Journal,
I'm back. The turkey was good, and some twit named Michael Corner got a detention for starting a mashed potato fight.
So anyway, about Snape and his "cute" bum. That definitely was not something I expected to come out of Hermione's mouth, and it made me jealous. I mean, think about it: She's checking out Snape's ass and not mine!? Come on! No offense to Snape, but he's about fifty years old now! For Salazaar's sake, am I THAT repulsive that a girl my age would pay more attention to her TEACHER???
I think Hermione felt really bad about everyone hearing her say that and I don't blame her.
After that class (which was the last of the day), I was trying to do my homework, but in reality FUMING over what had just happened, when (guess who?) Pansy Parkinson sat down next to me. She put her head on my shoulder.
"Do I have a nice arse?" she asked.
"Do you WHAT?"
She giggled. "You know what I said, Draco."
I gave her a Look. "I don't know. It's either very large, or your jeans are very tight."
"My jeans are tight," she snapped instantly.
"Okay," I replied, glancing down again at my Potions report. Damn you, Snape! Taking my lover!
"I like yours," she whispered. "And I like everything else about you as well," she smiled in a gooey way.
"That's nice," I shrugged," but may I work in peace?"
"Want to frisk me?" she asked quickly.
My eyes widened. "What did you say?"
"Let's do it," she said softly, and ran her tongue up my ear lobe.
Holy hell. What a Slytherin slut!
I felt really stupid, like I wanted to because she was there, but didn't, because I hate her.
"I want you, Draco Malfoy. So let's give it a go." She nuzzled my cheek.
I blinked at her. Give it a 'go'? 'Let's give it a GO'? She made it sound like it was some one second deal that meant nothing, but I know better. Had she gone mental? The middle of the Slytherin common room isn't really a place for sex. I could just imagine the little first years walking in right at the climax. Ewwww...
"Erm, I 've got to write up an essay for tomorrow. It's uh- for a class that you don't have," I lied casually.
She pouted. "Right. Later then? No one comes out here at night!"
I did my best to provide a sexy smile. "You're on."
We went to the Great Hall for dinner shortly after, and then, I told Pansy I had to use the restroom. She said she'd wait outside the door for me.
That was the night that I sat upon the toilet, fully closed, with legs crossed neatly under me so that no one could see my feet.
After a l-o-o-o-n-g while, she yelled that she would meet me back in commons. I waited until all was safe, and then darted up to the nurse's office.
When I realized that Madame Pomphrey would only let me stay there if there was something wrong with me, I did something very stupid. I focused hard, and pointed my wand at my face, then yelled," YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT ONE , MALFOY!"
It worked. I began to barf up huge slugs. It was a rough night. But every little bit was worth it.
When I went to first period the next morning (I wasn't feeling up to breakfast), people kept staring and me and whispering. These certain people were girls, and to be more exact, Slytherin girls.
Pansy seemed severely depressed. She dropped a note on my desk that read in pink, glittering letters: 'Where were you?'
I scribbled out a reply as quick as I could manage. It said 'food poisoning caused me to vomit up most of my vital organs during the night. Had to got to hospital wing. Sincerely, Draco Malfoy
PS: Just kidding about the organs part, though I was quite sick.'
I folded it neatly, and threw it at her head. I thought it quite brilliant! I didn't have to lie very much!
She snatched up the note and read it, he nose scrunched up in what I hoped was disgust. When she finished, she grinned at me. "I believe you, Draco. I thought you'd stood me up, but I should have known you'd never do that," she gushed.
"Yes, I thought you knew me," I replied.
Inside, I was thinking 'how thick are you, exactly'?
That was when the rumors started. Those weren't the first about me, but most definitely the worst. can you believe that someone would have the nerve to tell lies about me?
It was about a week after the slug night, when I noticed people were whispering in the halls as I walked through. At first, I didn't think it was me they were discussing, until I walked past a herd of Hufflepuffs, and Susan Bones declared," There's Malfoy, the nasty bugger!"
