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1st September

Hello diary,

Hermione suggests I should write a diary after I declare to never see a mind healer. And since I want to get her off my back, here I am, on the train to go back to Hogwarts for “eighth year”, as they call it, dutifully writing my first page under her supervision. Her mouth is muttering as I write, so I guess she’s counting my words. 

Hey Hermione, if you can read it from upside down, I just want to say you are a bossy little witch. 

Ok, so she can read upside down. And turns out, Hermione can curse. But at least she dropped off on watching me. 

So don’t be upset if this is the only thing I’ll ever write in you, diary. 

It’s not you, really.  

It’s Hermione’s. 

[Later that night]

1st September

Surprise to see me this soon again, diary? 

Well, but you can’t possibly be as surprised as me when I found out McGonagall has assigned me to share the same room with Malfoy.

MALFOY!

DRACO MALFOY!

SAME ROOM WITH DRACO MALFOY!

FOR A YEAR!

I don’t know what she was thinking, the war must have messed up her head. That, or she must have been high as hell when making that decision. 

Ron and Mione refused to let me complain to them because apparently “stucking with Zabini and Parkinson is no better, Harry!” and “unless he’s plotting your demise, anything related to your feelings towards the ferret boy can go to your own journal, Harry!” 

So here I am. 

I hope you like the jerk-with-an-errored-personality-and-a-punchable-face theme, diary, because you won’t have another choice. 

2nd September

I think I was lucky to get off easy on the first night sharing a room with Malfoy, considering we both went to sleep right after we finished fighting about who got which bed - I won, of course. Mione told me she and Parkinson had spent the entire night arguing about literally everything in their life. Ron and Zabini had even almost resolved to a duel. 

But I know this was all just a start. For example, this morning, Malfoy had spent an hour in the bathroom, doing Merlin knows what, and made me have just enough time to brush my teeth. I admit I have been quite slow, after seeing him emerge from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Distracted, more like, because who’d thought the scrawny git could become that fit? It happened to me, sure, but I think it’s totally unfair that it happened for Malfoy as well. 

But even without that distraction, I wouldn’t have enough time for a shower. I hope this is a one-time problem, because Malfoy wanted to make an extra effort for the first day or something, otherwise it will become a big problem in the future. 

5th September 

At least when Malfoy takes over the bathroom every morning, I can switch to showering late at night, but there’s just no way around this new problem. Every night, Malfoy leaves the light on til midnight to read his books, and every night, I cannot sleep until he turns it off. It’s been three nights in a row and there’s no sign that it’s likely to stop in the future. I don’t think I ever miss the four-poster bed with a curtain, but I do now. 

I must put a stop to that, lest I have any more sleep-deprived nights. Tonight, I will tell him to fuck off somewhere else with his book and let me have my peaceful sleep. I’ll fight him for that if I have to, it’s not like he has any chance to win against me in a duel or anything. 

6th September 

Well, the fight with Malfoy wasn’t quite as I expected.

We never even reached the proper stage of a duel. I complained about the light, Malfoy refused to do it, claiming he was not exhausted yet. Then it quickly accelerated to insults trading. Then it was followed by a minute of switching the light on and off from across the room, until Malfoy, devious as always, aimed his wand at me and cast Expelliarmus. 

EXPELLIARMUS!

I FUCKING LET MALFOY CAST EXPELLIARMUS!

ON ME!

ON HARRY-EXPELLIARMUS-POTTER!

WHILE WE ARE ON SORT OF A DUEL!

After I let the unacceptable thing happen, I have no choice but to rush over to his bed to retrieve my wand. Thank Merlin for small mercy that Malfoy wasn’t interested in hexing me. But he wasn’t interested in giving my wand back either. So we ended up wrestling in bed. Malfoy was surprisingly strong, but after a while, I finally managed to pin him down onto the mattress and sit on him. My wand was sadly nowhere to be seen, it must drop somewhere while we’re rolling around. 

But I found something else. 

MALFOY’S FUFCKING ERECTION!

Yes, because Malfoy had fucking had an erection while fighting with me!

And I also had an erection while fighting with him as well!

I couldn’t help it, it’s been months since the first time - also the last time - I had sex with Ginny. That, and I accidentally ripped Malfoy’s top open and Malfoy had looked bloody sexy then. 

So I boldly cupped Malfoy’s bulge to see if he had any problem with that. He GROANED, fucking groaned of pleasure, so I just went ahead and pulled his pants down to his mid-thigh. Malfoy’s cock was thick and long, just to my liking. Then I pulled my pants down too. Then I took both our cocks in my hand and stroked them together. Malfoy also contributed, by rolling our hips together. Then we both came, shortly after. A very intense orgasm in fact. I must say, there’s something very pleasing to see your come all over your arch enemy. Based on Malfoy’s grin, he must feel the same way.

I asked Malfoy if he felt exhausted enough to go to sleep then - I actually hoped he said no, because then I would have a reason to go for another round. He did say no, but he told me he would “be the BIGGER MAN” and turn off the light for me. So I took my wand and went back to my bed. 

But at least now I have an idea about how to deal with Malfoy to get things my way. 

Tomorrow, perhaps I can try to get my morning shower time this way as well. 

7th September 

As expected, Malfoy originally ignored me when I asked when he would finish with the bathroom. But ever the gentleman, I was still polite enough to talk reason to him for a few minutes, to no avail of course, before barging in the bathroom. The git didn’t lock the door, as if he wanted me to barge in or something. 

Malfoy was wanking under the spray, looking not at all pleased upon being interrupted. He hurled a couple of insults at me and shooed me away. I guess his heart wasn’t really in it, since his hand never stopped stroking his cock. It was a beautiful sight, the slender fingers wrapped around the flushing cock which appeared even bigger in daylight. It made me want to wrap my fingers around it too. 

So that was what I did. I shrugged out of my pants, the only thing I’ve been wearing in my sleep and was wearing then, and came behind Malfoy. I reached around him to replace his hand with mine, while myself used the cleavage between his buttocks to get off - Seriously, how is that even fair??? Malfoy was a downright bastard but he was still blessed with not only a hung cock but also the most doable arse I’ve seen???

Malfoy came very quick this time, probably because he was already halfway there when I showed up. Still, he played the good boy and bent over until I finished mine. Afterwards, he shooed me away again because now he would have to re-shower all over. That’s fair, he did be covered in both my come and his come. I, on the other hand, was totally clean. 

So I brushed my teeth and got to enjoy the sight of Malfoy bathing at the same time. 

All in all, it was not at all a bad way to start a new day. 

9th September 

Malfoy had woken up early today and left the bathroom half an hour before breakfast. Yesterday, he had moved to read in the common room until it was time to sleep as well. So my effort has totally paid off. 

You think I would be disappointed because that meant I no longer have a reason to get off with Malfoy, diary? Well, you couldn’t be more wrong. Because I know this is just the surface. Malfoy and I can’t get along forever. We’re prone to fighting, and when that happens - soon, I’m very confident about it - I will get to have sex again. 

11th September 

Malfoy couldn’t read books in the common room yesterday because of a birthday party of someone from Ravenclaw, so he brought his book back to our room and kept the light on to read it. I snapped. But Malfoy seemed to expect it. 

We ended up going to bed naked. On our separate bed, of course. 

15th September 

Malfoy’s shower ran long today so I joined him to save time.

21st September 

Malfoy’s shower ran long today so I joined him to save time. Again. 

26th September 

Malfoy isn’t a morning person, as I found out today. 

His wand alarm went off at seven in the morning, on the weekend no less!, an annoying sound that mimicked a snake’s hiss. Malfoy probably didn’t know it, but to my ears, the hiss is actually a nonstop chant of “RISE AND SHINE! RISE AND SHINE! RISE AND SHINE!”. 

I tried to cancel the alarm with my wand but to no avail. Then when Malfoy showed no sign of getting up, I walked to his bed and tried to cancel it with Malfoy’s wand, but also to no avail. Apparently Malfoy had set it up so he was the only one to turn it off. 

So I patted Malfoy’s face to get him up. When he didn’t even stir, I tried pinching. Then kicking. Then tickling. In response, Malfoy blamed me for making him wake up early every day for his shower, and that he fucking deserved a lie in. I said he could sleep until the new millennium for all I cared, but he needed to turn his wand bloody off or I would throw it away. Then he suggested I shove that wand up my arse if I hate the noise so much. I thought it was a good idea, so I did as he said, only with a slight change. 

