Draco’s
Diary Journal
Personal Log,
Seventh Year
1st
Entry
Excellent
day. Shanked two Ravenclaws from
across the room, abandoned Goyle to subsequent false accusations. As if he had the necessary skill.
Potter made an
utter fool of himself in Charms today according to Pansy, unfortunate I was not
there to see it.
Ran
into Potter moping along in front of his little friends, who seemed to be
ignoring him in favor of each other. Laughed and mocked
properly, left him seething. Must get Pansy to practice Charm for healing split lip.
2nd
Entry
Boring
day; Potter unavailable for tormenting. Hid
away in Charms teacher’s office half the day, scarpered off from meals too fast
to catch. Most
annoying.
3rd
Entry
Found Crabbe
attempting to do disgusting things to Goyle in a vacant classroom. Is it spring already? Deeply need to have memory Obliviated.
Ran into Potter
completely by accident; was forced to track him halfway across the castle to do
so. Mudblood girl and weasel were
absent, curiously enough. Taunted him,
inquiring after their location, and nearly inspired another Wizard Duel, but he
came to his senses in time and stalked off instead.
Couldn’t help
but notice that Potter’s hips sway when he stalks. Very amused.
4th
Entry
Very
bad day. Witty sniping with Potter did not come off as
usual, ended up with random passers-by in the corridor butting in on his
behalf. Muggle-born
mudbloods all, no doubt. Quite irritating.
Retired back to
dungeons to find Daphne and Pansy and all their giggling friends
spring-cleaning and quite fierce; fled to room and tried for nineteenth time to
teach Goyle how to play checkers. Should
have given up after ten minutes, but was putting off writing home, so continued
for another hour. Was
mildly amused by cheating terribly, having persuaded the checkers into silent
loyalty. Father would be proud.
5th
Entry
Wretched
day. Was deserted by both minions; don’t even want
to think what for. Refuse to
venture into any empty rooms unless others go first – rather their delicate
eyes seared than mine.
Potter reunited
with friends; all sunshine and bubbles. Sickening. Thanks to
lack of minions, was forced by the crowded corridor to walk behind them and
listen to their disgusting babble about that pathetic half-breed Hagrid, the
mudblood girl’s favorite classes, which are apparently all of them,
she’s appalling, and Potter’s broom’s new ailment, which at least was
slightly worth the drivel.
Finally managed
to squeeze past them and heard the weasel shout something about “setting foot
out of the dungeons without bodyguards.”
Was about to turn on and demolish him when Potter attempted to mimic my
earlier mockery, inquiring after their whereabouts.
Smirked darkly
and replied that their activities were probably similar to his friends’
when they’d been absent. Was rewarded with the weasel’s face turning slightly green, the
mudblood looking revolted, and Potter completely wordless in shock. Let them dwell on that picture for the
rest of the day. I’ve certainly spent
hours trying to keep it out of my head.
6th
Entry
Rejoined
by minions, spent day tailing Potter whenever possible.
Have determined that his hips sway most when angry, plenty when happy,
equally much when agitated, and very little when depressed. Have resolved to seek him out only when he’s
depressed, as hip-swaying is distracting.
Fortunately,
depression has set in again presently, because friends have taken to “needing
alone-time” according to Potter’s whine to Longbottom. Am free to trail and bother Potter for days
until they stop shagging all the time.
Hmm. May need to convince Blaise to Obliviate again to remove mental
picture of weasel and mudblood girl shagging. Disgusting.
7th
Entry
Crabbe made
comment on Potter’s angry hip-swaying today as we tailed him. Stopped in middle of
corridor to give Crabbe lengthy lecture on inappropriateness of oggling
Gryffindors, especially that one.
Both minions looked completely confounded, although this is not unusual,
and Goyle’s brain was fuddled enough to say that they’d thought that was
why we were following Potter.
Minions’
singlemindedness is sickening in spring, and we were late to class.
8th
Entry
Unexpectedly
found minions’ presence undesirable when walking through halls today. Goyle insisted on making wholly unnecessary
remarks about Potter’s hips, which was deeply irritating. Was forced to tell him off, then send both away to keep from dealing with him sulking
all day.
Found self
considering Potter’s hips all through last class of day, and completely missed
review for the approaching preliminary exam.
Father will not be pleased if he finds out, so must copy Blaise’s notes.
9th
Entry
Crabbe made
strangely intelligent remark about the likelihood of depressing Potter
permanantly by doing certain things to him.
Considering the nature of said things, this should have been less
surprising, but it made more sense than expected.
Perhaps this
warrants more thought. Or perhaps I
should find a way to separate Crabbe and Goyle in the spring, thus preventing
singlemindedness from becoming contagious.
10th
Entry
Singlemindedness
is contagious, damn it. Attempted
to copy Blaise’s notes today, found hand sketching Potter’s arse instead. With additions. Became unable to think about notes and went
out to Quidditch field instead to watch Gryffindors practice and yell
advice. Potter is much better Beater
than previously suspected – was forced to ignominous retreat after Bludger
nearly broke shoulder.
11th
Entry
Have been unable
to determine if oddly persistant slant of thought is the result of spring, like
my minions’ and Potter’s sickening friends’, or some slow-acting spell. If it is some kind of spell, must find the
anticharm soon or risk being reduced to intelligence of Crabbe through
unrelieved lust.
Not an inviting
thought.
Perhaps
responsible party is Potter. Must find a way to get it out of him.
No. It must be Potter. Must think how to make him sorry…
--What am I
thinking? I don’t want to shag Potter!
Clearly,
whatever the spell is, it’s subtle and very powerful. Must find the culprit and throttle the
counterspell out of
Must
bugger Potter until he can’t breathe.
12th
Entry
Have not been to
breakfast. No intention of going to
lunch. Don’t want to try walking. Told confused minions I’m ill. Less far wrong than
desireable.
Arse hurts.