The lot of them all scowled at me in what I took to be ultimate fury.
"What are you duffers on about?" I demanded.
"Don't play dumb, Malfoy," Ernie Macmillan replied. "We heard about what you did!"
I stared at them in blank confusion, and continued down the hall.
During Divination, Weasley and Potter looked at me as though planning a funeral. Neville Longbottom peered out at me from under black bangs, and whispered something to Hermione. I distinctly heard him say 'Pansy'. Hermione looked shocked.
"What a PIG," she declared hotly, rolling her eyes. She'd been quite angry ever since Honors Divination showed up on her schedule for this semester, but she decided she'd better take it any way. From what I'd heard, she used to be very rude to Trelawney, but she'd never called anyone a pig.
I was dumbfounded.
A good ten minutes into class, I realized that every single person was giving me bad looks, especially that crazy centaur. When work time started, I turned to Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin girl, and inquired," What in the Hell is wrong with these wallies?"
She gave me a strange look. "They know what you did. But don't worry. I'm not blaming it all on you."
"What are you talking about? "I cried in frustration.
"Ooh.. She didn't tell you?"
"Who didn't tell me what?" I snarled.
She grinned at me. "Pansy's in the hospital wing. You got her pregnant."
I fell out of my chair and fainted.
I awoke a moment later, feeling groggy, as Trelawney dangled smelling salts in my face.
"Don't show him mercy like that!" Ron roared, and smacked me in the face. "Die, you loser! DIE!" The centaur calmly told Ron to 'quit it, you simple human'.
"GAAAH!!!" I shouted, standing up. "It's a lie!"
Madame Trelawney blinked. "I predicted it, my dear. You are cursed."
"No. IT'S A RUMOR," I bellowed.
"How could it be? Pansy says you did her last month," Millicent Bulstrode scoffed.
"Excuse me? 'PANSY says'?" I repeated.
Neville nodded. "She told me it was fast, but excellent." He revealed this with a heavy tone of disgust.
Without asking permission, I ran out of that dreaded classroom, and jumped down the trap door.
In about half a second, I was in Madame Pomphrey's room. She and Pansy seemed to be in the midst of a heated argument.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I shouted, waving my pointer finger at her madly.
"Mr. Malfoy, sit down over here, please." Pomphrey gestured to a spot near Pansy. "Let's talk about this."
"That's the thing! There isn't anything to talk about!" I snapped, stalking over to Pansy. "You know I never did anything like that- NOTHING! How could you? My reputation is shot! Dead! Ruined! My Prefect duties are over, not that I liked them anyway, but that's not the point now, is it? THE POINT IS THAT I'M NOT A PERVERT! Why would you do this? I don't believe it!"
"I thought you'd want to believe it," she sniffed.
"Believe what? That we did the dirty and I wasn't even there for it?" I threw up my hands. "I have enough troubles without people talking about a sex life that I don't have!"
"You don't have to get mad," she stated, as though I were the crazy one.
ME? Me, the nutter? No sir, the nutter was not Ron this time, or Gilderoy Lockhart. It wasn't even my father. It was PANSY PARKINSON.
Madame Pomphrey raised an eyebrow. "There is no question about this, Ms. Parkinson. For one, you are not pregnant, and secondly, this is most inappropriate."
"I'll say," I scoffed.
"Mr. Malfoy, you may leave."
Pansy began to cry.
So from that day on, I haven't just loathed Pansy. I've loathed her with a passion.
Fortunately, people forgot about that rumor the next day, because there was a big brawl between Justin Finch-Fletchley and Seamus Finnigan.
Justin poked fun at Finnigan's Irish heritage, so Finnigan scorched Justin's eyebrows straight off his face. Boy, he's an odd little Irish twit! He still talks about his Muggle father, who raises sheep on a farm and sews wool coats to sell to people.
I laughed during a 'serious' story he told during Muggle Studies about his father's family curse, and he started screaming at me! He offends me.
Well, when I actually date Hermione Granger, I'll get back to you.