I shoved the wand up his arse instead. 

Malfoy stiffened when I pressed the wand - the base part, which was bigger and smoother - at his hole. But you can’t say he didn’t know what was coming, I’m not that kind of a monster. If me stripping him off his pants wasn’t clear, surely me lubing his hole was more warning than enough. I even lubed the wand as well, and made sure he was still when it entered his body. Thanks to my thoughtfulness, Malfoy got used to the vibrating thing quickly and relaxed again. 

Until he breathed out a quiet moan against his pillow, did I belatedly realise that all I had done so far was sitting there pleasuring him while still having to listen to the unbearable alarm noise, which was not at all lessened even if it was inside Malfoy’s arse. This was supposed to be a punishment for Malfoy, but it seemed that I was the one being punished. So I pulled out the wand, threw it on Malfoy’s head and replaced it immediately with my cock. The annoying hissing sound almost melted into nothing once I got inside. 

In response to my action, Malfoy groaned harder and arched his hip a little higher, so I assumed he had no objection to it. Even if he did, I don’t think I could do anything else anyway, my balls were too deep in his amazing arse for me to have the strength to pull out. In fact, if I could, I wanted to stay there forever.

Half way through, Malfoy stirred for the first time since I started fucking him, and flipped around to lie on his back. He was wide awake then, wrapping his legs around my waist to pull me square on top of him. He came first, when I didn’t even have a chance to touch his cock, then I came spilling into his hole. He let me stay on top of him for a few minutes before throwing me down his mattress, finally reaching for his wand to cancel the alarm spell and cast a cleaning spell on both of us.

After that, Malfoy mumbled something incoherent and promptly went back to sleep, neither asking me to leave nor telling me to stay. Being too sated to move, I chose the latter.

When we woke up on Malfoy’s bed later, neither said anything about what happened and just went on with the day as normal.

30th September

I needed the loo when Malfoy was in the shower today, so I barged in the bathroom anyway. Malfoy complained about it being disgusting, so I rubbed all my disgustion on him. He didn’t complain anymore after that.

3rd October

Ron and Mione came to my room to hang out today. They spent the whole afternoon trying to win the Who got the worst roommates , fired complaint after complaint after complaint about Zabini and Parkinson. They took it as a surprise when I myself didn’t have that much complaint about Malfoy, and all the arguments I related seemed meek and not at all intense as they expected it would be. I told them I had my secrets, but before I could make a grand show revealing it to them, Malfoy came back from whatever lesson he just had.

Apparently, he had overheard parts of Ron’s and Mione’s complaints, so he started sneering and mocking. Based on his words, we Gryffindors were also a nightmare to live with as well. Then it soon turned into a heated fight - verbal fight, insults were thrown back and forth. It was almost amazing how Malfoy fought solo against three Gryffindors and not at all at a disadvantage. 

But then, it came to the point when Malfoy hurled slurs towards both Ron and Mione. Judging on Malfoy’s face, it seemed that he didn’t mean to say it in the first place, and had some distant remorse upon realising he had gone too far. He didn’t apologise, of course, it was not in his bones, but he stopped arguing and stormed into the bathroom. The sound of water running into the tub indicated that he would not show up for at least a while.

After that, Ron and Mione asked if I wanted to go to Hog’s head for a drink and complained more about our “giant shit of roommates”, but I told them I needed to get things straight with Malfoy first. After everything that happened, the git should have known better than to say those words again, towards my best friends, no less! Ron agreed, and Mione advised me not to kill him, then they both left me to it.

I barged into the bathroom as soon as they were gone, surprised to find Malfoy perching on the edge of the tub, naked, waiting for me. He must have predicted my move and decided to take the upperhand. He approached me, stripped me off to nothing, gave my cock a few strokes so that it was fully hard, and guided me to get in the tub that was herbal-scented and already filled with bubbles. He stepped into the other side of the tub after I settled down, and I thought he would sit there and we would get to play some sort of footjob, but then he slowly made his way to my side. He straddled my legs, took my cock in his hand, and I thought a handjob was not bad either. But then, Malfoy rose up a bit and when he sat down, my cock was directed to slide right into his well-lubed arse.

I knew this was a way of Malfoy apologising. Even though I couldn’t complain about it, I still preferred to have sex for light problems only, not the one who had led to war after war in the past. So I said “Fine, just don’t ever say those words again!”, and Malfoy nodded against my neck and rolled his hips faster as a way of saying he understood. 

From then, I finally could lay back and focus completely on enjoying being ridden in the best tub I’ve had in my life. 

4th October

Ron and Mione didn’t take my words when I said all went well with Malfoy yesterday. I repeated that I had a secret tip. Ron thought Malfoy behaved around me because he was afraid of me and that he knew I would thrash him in any fight. Mione thought I found out his dark secrets and used them to blackmail him. I laughed so hard and straightly told them that we simply had sex every time we had conflicts.  

Ron and Mione were both rendered speechless after that. The look on their faces were just priceless. So I took advantage of their silence to go so far as suggesting they try the same method with their roommates. Not exactly with their roommates, but Ron can try to hook up with Parkinson, and Mione can try Zabini. That will get everyone satisfied. Or if Mione doesn’t like Zabini (I know Ron won’t have any objection to a hot girl like Parkinson), she can take Malfoy, and let me have Zabini. Because Zabini’s body is just… fire. (It’s just bloody unfair again that all Slytherins have banging bodies!!!)

But my friends not only don’t appreciate my advice at all, but also suggest I go to the hospital to see if Malfoy has dosed me with anything. 

Well, good for them then, just don’t come whining to me how they can’t put up with their roommates like I can with mine.

5th October

Yesterday I asked Malfoy if Zabini was gay, you know, just in case Mione changed her mind and decided to take my wise words after all. Malfoy confirmed that Zabini swings both ways, and asked whether I was interested. His question had seemed casual, but after I confirmed that I was indeed interested and related the whole conversation with Ron and Mione to him, Malfoy suddenly snapped. Then we suddenly argued again, though the details were quite a blur to me. Probably because Malfoy had given me a FUCKING BLOWJOB afterwards. He was the one who got mad for no reason, so I happily enjoyed the compensation I deserved. In the end, I gave him back one after he’d done mine anyway. 

Because I’m generous and kind. 

Not because I wanted to taste that long thick cock or anything.

10th October

Malfoy overslept this morning and didn’t bother to turn off his fucking alarm again. So I had no choice but to come over his bed and blow him until he did. 

16th October

Gryffindor and Slytherin had the first Quidditch match of the year today. None of the eighth-years were allowed to play, but I wasn’t very disappointed. I knew for the fact that whatever the score was, I would still have sex tonight.

17th October

Slytherin lost to Gryffindor, and Malfoy was in an extremely foul mood, so I figured I could lose something else to him to be excluded from his temper. So it was my virginity that I chose. You must wonder, with everything I have written so far, even specifically mentioned somewhere that I slept with Ginny before, why do I still have that to offer, right diary? Well, of course I have lost my virginity, but it’s my arse’s virginity I’m talking about here. 

Because I let MALFOY FUCK ME!

TWICE!

And it was bloody AWESOME! 

Now I don’t even remember why I had so many reservations about bottoming before. Don’t get me wrong, I love topping Malfoy, but now I love bottoming for him just as much. I guess everything can be awesome as long as you get to do it with a fantastic arse or fantastic cock. Or in this case, both.

22nd October

Ron walked in on me sharing a tub with Malfoy today. He said he knocked and definitely heard me tell him to come before entering, and thus the misfortune to see the scene as aforementioned - the bathroom’s door wasn’t locked. Well, I did say the word come at that moment, but the whole sentence was actually I’m about to come , because Malfoy was giving me a footjob (fucking finally!) and I was indeed about to come. 

Ron was dumbfounded, stared at us for several minutes as if it was a violent crime scene, though I don’t know why he was so shocked. He already knew I was shagging Malfoy. Not to mention we were in a pretty decent position today, sitting separately at either end of the tub, the lower parts were completely hidden from sight (thanks to Malfoy’s eternal passion for bubbles). 

Ron was still stunned when Malfoy resumed his footjob again, so I had no choice but to be the one to break the silence (that or otherwise Ron would have to witness me come as well). I cleared my throat, barely managed to say Ron’s name when Ron jumped up, as if just being snapped out of a dream. He went full red from head to toes, muttered something incoherent and just… fled. 

