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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
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7
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May 29, 1998
Journal of Draco Malfoy
May 29, 1998
All right, so we didn\'t win the Quidditch cup this year either. I probably could have. Potter was still gimpy from his... whatever happened that gave him that limp. His coordination was off as well. Frankly, I was shocked he could stay on the broom at all.
So, you might ask why he managed to still catch the Snitch in spite of my stellar skills and his obvious handicap. I jumped off of my broom. I almost had it. I could feel those delicate feathers tickling my palm and then... I just didn\'t want it. After all of Snape\'s goading and shouting at me about finally winning the Quidditch cup, after his insinuations that I should do it for him... as if I owe him something beyond what he\'s already getting... forget it. I let Potter take it.
It\'s ironic. I wanted to take that thing from Potter all these years. Now I could\'ve... and because of Snape... I didn\'t.
As arrogant as Potters is, he\'s doubtlessly deluding himself that I did it for him. Especially after the way he grinned at me before his teammates touched down to congratulate him. What a silly fool he is. He\'s bloody going into battle where he\'s going to die and he\'s giddy over catching an enchanted piece of metal. He looked so damned happy, like he was on top of the world. Doesn\'t he know he\'s going to die? Maybe he wants to die. No, he\'s a Gryffindor. They\'re not capable of anything so deep as suicidal thoughts. He\'s just a dunce who doesn\'t know I gave him that victory to irk Snape.
He\'s a daft idiot who doesn\'t even realize he\'s going to die for a bunch of people who are just using him. He thinks it\'s all figured out, that he can win a few Quidditch matches and that\'s going to change the world. I loathe him. I loathe his brainless smile. I loathe that he can be so damn cheerful in spite of how everyone he cares about dies. I especially loathe that his imbecilic smile was contagious. I hope that clod of dirt I threw at him lodged in his insipid eye. Cretin.
May 29, 1998
All right, so we didn\'t win the Quidditch cup this year either. I probably could have. Potter was still gimpy from his... whatever happened that gave him that limp. His coordination was off as well. Frankly, I was shocked he could stay on the broom at all.
So, you might ask why he managed to still catch the Snitch in spite of my stellar skills and his obvious handicap. I jumped off of my broom. I almost had it. I could feel those delicate feathers tickling my palm and then... I just didn\'t want it. After all of Snape\'s goading and shouting at me about finally winning the Quidditch cup, after his insinuations that I should do it for him... as if I owe him something beyond what he\'s already getting... forget it. I let Potter take it.
It\'s ironic. I wanted to take that thing from Potter all these years. Now I could\'ve... and because of Snape... I didn\'t.
As arrogant as Potters is, he\'s doubtlessly deluding himself that I did it for him. Especially after the way he grinned at me before his teammates touched down to congratulate him. What a silly fool he is. He\'s bloody going into battle where he\'s going to die and he\'s giddy over catching an enchanted piece of metal. He looked so damned happy, like he was on top of the world. Doesn\'t he know he\'s going to die? Maybe he wants to die. No, he\'s a Gryffindor. They\'re not capable of anything so deep as suicidal thoughts. He\'s just a dunce who doesn\'t know I gave him that victory to irk Snape.
He\'s a daft idiot who doesn\'t even realize he\'s going to die for a bunch of people who are just using him. He thinks it\'s all figured out, that he can win a few Quidditch matches and that\'s going to change the world. I loathe him. I loathe his brainless smile. I loathe that he can be so damn cheerful in spite of how everyone he cares about dies. I especially loathe that his imbecilic smile was contagious. I hope that clod of dirt I threw at him lodged in his insipid eye. Cretin.