Till next time-
Draco L. Malfoy
I'm back. The turkey was good, and some twit named Michael Corner got a detention for starting a mashed potato fight.
So anyway, about Snape and his "cute" bum. That definitely was not something I expected to come out of Hermione's mouth, and it made me jealous. I mean, think about it: She's checking out Snape's ass and not mine!? Come on! No offense to Snape, but he's about fifty years old now! For Salazaar's sake, am I THAT repulsive that a girl my age would pay more attention to her TEACHER???
I think Hermione felt really bad about everyone hearing her say that and I don't blame her.
After that class (which was the last of the day), I was trying to do my homework, but in reality FUMING over what had just happened, when (guess who?) Pansy Parkinson sat down next to me. She put her head on my shoulder.
"Do I have a nice arse?" she asked.
"Do you WHAT?"
She giggled. "You know what I said, Draco."
I gave her a Look. "I don't know. It's either very large, or your jeans are very tight."
"My jeans are tight," she snapped instantly.
"Okay," I replied, glancing down again at my Potions report. Damn you, Snape! Taking my lover!
"I like yours," she whispered. "And I like everything else about you as well," she smiled in a gooey way.
"That's nice," I shrugged," but may I work in peace?"
"Want to frisk me?" she asked quickly.
My eyes widened. "What did you say?"
"Let's do it," she said softly, and ran her tongue up my ear lobe.
Holy hell. What a Slytherin slut!
I felt really stupid, like I wanted to because she was there, but didn't, because I hate her.
"I want you, Draco Malfoy. So let's give it a go." She nuzzled my cheek.
I blinked at her. Give it a 'go'? 'Let's give it a GO'? She made it sound like it was some one second deal that meant nothing, but I know better. Had she gone mental? The middle of the Slytherin common room isn't really a place for sex. I could just imagine the little first years walking in right at the climax. Ewwww...
"Erm, I 've got to write up an essay for tomorrow. It's uh- for a class that you don't have," I lied casually.
She pouted. "Right. Later then? No one comes out here at night!"
I did my best to provide a sexy smile. "You're on."
We went to the Great Hall for dinner shortly after, and then, I told Pansy I had to use the restroom. She said she'd wait outside the door for me.
That was the night that I sat upon the toilet, fully closed, with legs crossed neatly under me so that no one could see my feet.
After a l-o-o-o-n-g while, she yelled that she would meet me back in commons. I waited until all was safe, and then darted up to the nurse's office.
When I realized that Madame Pomphrey would only let me stay there if there was something wrong with me, I did something very stupid. I focused hard, and pointed my wand at my face, then yelled," YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT ONE , MALFOY!"
It worked. I began to barf up huge slugs. It was a rough night. But every little bit was worth it.
When I went to first period the next morning (I wasn't feeling up to breakfast), people kept staring and me and whispering. These certain people were girls, and to be more exact, Slytherin girls.
Pansy seemed severely depressed. She dropped a note on my desk that read in pink, glittering letters: 'Where were you?'
I scribbled out a reply as quick as I could manage. It said 'food poisoning caused me to vomit up most of my vital organs during the night. Had to got to hospital wing. Sincerely, Draco Malfoy
PS: Just kidding about the organs part, though I was quite sick.'
I folded it neatly, and threw it at her head. I thought it quite brilliant! I didn't have to lie very much!
She snatched up the note and read it, he nose scrunched up in what I hoped was disgust. When she finished, she grinned at me. "I believe you, Draco. I thought you'd stood me up, but I should have known you'd never do that," she gushed.
"Yes, I thought you knew me," I replied.
Inside, I was thinking 'how thick are you, exactly'?
That was when the rumors started. Those weren't the first about me, but most definitely the worst. can you believe that someone would have the nerve to tell lies about me?
It was about a week after the slug night, when I noticed people were whispering in the halls as I walked through. At first, I didn't think it was me they were discussing, until I walked past a herd of Hufflepuffs, and Susan Bones declared," There's Malfoy, the nasty bugger!"
The lot of them all scowled at me in what I took to be ultimate fury.