Malfoy laughed and joked that maybe he just ran off to get more people here to watch, and if that was the case, we should do a much more scandalised thing to impress. I doubted it would ever be the case, nevertheless, I let Malfoy fuck me (after he finished his footjob) in a very scandalised position as he wished, which guaranteed all of my and Malfoy’s bits would be the first thing that anyone walked through our door would see.  

26th October

I accidentally knocked over Malfoy’s broom and caused it a TINY WEENY scratch. Malfoy got mad anyway. So other than having to trade my brand new broom for him (we had the same latest model so that wasn’t a terrible deal), I had to rim him for half an hour. 

28th October

Malfoy insulted my potion work this afternoon so I got a blowjob from him.

2nd November

I insulted Malfoy’s owl at breakfast so I gave him a blowjob.

6th November

AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!

I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE IT!

I bet you can never guess what I just saw, dear diary. Or else you will be in no better state than me.

BECAUSE I JUST FUCKING WALKED IN ON - prepare for the irony - RON AND ZABINI HAVING SEX!

REAL SEX!

IN THEIR ROOM!

RON IS FUCKING TIED UP TO THEIR BEDS BY TIES!!! 

WHILE BEING SNOGGED AND FUCKED SENSELESS BY ZABINI!!!  

I HAVEN’T EVEN GOT TO SNOG MALFOY YET! (We agreed that kissing was for couples only,  while we’re only roommates with benefits at best. Well, Malfoy said and I agreed. It’s the same reason why we don’t cuddle after sex, or spend the night together in one bed, or walk around naked even if there isn’t anything on our bodies that the other hasn’t seen.)

BUT THE IMPORTANT POINT HERE IS ZABINI WAS FUCKING RON!!!

RON BEING FUCKED BY ZABINI!!!

I DON’T KNOW BLOODY KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THAT!

MAYBE I SHOULD CALM DOWN FIRST.

7th November

Ok, I am calm now. 

Not calm enough to meet Ron, but I don’t need to worry about it yet because Malfoy, being so excited when I told him the event, had immediately rushed to Zabini’s room to check the story. He hadn’t had the chance to catch them in an interesting position as I did - Malfoy he had been very upset about that, but they hadn’t dressed yet when he barged in so at least he gained something.

According to Malfoy’s later exchange with them, it appeared that Ron and Zabini had started hooking up since the day Ron walked in on me and Malfoy in our room. Ron had been so shaken after that, and he chose to vent the whole thing to Zabini, who took it all in good fun and suggested Ron to do the same. When Ron didn’t, Zabini took it further and suggested perhaps Ron needed to have sex to actually see the fun in that. Then one thing led to another, that night, Ron ended up shagging Zabini. He indeed saw the fun in that, but refused to carry out the whole FREAKY FRIEND-WITH-BENEFITS thing like me and Malfoy. And Zabini agreed. 

So long story short, they were now dating. 

Real dating. 

Like a bloody couple. 

Doing bloody couple things.

Malfoy joked that if they weren’t going out, he would have offer to join them, because apparently “Weasley’s bloody fit and hung” and he really wanted to “be fucked raw by a big cock once in a while.” It was a direct blow at me so I didn’t bother pretending I didn’t know what he meant. I knew I was barely over average, couldn’t even compare to Zabini, let alone monsters like Malfoy or Ron, but that didn’t stop Malfoy from having a good time with it from time to time before. But this wasn’t something I can argue back with dignity, so I resolved to fume in silence and determined to give Malfoy the cold shoulder for the rest of the day,

Malfoy, however, realised his mistake and tried to soothe me immediately. He offered to be fucked raw by me to prove the point that “size wasn’t everything, especially when you have the skill like Harry Potter”. When I didn’t budge after that FAKE compliment, Malfoy went so far as offered to be tied up on his bed and I could do anything I wanted with him. But when I asked if I could kiss him, he paused. He did finally give consent to kissing, but only when we were making love, because apparently we’re still not “A FUCKING COUPLE”. I took advantage of the moment and asked why didn’t we go out and be “a fucking couple”, but Malfoy only played it off as a joke. 

I was being serious. And I knew he knew I was being serious. But if he acted that way, it was probably because he didn’t want it. So I dropped the subject at once.

In the end, I didn’t tie him up, we just had sex as normal. Well, at least I got my first kiss with Malfoy. 

Now I’m trying very hard to not dwell on the fact of how brilliant it was. 

11th November

I want to kiss Malfoy again - have to go three long days without it, so I made fun of Malfoy’s hair and suffered a hundred insults towards my hair, before I finally got shagged and snogged thoroughly.

16th November

I started another fight with Malfoy - wore his shirt and pretended it was a mistake. It turned out to be indeed a mistake when I gave him a blowjob after that. I guessed I couldn’t blame him for only giving me a brief close-lip kiss when my mouth still had the taste of his come. Still, I decided to keep his shirt to compensate for the half-hearted kiss. He seemed to have no problem with that. 

23rd November

It was clear that Ron and Zabini now fancied themselves as some sort of matchmakers and were trying to get Mione and Parkinson together. Since they became a couple, I stopped caring about what they usually did, but the problem was they were dragging me and Malfoy into this with them. They came up with all kinds of “group meetings”, where they would have six of us have a study session in the library, or go for a drink in Hogsmeade, or simply hang around in the common room. During which the couple would proceed to snog and do all kinds of inappropriate intimate displays in public, while encouraging me and Malfoy to do the same and throwing not-so-subtle hints towards Mione and Parkinson. 

I don’t know about Mione and Parkinson, but me and Malfoy were certainly uncomfortable as hell. Unlike them, we don’t exactly want to advertise our arrangement to the whole world. Just imagine if the Daily Prophet got wind of the Boy who lived and the ex Death Eater sleeping with each other as a way of solving all their disagreements. But Ron and Zabini seemed to not really care about it, they were in their honeymoon phase so they rarely cared about anything other than the wish to make everyone like them. 

Still, in so far, we still suffered these “group meetings”, as long as Ron and Zabini knew where to stop. They often did. But today, Zabini went a little too far and said that Malfoy’s father probably would be proud of him if he knew his son was successfully sucked up to me. Malfoy stormed off to our room immediately after that. I understood, even with all our fights - justified or fake - I never once dared bringing up the subject of Lucius Malfoy. I told Zabini to apologise to him, but Zabini just waved it off. According to him, Malfoy was being his dramatic self as always and he should be fine by tomorrow. I didn’t think so, but I said nothing else and followed Malfoy back to our room. Malfoy was on me the moment I walked through the door, snogging me as if he wanted to consume all of me. I didn’t know what was going on in his head, but if this was what he wanted, I happily gave it. 

The night ended up to be the longest night we shared together. We had sex, then just as we were laying on my bed catching our breath, Malfoy suddenly told me the story about the first time his father caught him with another boy. The boy was no other than Zabini. They were only kissing back then, but Lucius had immediately cast a TORTURE SPELL on Zabini for “spreading disease” to his son. Then Lucius proceeded to dose Draco with a dozen of potions to “get rid of the disease” and “make him right again”. Until now, that day was still one of the worst nightmares for Draco - and he practically lived with Voldie for more than a year. 

The story made me understand why Zabini had been so confident that Draco wouldn’t stay mad at him for bringing up Lucius in that context. He knew Draco still felt guilty about what happened. 

Well, Draco shouldn’t, it was entirely Lucius’ fault no matter which way you look at it. But being utterly useless in cheering people up, I didn’t know what to say to Draco, so I ended up telling him about my childhood. Not to compete for who had worse bringing up, I just wanted to offer something in exchange for the private story Draco had shared. Draco seemed to understand that, he listened with great intent, then shared some more about himself. And it went like that, we talked, then we had sex, then we talked some more, then we had sex again, then we continued to talk until the morning.

I feel like last night has brought our relationship up to a new level. I don’t know what it is exactly, but friends with benefits seemed to be suitable. Because we’re friends now, and we have benefits with each other.  

26th November 

The fact that we have become some sort of friends with benefits is clearer these days. We talk now, about almost everything as there’s no more limit after “the night of secret”. And we have sex when we want, without the need to start a fight first. Like yesterday, Draco straightly asked me if I wanted to join him in the bath. 

