out gut wrenching sobs.

I remember approaching her, and annoying her. I asked her cruelly if Potter dumped her. I asked her if she was finally going to rid the world of her existence. I was quite surprised to hear her retaliating with the words, "Finally going to be a death eater aren't we, Malfoy?"

See? That's how much I remember that day. I even remember her exact words. Of course, being an evil git back then, I said, "So the little weasel isn't that thick, now is she? She managed to notice the obvious."

It was true. I meant every word I said. I wanted to become a death eater. It was my dream. In my younger years, I had my father breathe down my neck, punishing me for the slightest mistake. Torture chambers, whips, and having Crucio placed upon me was my life. My old life.

But now, I changed. Thanks to Virginia. I sat down next to her, and talked. For hours. We talked like we knew each other forever. I found out that her cousin died. Murdered by death eaters. And for the first time in my life, I felt sorry. Sorry for her, for her family, and most of all, I felt sorry for myself. I realized that by fulfilling my life-long dream, I would rid others of theirs. What a shame.

During those four hours we talked, I found out that I found the real me. The real Draco Malfoy. Not a death eater. Not a murderer. But an ordinary fifteen year old finding himself.

I am now in my sixth year at Hogwarts. I am walking back to the Slytherin Common room, dropping off my books and unnecessary belongings. I would meet Virginia later. After just a year of knowing her, I have to say that I have the biggest crush on her. I know we couldn't be more than best friends, that would make me have her six older brothers hunting me down – out for blood. My blood. But that didn't stop me from loving her. I admit, I am head over heels in love with my best friend.

I will tell you a little about me. I'm 16 years old, with silvery-blonde hair and gray eyes. I was standing 6 feet tall with a muscular build to go with it. I have an ego the size of Azkaban and I'm rather conceited. I can say I am tolerable when I am within hearing distance of Virginia. As for my dislikes, I loathe Potter, Weasley and Granger. Personally, I think they're a waste of flesh. Anyway, my sense of humor is a bit dark and I consider myself slightly evil. I'm a Prefect and Captain of the Quidditch team. And I get to have my own room. Cliché isn't it? Oh, and my best friend is Virginia Weasley.

Let me tell you about her. Her full name is Virginia Anise Weasley. She's 5 feet and 6 inches tall, has stunning dark red hair, and expressive doe brown eyes. She has lovely curves and a wonderful smile. She's a Prefect like me, but she isn't part of the Quidditch team.

You're probably asking how Virginia and I meet, am I correct? Of course I'm right. I'm Draco Malfoy. Back to the topic at hand, we meet everyday at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the place where we first began our friendship. I have to be there on or before 5:00 p.m, otherwise, she'll bite my head off.

Oh, wait. I never got to tell you what happened when Virginia reformed me. Well, I'm rather proud of what I did. I told Dumbledore that my father was a death eater. Naturally, I told them that I would prefer anonymity and not to disclose my name to anyone, especially to my father and the media. To go with that action, I gave them a LONG list of death eaters. Most kids in Slytherin are without parents now. Serves them right.

Lucius was thrown into Azkaban, with nothing more than the clothes on his back. All death eaters were stripped of magic. That's right. Lucius Malfoy is a squib. Ha! Funny how he seemed so disgusted of squibs before, and now, he is one. Life is shaping up, I must say.

My mother, Narcissa, isn't a death eater, so she was free from Azkaban. I pity mother right now. She loved the bastard. She loved Lucius Malfoy. What a shame. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother. She was always caring, buying me unnecessary things, but her care was wasted on Lucius. Her beauty and care wasted on him.

It's nearing five o'clock now. I must go. Virginia will commit murder if I'm late. She hates late people. Besides, I have very big plans this afternoon. Later this day, I will tell her how I feel. I will tell her that I love her.

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A/N;:: So? How'd you like it? Please review!