"What are you duffers on about?" I demanded.
"Don't play dumb, Malfoy," Ernie Macmillan replied. "We heard about what you did!"
I stared at them in blank confusion, and continued down the hall.
During Divination, Weasley and Potter looked at me as though planning a funeral. Neville Longbottom peered out at me from under black bangs, and whispered something to Hermione. I distinctly heard him say 'Pansy'. Hermione looked shocked.
"What a PIG," she declared hotly, rolling her eyes. She'd been quite angry ever since Honors Divination showed up on her schedule for this semester, but she decided she'd better take it any way. From what I'd heard, she used to be very rude to Trelawney, but she'd never called anyone a pig.
I was dumbfounded.
A good ten minutes into class, I realized that every single person was giving me bad looks, especially that crazy centaur. When work time started, I turned to Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin girl, and inquired," What in the Hell is wrong with these wallies?"
She gave me a strange look. "They know what you did. But don't worry. I'm not blaming it all on you."
"What are you talking about? "I cried in frustration.
"Ooh.. She didn't tell you?"
"Who didn't tell me what?" I snarled.
She grinned at me. "Pansy's in the hospital wing. You got her pregnant."
I fell out of my chair and fainted.
I awoke a moment later, feeling groggy, as Trelawney dangled smelling salts in my face.
"Don't show him mercy like that!" Ron roared, and smacked me in the face. "Die, you loser! DIE!" The centaur calmly told Ron to 'quit it, you simple human'.
"GAAAH!!!" I shouted, standing up. "It's a lie!"
Madame Trelawney blinked. "I predicted it, my dear. You are cursed."
"No. IT'S A RUMOR," I bellowed.
"How could it be? Pansy says you did her last month," Millicent Bulstrode scoffed.
"Excuse me? 'PANSY says'?" I repeated.
Neville nodded. "She told me it was fast, but excellent." He revealed this with a heavy tone of disgust.
Without asking permission, I ran out of that dreaded classroom, and jumped down the trap door.
In about half a second, I was in Madame Pomphrey's room. She and Pansy seemed to be in the midst of a heated argument.
"HOW DARE YOU!" I shouted, waving my pointer finger at her madly.
"Mr. Malfoy, sit down over here, please." Pomphrey gestured to a spot near Pansy. "Let's talk about this."
"That's the thing! There isn't anything to talk about!" I snapped, stalking over to Pansy. "You know I never did anything like that- NOTHING! How could you? My reputation is shot! Dead! Ruined! My Prefect duties are over, not that I liked them anyway, but that's not the point now, is it? THE POINT IS THAT I'M NOT A PERVERT! Why would you do this? I don't believe it!"
"I thought you'd want to believe it," she sniffed.
"Believe what? That we did the dirty and I wasn't even there for it?" I threw up my hands. "I have enough troubles without people talking about a sex life that I don't have!"
"You don't have to get mad," she stated, as though I were the crazy one.
ME? Me, the nutter? No sir, the nutter was not Ron this time, or Gilderoy Lockhart. It wasn't even my father. It was PANSY PARKINSON.
Madame Pomphrey raised an eyebrow. "There is no question about this, Ms. Parkinson. For one, you are not pregnant, and secondly, this is most inappropriate."
"I'll say," I scoffed.
"Mr. Malfoy, you may leave."
Pansy began to cry.
So from that day on, I haven't just loathed Pansy. I've loathed her with a passion.
Fortunately, people forgot about that rumor the next day, because there was a big brawl between Justin Finch-Fletchley and Seamus Finnigan.
Justin poked fun at Finnigan's Irish heritage, so Finnigan scorched Justin's eyebrows straight off his face. Boy, he's an odd little Irish twit! He still talks about his Muggle father, who raises sheep on a farm and sews wool coats to sell to people.
I laughed during a 'serious' story he told during Muggle Studies about his father's family curse, and he started screaming at me! He offends me.
Well, when I actually date Hermione Granger, I'll get back to you.
Till next time-
Draco L. Malfoy