I, of course, jumped at the first chance. 

30th November 

Draco brought back to our room a relaxing potion he was experimenting with and he wanted to test it on me. I’m very cautious about trying strange potion these days - strange vials appeared in my mails from time to time, but when Draco told me that the way to apply his new potion was to rub it all over my body, kind of like a massage oil, I threw all caution out the window and stripped down to my toes for him. 

I should have never doubted Draco’s talent in potions. But even the pleasant soothing effect was nothing compared to Draco’s experienced hands caressing every place of my body. I asked him if we could make this a routine, maybe once a month, Draco laughed and said as long as I was willing to reciprocate, we could make it every week. 

I had absolutely no problem with that.

4th December

Ron and Zabini asked us to hang out in their room tonight. I think they will come up with something to force Mione and Parkinson together again, especially when it’ll be a private space. I talked to Draco about this when I was rubbing the relaxing potion on him this morning. Draco only snorted and said it was not bloody likely no matter what the crazy couple do, because Parkinson couldn’t be more straight. She is actually dating TWO boys at the same time. Not only both boys know about the other’s existence, but they’re also totally cool with it. According to Draco, both relationships are just flings, so the two boys have no problem with sharing one girl. In fact, Draco suspects they have threesomes from time to time, even though Parkinson never straight out confirms. 

I suppose it’s understandable given how Parkinson looks. Draco, on the other hand, doesn’t agree with me because he doesn’t think Parkinson “is that hot”. While I think she has the best tits in Hogwarts, he says it looks uncomfortable and suffocating. In that aspect, he prefers Mione’s chest better. But since he’s gay, all his opinions about girl’s breasts are moot points. I told him as much and he accused me of the same thing. But at least I have experience with a girl, whereas he fled at the first side of a flat groin.

He couldn’t argue with that - how could he when I’d never been more right - so he changed the subject into whether I would like to have a threesome. I said no, Draco was enough for me to contend with, in one way or another. Then I asked if he had some other friends with benefits other than me. I know I have no right to be mad or jealous if he had, but I’m glad that he also said I was enough for him to contend with.

5th December

I was right about Ron and Zabini planning something for last night - which turned out to be a silly drinking-kissing game. I wanted to drink, but I didn’t actually want to kiss anyone other than Draco. I was about to back out of the game, quite happy when seeing Draco have the same attention, when Parkinson put a stop to it at once. She knew their target was to make her and Mione kiss. Everyone in the room knew that. 

“If I kiss Granger, it’s not bloody because I have to do it under pressure.” was what she said before she straight out pulled Mione into a snog. To my surprise, Mione didn’t immediately pull away, appeared to be absorbed in it even. Ron and Zabini cheered and howled like maniacs of course, even more so when two girls broke off and left for their room right after that. Draco and I, while still confused about what just happened, glad that there was no need for the game. Zabini suggested that we should play anyway, but we already dragged ourselves half way through the door by then. 

We were much happier to make out on our own bed, thank you very much.

10th December

I went to Hogsmeade for Christmas shopping with Draco today. Well, technically it was with the group, but Ron sneaked out with Zabini the moment we walked past Hogwarts gate and Parkinson kept dragging Mione to girly stores, so we were alone most of the time, not that I complain. We had a lot of fun together, going from shops to shops, discussing which gift to buy for whom, teasing each other’s taste while doing so, having lunch and getting a blowjob in the loo of Puddifoot’s Tea Shop - Draco insisted dragging me there after he learnt about my disaster date with Cho, having a shag in the Shrieking Shack - I dragged him there because… well, because I always wanted to have a shag there, meeting other members of the group in the Hog’s Head, then ending with me returning the earlier blowjob in the back alley because the loo was all occupied. 

If anyone asks me how I describe my perfect date, this will certainly be it. But I know better than to bring the word “date” in front of Draco, because history suggests that he doesn’t want us to be a couple. 

No matter how much couple-y we have already looked.

15th December

It’s been forever since the three of us got to sit together without the presence of other three Slytherins, and I had been so excited to catch up with Ron and Mione. In the end, it was only me and Mione though, Ron abandoned us in the last minute to come to Slytherin party with his boyfriend. But eventually, his missing turns out to be a good thing. Mione and I got to talk about things that we wouldn’t be comfortable with him there. 

Mione confided in me that there’s actually nothing going on between her and Parkinson, which I don’t know why I wasn’t surprised one bit. The kiss the other night turns out to be their plan all along, an attempt to put a stop to Ron’s and his boyfriend’s further ridiculous schemes to get them together. Like Parkison, Mione isn’t bent and she’s actually been reconnecting with Krum since the war ended. Parkinson, surprisingly, has been the only one to know about it until Mione told me today. Mione doesn’t want to tell Ron, partly because of their short but unhappy relationship back in summer that results in the awkward situation between them until now, even more so when Ron started dating Zabini and acted all weird with the whole Mione-Parkinson under Zabini’s influence. 

She also asked me about my thing with Draco and was shocked when I admitted so willingly that I liked him and wanted to go out with him. Apparently Mione thought that I might be in some sort of denial about my feelings for Draco. Well, I’m not, I know exactly how I feel about him, but I also know that Draco wants nothing more than our current friends-with-benefits relationship. 

Mione reckoned that I was wrong, that Draco indeed has feelings for me. She said she could see it in the way he looked at me. She even suggested that I should try to ask him out again. 

Well, I’ll be glad if that’s true, but unless Draco tells me that himself, I won’t make any further move on it. I’m happy with where we are and I won’t risk anything that may sabotage it. 

19th December

The break’s in three days, which will last for two weeks, which means two weeks without sex, so I want to make the most use of the few days left to make up for it. Luckily, Draco seems to have the same idea. 

So shagging is basically the only thing we do these days other than compulsory time for eat, sleep and class. I think the same situation will repeat when we return from the break, now that there’s no limit and we just go for it whenever we want, so I’ll stop updating you about every time we have sex, diary. Though I’m sure if I have anything else as interesting and writing-worthy as that. 

But I will try for your sake, dear diary.

21st December 

Before we left for the train today, I asked Draco to give me a love bite. He never gave me one before. This seemed to be a perfect opportunity to ask for one - no one would pry at the Weasley’s, and I’ll have something to suffer through the two sexless weeks. Draco pointed out that I can always find someone else to sleep with if I want to, though he eventually did give me the love bites as I wish. Many love bites, in fact. To the point that my neck is almost covered completely with bruises. I was very satisfied with all the marks, but also couldn’t help but wonder if Draco would sleep with someone else during the break. His need, nor mine, is usually not so high and urgent, but we’ve been having sex a lot lately that it may be difficult to suddenly go celibate. So, there’s still a chance that Draco would have the need to find someone to release the tension. 

The wonder kept nagging my mind, in the end, I broke down and asked Draco directly. Draco only smirked and teased me for being jealous. Of course I would be jealous and furious if something like that happened, but it’s not like I have the appropriate reason to be so. Instead, I only said that I only asked to prepare myself if I were to taste another man’s taste on Draco after the break. Draco only laughed. 

Until we almost reached London station, Draco suddenly asked me to give him a love bite as well. Even more shocked when he urged me to do it right when we were surrounded by our friends. Granted, they already knew about our affair, but Draco never allowed any pda before. Not that I mind it. I sort of look forward to it even. I’m sick of watching Ron and Zabini wrapping around each other for the last eight hours on the train, and even Mione and Parkinson looked a lot cosier than us, huddling in a corner whispering and snickering. So before Draco could change his mind again, I dived in and sucked his neck madly. 

Almost at once, everyone else all had something to say about it, but I barely heard a thing - having my face pleasantly buried in the smooth skin. Plus, Draco didn’t stop me, so I just went for it, giving the best I could. Until the train came to a full stop did I reluctantly emerge again, ended up bruising Draco’s neck no less than he bruised mine. 

Thankfully, Draco didn’t complain. He even gave a satisfied smile and a wink before getting off the train. I wanted to pull him back for one last kiss but it was too late. Draco had disapparated as soon as his feet touched the ground. 

24th December

The air is somewhat heavier this year at the Burrow. There’s no Fred, but everyone is trying hard to not dwell on his missing, or at least pretend to look alive about it. Ginny won’t be back until after boxing day, she has a practice match right on Christmas day with the Harpies. Though I suppose whether Ginny is here won’t make much difference to me, she’s been avoiding me like a plague since she dumped me back in summer. It wasn’t her fault. Looking back now, I sort of deserved that back then, practically clinging on to her every step, begging her to take me back. 

