Diary

DISCLAIMER: I have the sad duty to inform you that the characters in this story were not created by me. This honor falls upon the lovely J.K. Rowling.

I hope you enjoy the first installment of a series of short stories called \"Diary\" This one you may find interesting as it has an unexpected twist at the end. Though, if this twist is unpopular and if enough people tell me so, it shall be removed.

Please be patient my friends. I am currently working on two other fics besides this one. If you are interested, go right ahead and start reading those if you havent already.

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Diary - Never Say Never

I’ve never been one to do something I don’t like. And so it shall remain. My father was never one to influence me - though try as he might. He thinks he has molded me - yet it was my resentment towards him that has made me who I am. If he only knew what I was doing.

“Draco Malfoy: Death Eater and proud supporter of the Dark Lord. Son of Luscious: forever loyal.” This is the son he wants: a son who will travel the dark and dreary road of deceit and sin who will never look back. Well, I am - though not on the same road as he. Our paths, though traveling side by side, are destined to turn their separate ways.

Crooked yet straight: rough yet smooth: good but evil. I am a living paradox. People say I am hatred in its most finest: that I do not have the capacity for more. I do hate - this is true - but I also love. I love the way the rain smells, the way the wind blows. I love a potion simmering gently in its cauldron - and I love her.

I have never met anyone like her before. The one who wears her heart on her sleeve yet tries to hide it. There are those who are fooled by her calm nature - but not I. I see the terrors within her soul, the sorrows of her life: the passion that she desires: The passion which she most desperately desires. I watch her like I’ve never watched anyone before. Her smooth, pale skin and her beautiful eyes attract me like no other. Yet I cannot have her.

Her name is everything I hate as I am sure mine is to her. Why do I love her then? I don’t know. One can’t help the feelings that grow inside of them. I have only one hope: that it isn’t love - that it is only lust. This hope, however, does not bring relief to my troubled mind. For lust is no different than love - it only provides a reason for my thoughts.

Lust or love? Which is the crueler fate? Which is the lesser of the two evils? Which will bring me the least pain? To me, it does not matter. Love comes with lust and lust comes with love. Some say love is pure and lust is sin. Would this mean that I am lust and she is love? I have always thought that love is as evil as lust. Does this mean that she too is evil? Does this mean we can be considered as equals whether good or bad? Maybe I am love and she is lust…it does not matter! I am lost either way.

I wish that she would find me. Only she can help me find my way. She is the North Star that’s meant to guide me through the foggy plains that make up my mind. Or am I supposed to roam those lands for eternity, searching for the one thing that will set me free? I hope this is not my future.

My future waits for me but it will not wait for her. I have to. There is nothing more to it. My head is swarming with images of me and her together. Nothing can rid me of them except for the real thing: the only thing that is near impossible.
So I picture her instead. I picture her wandering the halls - eyes darting all over. Finally she reaches the dark recess which is my hiding spot. She opens her mouth to speak and her voice sounds so small against the echoes that rebound. “I’ve been looking for you, Draco.” Then I picture us locked together in a tight embrace. Obscene images flood my brain. It cannot be helped. Something must be done to stop it…but what? There is only one possible solution…

I do what I like and I love what I do…I love her.

~~*Ginny Weasley*~~
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Ginny put down her quill. “Never in a million years,” she said sadly. With a sigh, she grabbed the parchment and tore it into shreds.

“Weasley!” Ginny jumped. Why did he always do that?

“Yes?” she replied gingerly.

Malfoy sauntered into the Prefect’s Room. “Are you finished writing yet?” he snapped.

Frowning, Ginny placed the tiny bits of paper on the table, “Yes.”

“Hurry up then! Honestly, I don’t know how I got paired up with you,” Malfoy sneered, shaking his head in disgust. “Come on. We need to start our patrol.”

Slowly, Ginny stood up and followed Malfoy. About halfway down the corridor, he stopped. “I forgot something,” he said simply and ran back to the Prefect’s Room.

When he entered the room, his eyes went straight to the pile of tattered paper on the table. “Reparo,” he whispered. The parchment was then in his hands, totally unscathed. He scanned it quickly and smiled. “Thank God I’m in charge of pairings.” With that, he carefully folded the parchment, placed it in his pocket and went out the door.