Thank Merlin she didn’t budge, otherwise I would never realise what I truly want like I do now.

Still, Christmas eve’s dinner was great in its own way. The food was excellent as always, and we were joined by many others. Mione visited with her parents, who looked quite disturbed entering a wizard’s house for the first time. Charles returned from his work in Romania. Fleur brought her mother, who was visiting to take care of Fleur during her pregnancy course. Percy brought his girlfriend, Audrey, whose sense of humour unfortunately was no better than Percy himself. And Ron invited Zabini over, who successfully charmed the whole Weasley’s clan, except for Molly. Molly thought he didn’t have a very positive influence on Ron, therefore, didn’t allow him to stay the night. I was thrilled. If I have to go two weeks with only some fading hickeys, I’ll feel much better if I have my best mate suffer alongside me. 

25th December

You will never believe what Draco has given for Christmas, dear diary, because he fucking sent me his NUDE PHOTO!!! 

FIVE! FIVE PICTURES OF HIM MASTURBATING!!!

ONE HAS HIM LAYING ON HIS BED, LOOPS AT HIM STROKING HIS ERECTION LEISURELY! (I can’t believe I will ever be that jealous of a hand!)

ONE ZOOMS SO CLOSELY TO HIS WRINKLED BALLS AND FLUSHED HEAD! (Gosh, how I wish I were there to drag my tongue all over it!!!)

ONE CAPTURES THE PERFECT MOMENT OF HIM SHOOTING OUT, WHITE FLUID SPILLED OUT ALL OVER THE LOOSE FIST! (I know the pictures don’t have sound but I swear I heard Draco’s moan and scream perfectly clear!) 

AND THE OTHER TWO HAVE HIM ON ALL FOUR, A TOY SLIPPING IN AND OUT OF HIS FUCKING HOLE AND IT FUCKING VIBRATING AND HE FUCKING COME AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!

I cannot show you the pictures, diary, because all these five photos will go to my wallet, where I can both look at them whenever I want and also keep them from prying eyes. I already had to suffer enough when Ron saw one photo this morning - I wasn’t aware that Draco would send me something that bold when I opened the present in front of Ron. Luckily, Ron only got a brief glance at the full-body one, otherwise I don’t know what will keep me from blinding my friend on the spot. That, and the fact that Ron was quite upset finding out his cock isn’t the biggest in town.

Still, I can show you the letter Draco sent me. Well, not exactly a letter, more like a note that came with the pictures and the blindfold - Ah yes, Draco also gave me a blindfold, which made me feel less stupid about my gift to him - an alarm clock that I meddled to ring “Rise and Shine” in HUMAN language. You can see the note for yourself here.

Merry Christmas Harry,

Please use this blindfold to go to sleep and shut the fuck up anytime there so much a glint of light in the room.

Also, something else for you to entertain if the love bites are not enough.

Lustfully,

Draco L.M.

And guess what, I just have the greatest idea to repay his thoughtful gift!

27th December

Apparently my gift was very well received. I’ve been afraid that a memory of me masturbating Draco’s pictures is too tasteless, or that Draco doesn’t have a pensive to see it (which is unlikely, because the Malfoy own everything), but all went extremely well. Draco wrote back and played it off as if he now had something to hold blackmail against me, but I know him well enough now to know that he liked it. He did warn me not to send anymore though, he was “unbearably randy enough” with just one. So unless I showed up at his house and did exactly like the memory, in front his eyes, on his bed, we can wait a few days to go back to school and I can do exactly like the memory, in front his eyes, on his bed.

Actually we don’t need to wait until the break is over. Zabini will take Ron to a club tonight and he invites me along. I can meet Draco there, or even sneak to his house and spend the night there, but Draco has to visit his father in prison and he doesn’t know when he can be back. So staying at home and jerking off to Draco’s nudes it is.

The break couldn’t end soon enough…

28th December

Ron seems kinda down since he returned from the club in the middle of the night. He doesn’t want to talk about it so I try not to pry.  

Am I a bad friend when a small part of me is happy that something happened between Ron and Zabini? I don’t hate them, I’m just jealous of them sometimes. I don’t wish for them to break up, but I’m glad they are not the perfect couple-in-honeymoon like they pretend to be all the time.  

30th December

Ginny comes home today. She looks lovely as ever and doesn’t avoid me anymore. We don’t talk much, she has many brothers to catch up, but I feel like we’re almost back to normal. Like she’s only my best friend’s sister and I’m only her brother’s friend. I think we can finally work as friends.  

[30 minutes after midnight]

1st January

So Ginny kissed me. 

When the clock strikes at midnight. 

She just reached up and kissed me, as if it was that easy. 

I didn’t return the kiss.

Not only because I was caught by surprise.

But also the moment her lips touched mine, there was a voice in my head that instantly chanted NO!

That wasn’t what I wanted.

She wasn’t who I wanted.

I felt nothing with the kiss, only the swelling guilt, as if I was cheating on Draco, even though I wasn’t.

Ginny didn’t say anything when I cut the kiss short and pushed her away.

I told her that I liked someone else now. 

She was clearly surprised, but recovered quickly. She smiled and apologised. She didn’t ask who it was though. I don’t think Ron told her yet. Maybe she just simply doesn’t care. 

I said I hoped that we could still be friends. 

She laughed and advised me to not take it too seriously, because “Of course we can be friends, Harry! Just think of it as a good luck kiss for the new year!”

It didn’t feel like good luck to me, but I thanked her in the end. 

At this point, nothing will feel like good luck until I kiss Draco anyway. 

Gosh, tomorrow couldn’t come here soon enough.

2nd January

Draco was very excited to drag me to the bathroom the second we stepped on the train, which I would do anyway if he hadn’t initiated. However, once there, he kissed me fervently and suddenly pulled short after just a mere second. He asked me if I had been kissing anyone else during the holiday, because apparently “there’s something different in the way” I kiss. 

Until now, I still don’t understand how the fuck can he tell that.

But the fact remained that I did kiss someone else, even if it was no more than a brush on the lips, so I told him what happened with Ginny. The first thing Draco asked afterwards was if the two of us got back together. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m only asking because as low as my reputation goes, I’m still not pathetic enough to share the same man with Ginny Weasley.” was his explanation for the question as well as his relief sigh after I confirmed no for the answer. I doubt it was all that meant, but Draco already kissed me again and undid my pants. And when his mouth descended on my cock, I officially willingly dropped the subject completely.

But Draco didn’t. Right when I’m about to sit on his cock, he asked why. It took me bloody long to finally realise he was asking why I didn’t get back with Ginny. And it also took me bloody long to come up with another answer than “Because I like you and I want to be with you” - my instinct told me that wasn’t wise to tell Draco something like that, even if it was the truth. Instead, I stroked the cock below me, whispered into his ear: “Aren’t you of all people supposed to know the most about how I prefer cock over pussy?”. I took great pride when he looked up at me hungrily, stopped restraining himself, forced my hips down in one smooth move and started thrusting me madly.

Still, as soon as we finished and backed to the compartment, Draco wheeled back to the subject again. He pointed out that I had sex with Ginny before, therefore, I could be bisexual. Therefore, my reason for not wanting to get back with Ginny was invalid. I was going to ignore all his babbling, I wasn’t sure what Draco was trying to get me to say but too sated to care, then Ron suddenly chimed in. He sneered and I quote: “Harry didn’t get back with Ginny probably because he doesn’t want to lose Malfoy’s big fat cock.” And then he had to add. “Anyway, I saw the pictures you sent to Harry, and I must say, nice stuff you’ve got there, Malfoy.”

Now, I don’t know what Ron and Zabini were fighting about, the same fight that resulted from the night at the club, but they hadn’t talked to each other, hadn’t sneaked to some corner of the train, or hadn’t performed any live porno in front of us since the train departed. Then out of nowhere, Ron made such a comment about Draco, which was clearly a blow aimed at his boyfriend. Zabini snapped back instantly “Yeah, then why don’t you just go and suck his cock already?” and a screaming battle between those two was fired. No one could get a word in, nor actually understood what they were arguing over to intervene, so the war continued until Ron gave up first and stormed out of the compartment. Zabini followed shortly. 

Mione and I thought of finding Ron and talking to him, but decided against it in the end. For all we knew, he and Zabini could already be having make-up sex. Instead, Mione turned back to Parkinson and her tarot cards, while I had to listen to Draco’s nonstop rant related to the event of Ron seeing his stuff. Eventually, it was Mione that couldn’t stand Draco talking another word about his cock and begged me to shut him up. So I did, shut him up in the most traditional but effective way. If Draco had any problem with us snogging in front of others for the first time, he certainly didn’t mind it anymore when he pressed me down the bench, lied on top of me and mauled my lips for hours on end. 

5th January

Draco asked me to go flying with him today. We played a couple of seeker games - the most fun I have on air in a long time! After that, he helped me fulfil my dream of having sex in the Quidditch pitch. And then it was my turn to help him fulfil his dream of having sex while FLYING! I didn’t even know something like that was possible, but it did! We had to use both our brooms for support, and only dared to experiment it in the broomshed, of a low altitude. We spent several minutes trying to find a doable situation. I was very close to giving up, but Draco kept insisting and eventually we did find one that worked. It wasn’t as satisfying as we both hoped, the fear of falling midsex never disappeared. However, we did gain something from the wild adventure - the broomstick, surprisingly, proved to be a very interesting use in sex.

8th January

We shagged in the potion classroom today, when it was empty, of course, which was also both my and Draco’s dream, but probably for different reasons. 

Anyway, we now establish a new goal for the rest of the school year - have sex in as many places at Hogwarts as possible. 

Dear diary, I will sure keep you updated about that.

10th January

Eighth-years common - CHECKED! 

(We both want to do it in the Gryffindor and Slytherin common room, but it seems like a hard deal, especially when we no longer live there. Still, if the chance ever comes…)

13th January

The restricted section of the library - CHECKED!

17th January

The Forbidden Forest - CHECKED! (Only at the edge, we don’t see any reason going further)

Hagrid Hut - CHECKED! (This was just a spur of the moment, we were walking past and Hagrid invited us in for tea then abandoned us halfway because a Kappa was giving birth)

18th January

Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom - CHECKED!

The chamber of secrets - CHECKED! And CHECKED! (Draco was very impressed with me showing him the room :) )

20th January

The chamber of secrets - CHECKED again! (I’m starting to worry that Draco would want to pay homage to this place. He seemed exceedingly enthusiastic here)

24th January

Filch’s office - CHECKED! 

28th January

Prefect bathroom - try again later

(It was sort of our fault, first was to assume there would be no one around at midnight, therefore not check the map before going; and second was to focus too much on snogging to not notice the bath was already occupied by not one, not two, but THREE people. It was Parkinson and her two boyfriends. So the rumour was true after all. But the night wasn’t totally fruitless, I finally got to admire Parkison’s magnificent bare breasts - which was, once again, proved that Draco knows fuck about a girl’s beauty. He said it looked suffocating, well, look at that, the Head Boy seemed to really enjoy suffocating his whole face with it. He only glanced at us once since we came in before returning to his nipples sucking, while the other boy, no idea who he was, was bold enough to ask us to join in. Parkinson didn’t show whether she welcomed the idea or not, but did recommend the other side of the bath for us - it was a large bath after all. But Draco already dragged me halfway to the exit and threw behind some vague threats about keeping secrets. We ended up shagging in another pretty brazen place, where no one else could see us, just like Draco wanted.) 

The centre of the Great Hall - CHECKED!

31st January

Greenhouse 1 - CHECKED!

Greenhouse 3 - CHECKED!

4th February

The chamber of secrets - CHECKED AGAIN! (I admit this was on me. We were arguing over the next place and I accidentally brought it up. Draco, of course, seized the chance without hesitation.)

7th February

The Room of Requirement - CHECKED and CHECKED!

12th February

The castle’s outside wall, near the main window of Huffpuff’s common room - CHECKED! (We were taking a walk after dinner - we do it sometimes we don’t want to join the study group in the library - and felt horny, so we just went for it.)

14th February

The first floor’s bathroom - CHECKED!

(A little disappointed when we didn’t choose a better place for Valentine, but it wasn’t like this day meant anything to us. Plus, Draco had a party in Slytherin’s common room this evening, so we had to make use of the lunch break.)

15th February

So… Draco returned to our common room last night, thoroughly drunk. According to Zabini, who escorted him back and dumped him on the sofa the moment he saw me sitting on it, they were playing a kissing game in the party and Draco drank every time it was his turn so he didn’t have to kiss anyone else. Zabini, on the other hand, appeared completely sober, which Ron quickly caught up on. Then they suddenly started screaming again, right in front of half the eighth-years, and it became clear what Ron was mad about back at Christmas. 

Apparently, when they were at the club, Zabini had been quite libertine: flirting with other men, allowing to be touched and flirted with, even going so far as to share a deep kiss with another, and claiming it was “normal things people did in a club” and that “it meant nothing”. Ron clearly didn’t agree. Zabini managed to make up with Ron eventually, at some point when me and Draco were having all kinds of sex adventures, until last night, when Zabini shoved his tongue down half of the Slytherin in the name of a game. In my opinion, Ron would surely get mad, but he wouldn’t be enraged that quickly if it hadn’t been for Draco. Basically, Ron’s point was why Draco could  refuse to kiss anyone and choose to get drunk instead when he wasn’t even in a relationship, but Zabini couldn’t do it for his own boyfriend? Since this might involve me and expose my affair with Draco, I choose to sit aside quietly.

Turns out it didn’t need the two of them to expose my secret. Ever since Zabini dumped Draco down next to me, he promptly became a boneless lump that draped around my body, his legs straddled my hips, his arms swung around my shoulders, and his mouth absentmindedly sucked my neck. People didn’t notice at first, too engrossed in Ron’s and Zabini’s screaming scene, but as soon as the pair stormed off to different directions, they caught us right away. Most people seemed not so surprised at how Draco was licking all over my face, but rather at the fact that we finally did something like that in the open. I guess we’re rather obvious, especially with all the crazy shag in public places recently. Amid the teasing and catcall from my friends, I even heard someone, no, many ones, talk about a bet in progress.

Still, despite the unexpected acceptance, I couldn’t stay there anymore. Draco had started attacking my mouth vigorously, and his hand had begun to roam quite indecently. I didn’t mind, but Draco would certainly hate himself when he’s sober again, so I carried him in my arms back to our room, amid, once again, roaring catcalls. 

And now comes the important part.

Probably the important part like you’re thinking, dear diary, I’ve decided to skip telling you that part today.

So, yeah, we had fantastic sex and I spent the rest of the night sleeping with Draco on his bed. Not that I took advantage of him being drunk and thus couldn’t shoo me away, mind you, but he actually insisted I slept there with him. He even clung to me like a human koala to prevent me from leaving. So how do I ever resist that?

Then morning came and I woke up with Draco still in my arms, but instead of sleeping soundly, he was staring at me, face inscrutable. He stayed frozen like that even when I kissed him and teased him for what he did last night. Then the first thing he did was apologising for what happened, that he had acted foolishly, that everything was a mistake, and that such a thing would never happen again. 

It was like someone poured a bucket of cold water on me. Here I was, thinking of confessing my feelings for Draco, officially asking him out again, and fantasising about finally being able to kiss as many times as I want, with or without the presence of anyone else. I really don’t understand why he was so stubborn about not committing to this relationship - we already do everything a normal couple do. Or what he was so afraid of? Other people already know about what we’re doing and they are either fine with it or simply don’t care. 

I voiced my question to him just as much. 

In return, Draco slowly detached himself from me and got up. He was quiet for a while, and I had hoped that it meant he was considering my idea. But no, when he said, it was “I think we shouldn’t have sex anymore.” That’s it, no more explanation, just those words hung on the air as he left the bed, left the room without looking back once. 

And I…

I don’t know what else to do other than writing in you, dear diary. 

[Later that day]

15th February

I had planned to have a rational conversation with Draco this evening, when he wasn’t hungover, and I wasn’t too caught up in the bliss of the night before. Now that I have more time to think, I realise the reason why Draco acted like he did was probably because of his father, and maybe his mother too. I should have realised sooner. Draco had told me that his visit at prison was a downright disaster - Lucius had rambled on and on about the responsibility of Malfoy’s heir, making acquaintance with powerful faces to restore the family’s name, urging him to soon get married to a noble pureblood witch??? and soon produce the next generation of Malfoy??? It was nothing but a load of crap, even Draco agreed with me. Still, it didn’t mean that those things didn’t imprint on his nerves and alter all his decisions thusly, like it always did his whole life. And that was the thing I would have to focus on, the barrier I have to break down, if I ever wanted to convince Draco to change his mind. 

Unfortunately, I never had the chance. While I was moping around with my own romantic problem, Ron and Zabini had officially broken up. And to avoid a very awkward living situation, at breakfast, Ron had asked to switch rooms with Draco, who leapt at the chance so readily. He was trying to avoid another potential awkward living situation with me, obviously, after he mercilessly put a stop to our shagging. 

So now, I’m sharing a room with Ron, probably for the rest of the school year. Apparently we can always switch rooms from the start, nobody actually checked. I wish we did that, because that way, Draco would never complicate my life like he did now. 

But it would be a lie, wouldn’t it? I don’t regret living with Draco one bit, because even if we hit a reef now, there’s always hope for the future. My feelings don’t suddenly go away just because he lives one room from me, or that we don’t have sex anymore. Actually, I think it may be helpful in the end even. Who knows, Draco has more time, more space for himself to think, maybe he will finally come to terms with his feelings for me (I know for certain that he has feelings for me, no one can say otherwise) and willing to drop every guard to accept the idea of us. 

I will just wait then.

Yeah, fucking wait…

18th February

Sharing the room with Ron isn’t as fun as I expect. Ron is still very unstable with the whole break-up with Zabini, which not only doesn’t take my mind off the Draco thing, but also adds extra to my existing stress. And the worst thing is I cannot have sex to release all the stress. So it builds up my frustration even more.

I don’t blame Ron, of course, nor does he blame me for not actively being there for him after he finds out Draco has just ended things with me too. The only difference between the two of us is, out of the miserable pair, I am the one who still holds hope for a bright future. No matter that the compulsory patience is killing me. 

Ron, on the other hand, is completely hopeless.

22nd February

Can you guess what Parkinson suggested us to do today???

I bet you can’t, because nobody in their right mind can!!!

To quote: “Nothing that a good shag can’t solve, so maybe you and Weasley just need to HOOK UP. If you can’t find someone, you can always SLEEP WITH EACH OTHER. I advise Draco and Blaise just the same.”

Can you believe that? Me and Ron sleeping together? How can she possibly suggest such a thing? Gosh, it’s like telling me and Mione to sleep together. Equally cringy. Gives me cold sweats just to picture it.  

Thankfully, my thoughts are exactly Ron’s thoughts, so I don’t need to speak up for Parkinson to suffer - Ron’s winding up was more than enough.

Still, her words bothered me in another way. She said she advised Draco the same. I can’t help but wonder whether he would actually take that ridiculous advice. He’s avoiding me still, but if Parkinson’s words are to be trusted, he’s doing a poor job too. It’s possible that he will choose the available way to get his mind off me. Draco and Zabini never shagged, but they have a history - snogging and a couple of handjobs. And from it to shagging is only a thin line. 

Should I ask Parkinson to tell Draco not to sleep with Zabini? I know I don’t have any rights, but I just can’t stand the idea of it happening!...

25th February

Breakfast was the rare moment I managed to catch Draco alone. Well, actually we bumped into each other, he exited the Great Hall and I entered, and I took the chance to ask him directly whether he’s sleeping with his new roommate or not. He finally looked straight at me for the first time since Valentines, studying my face with a frown as if wondering why on earth did I ask such a stupid question, before shaking his head. His soft “No” almost made me want to fly. And his question “And you?” strengthened my belief that he still cared about me. And his smirk when I said no brightened up my day than anything else could.

And just like that, all my frustration and misery of the past few days dissolved.  

28th February

For Ron’s birthday, we have decided to throw a small party in our room. I’m so excited, because Draco is also invited and has confirmed that he will come no matter whether Zabini likes it or not. I can take this chance to reconnect with him. I won’t push him, but a kiss can’t hurt anyone, can it?

1st March

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

FUCK EVERYONE

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10th March

Hey diary,

You’re probably wondering what happened on Ron’s birthday. I’m sorry by the way, for burning a hole in you. Then drowning you in the sink for hours. But you see that I fixed it already, good as new, isn’t it?

So… There’s no easy way to say this, so I just go ahead and put it out there then. 

Ron kissed Draco.

You must think that there must be some misunderstanding, because how could my best friend in the whole world kiss the person who he was perfectly aware that I love, right diary? But I assure you, there is no misunderstanding here.

I saw it with my own eyes. It was on Ron’s birthday afternoon, before the party even began. I returned to my room after class, the door was ajar and through that gap was the sight of both of them ON MY BED, SNOGGING AS IF THEIR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. You can’t say that maybe it was just a brief kiss, a friendly one of sort, because I was there, and they were snogging for as long as I was there, tongue and all. There was no sign of either of them being forced into this, both looked very enjoyed moulding their mouths together.

I wanted to barge in and throw them apart, perhaps give them both a punch each. Still, I was stunned, frozen in place, helplessly watched them rolling together on MY BED, then realised I had no right to interfere. While they had every right to get together. So I watched and watched, until I saw Ron’s hands reach down and cup Draco’s groin and it became too much for me. So I left, as quietly as I have never been there.

It was ten days ago. Ten days I avoided all my friends. I don’t know what is going on, if Draco and Ron have become an item now, or if Ron has replaced me to be Draco’s new friend-with-benefit. If they have, they certainly keep it a secret too. And I’m too afraid to ask anyone.

So I’ve been hanging out at Neville’s room, or Seamus’, or Dean’s, returning to my room only when I’m sure Ron has gone to sleep. The fact that his bed has only one person every night doesn’t make me feel any better. I know how Draco feels about spending the night with someone. 

And Ron, if he notices any difference about me, he certainly doesn’t show it. Not when I suddenly ask Mione to sit between us in class. Not when I turned down the invitation to spend Easter at the Burrow. Not when I pretend to not hear his question at meals. Not when I pretend I don’t know him at all.

So yeah, that’s the sum up of the situation. I don’t think I will ever move on from this, dear diary, and I’m not sure if I really want to move on. But life moves on, I guess…

Hmmm, that’s pretty cliché, isn’t it? But I don’t really know what else to say…

14th March

I think Mione knows what happened. She keeps giving worried looks mixed with pity, and more than once attempted to talk to me. I bolted every time, like a coward. I don’t want to face my problem. Right now, I’m only counting on time to make it no longer a problem.

16th March

I think the whole group know what happened now. I can see it in the way they look at me. The way they hold themselves in my presence. The air if we’re in the same area.

But fuck them! Fuck them! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck all of them!

19th March

Ron approached me last night. He was clever enough to not do it in the plain daylight, when I could easily bolt, but in the middle of the night instead, when I just returned to our room after Dean shooed me out of his room. Ron even waited until I changed into my pyjamas and got to bed before cornering me. 

Like I expect, he apologised for kissing Draco the other day and tried to explain. Basically, all his points can be summed up to: 

• Draco came early that day to bring over the booze for the party
• They had a brief talk about Zabini, and then about me 
• Ron asked Draco why he didn’t want to go out with me even though he clearly liked me
• Draco denied he liked me, and that the whole thing with me was just a fling
• Ron challenged Draco to prove it
• So they just… fucking kissed like that
• Ron didn’t mean to let it get that far, but he got caught up in the moment
• Draco stopped them in the end, before they went any further than snogging
• And they didn’t say anything to me because they didn’t expect me to see that one-time thing. Nothing else has happened between them since then. Draco didn’t even come to Ron’s birthday party that night (well, clearly I didn’t know that because I wasn’t at Ron’s birthday party either)
• And Ron was very sorry

I told Ron he had nothing to be sorry for after his explanation speech. It’s not like there’s something wrong with him kissing another boy.  It’s not like Draco was mine or anything. But that as far as I can manage to get out. Ron didn’t give up though, he tried to apologise again, talking about how he knew I liked Draco, how betrayed I must feel after seeing that scene, how he would be mad the same way if he saw me kissing Zabini even if they broke up now, etc. etc. I didn’t reply this time. Ron tried a few more times before realising I wasn’t likely to respond again, and quietly retreated to his bed. We both lay awake for a very long time after that, but neither said anything else. 

20th March

I almost had a heart attack when I came back to my room last night and found Draco lying on his bed, reading and alone (thank god!). I had thought I came to the wrong room, but I didn’t, and Draco indeed lay there, looking up at me as I went in. A quick scan told me that his stuff had come back with him. I didn’t really know what this meant, but I decided to not ask. He said hello as I reached my bed, his voice sounded very much like he was trying to be cheerful. He explained that Ron had decided to return to his old room. When I didn’t say anything, he started a couple more questions, about where I’d been, do I mind him coming back, do I mind him reading late, etc. etc. Like Ron the night before, he went quiet when I went to bed without breathing a single word.

I woke up this morning to the sight of Draco showering, the bathroom’s door clearly was left open purposely. I cursed myself for getting aroused almost instantly, and tried my best to not throw every caution away and just jump in the spray, or to not even sneak my hand down and take care of my cock. It was practically a torture, even more so when Draco got out of shower and started walking naked around the room. 

It was one of his original rules for our “fling” to not walk around naked, and Draco wasn’t the type that broke his principle for no reason. 

I just didn't know what this meant. 

I decided to not care. 

So I threw my blanket over my head, however cowardly it looked, until the other person left the room. 

22th March

Draco turned every light in the room on last night so he could read late. 

I threw the blindfold he gave me aside, and pulled the blanket over my head again.

23th March

Draco used his wand alarm today - he hasn’t used it since I gave him the alarm clock - and let it hissed for forever without bothering to turn it off.

I simply got up and left the room. 

24th March

Today, Draco made fun of my hair, my clothes, my work, even my friends.

I used silence to meet all the insults.

24th March

Draco did something to my broom that made half the twig violently destroyed - I wasn’t there but I knew it was done intentionally. 

I just threw the broom away and made sure he saw me writing to order a new broom right after.

27th March

Draco seems to stop attempting to get a rise out of me. He hasn’t tried anything in three days. He hasn’t tried to talk to me as well, but his eyes follow me everytime we’re in the same room, calculating. 

In the meantime, Mione successfully caught me yesterday. Well, to be precise, she came to my room and let herself in even when I protested. Still, when she failed to get any word out of me, she had to monologue for an hour. She told me that she had told Ron off when she found out what happened and she, as well as Parkinson (to no one’s ask), were totally on my side. Then she had a serious conversation with Draco off (I can’t believe there was a day Draco Malfoy actually sat through a talk about his love life with Hermione Granger), and she suggested I should do the same. Or at least allow Draco a chance to talk. 

The last sentence made me suddenly wonder whether it was actually Draco that sent her to talk to me. They have sort of developed a bond even before the event that led to me cutting all of them off. 

Anyway, if Draco wants to talk, just talk. He has many opportunities. It’s not like I will put a silencing charm on him if he opens his mouth or something. History shows that I don’t even bolt when he approaches me. He is the one who avoids the talk here, not me.

30th March

I don’t know what Mione has told Draco after our talk, but Draco did finally make the move last night. He was sitting on the edge of his bed when I purposely turned in late, and I knew instantly what that meant. I pretended like I didn’t though, and got in my bed as usual though. I heard him let out several deep breaths, and I did the same, ready myself for what was coming.

Till then, I’ve imagined how the conversations went for a million times, but I never expected Draco’s first words were “You are the saviour of everyone in Britain and I’m a former Death Eater”. And here’s the rest of it goes.

“You are the saviour of everyone in Britain and I’m a former Death Eater.” Draco repeated as if he’s afraid I didn’t hear it the first time he said it. “If we get together, that will never go well. I know what you think, you think I said no to you over and over because of my father. Well, I admit that’s part of the reason, but my father is not even the biggest problem here. It’s people, Harry. It’s everyone else. Can you imagine what they will do to me if they know we’re together? I remember you told me Ginny Weasley got hate mail on a daily basis when you two dated, many of them even contained hexed and cursed objects. And Ginny is your best friend’s sister. While I’m the criminal of the society that deserved prison. No matter the truth, people will always assume that I seduce you - their worshipped hero - with a love potion or a dark curse or something. Well, I think you can imagine what will happen to someone like that. I know you like me, and I like you too, but I want a safe, normal life now, Harry. And being with you will be the total opposite of that.”

I fucking killed Voldemort, I’ll be damned if I can’t fucking protect my boyfriend from all the maniac. What did he take me for? A cowardly imbecile that can’t even stand up for the person he loves? 

I told him just as much.

Draco had been surprised when I used the word “love”, but he continued in his annoyingly rational tone. 

“I’m not doubting your ability to protect me if we go out, Harry. But what if we break up? When you get fed up with me, or you realise I don’t deserve you, or I wrong you somehow? Who will protect me then? Because the only more dangerous position to be in than a former Death Eater dating the Saviour is a former Death Eater breaking up with the Saviour.”

I tried not to fixate on the fact that he didn’t mention at all the possibility of him getting fed up with me first or I wrong him somehow - I had a feeling Draco wouldn’t appreciate it if I pointed that out right that moment. It was still the same point he was talking about anyway. So instead, I asked him why he got involved with me in the first place. The whole mess could be avoided if he didn’t allow me to get my way with him that easily.

“Because despite everything, I fucking like you, ok? And when there was a chance to have sex with you, of course I wouldn’t say no. But I also tried to control myself, to let shagging be the only thing I’ve ever got to do with you, because anything else would make me fall deeper, and then it would be harder and harder when you finally put a stop to it and break my heart.”

I asked him was that why he insisted on not kissing me for so long.

“Yes. But you see, I broke the rule eventually. The kissing and many other things. And I did fall deeper, Harry. That’s why I had to put a stop to us while I can still get out. It felt like specially tortured to do it after I woke up with your arm so secured, so warm around me that morning, but it’s the same reason I have to do it immediately.”

There were many arguable points in that statement, but I decided to out them aside first. I needed to get the conversation moving forwards, for once we were finally going somewhere. Arguing now only set the whole thing back, probably forever. So I asked about Ron, whether or not Draco also liked him and since Ron was no worshipped-hero like I was, Draco had no reservation about kissing him. Or he was supposed to be a distraction only.

“Half and half. I indeed had no reservation about kissing him, but only because I don’t have any feeling for him whatsoever. So I don’t ever have to worry about he breaking my heart. And even though I didn’t start kissing him because I wanted a distraction from you, I did have a thought of carrying on the affair, turning it into a fling or something, to… move on from you.”

Ron said Draco was the one to stop them before they went any further. There was also nothing happened after fateful afternoon. I wondered aloud what changed Draco’s mind about it. 

“Because I know it would upset you. I don’t want to be the source of your unhappiness.”

Yet, he still decided to mercilessly shatter my wretched heart. Did he think that didn’t upset me or something?

“You are upset, for now. Gradually, you will get over it and realise that I did the right thing.”

No, he bloody didn’t do the right thing! I wanted to snarl at him, to make him see that “the right thing” wasn’t simply right because he said so. I was involved in it the whole time, shouldn’t he consult me for what I think is “the right thing”?

But I know it’s no use. Draco wasn’t ready to change his mind, even more so if I screamed at his face. Actually, me getting enraged was what Draco had expected when he first sat down to this conversation, and when I did, he might say something like “I totally understand your angry and I totally deserve that”, or “If yelling at me makes you feel better, then please do”,  or “Yes, getting it all out of your system so that you can move on from me. It’s the right thing to do, Harry.” etc etc. I know him too well. So instead of giving what he wanted, I just went to bed after that. No muss no fuss. If Draco was surprised, I wouldn’t know either. I already had my back against him. A few minute later, I heard a long, resigned sigh and Draco was off to bed as well. 

He didn’t sleep at all, I think. I know this because I didn’t sleep at all either. But in exchange for a exhausting night, I have come up with an idea on how to deal with my problem. It was just an idea now, I have to consult Mione on greater details, but I have a good feeling that it will work. I want to carry it out right away, can’t bloody wait another second but Mione is still having a class at the moment. And I, after skipping potion class and sit here to vent everything with you instead, dear diary, I actually feel sleepy now. So I’m going to tak a nap, and hopefully, when I wake up, everything will slot into places.

[Later that day]

30th March

Mione told me that my idea was excellent, but she couldn’t help me until tomorrow. She had an Ancient Rune project due. The only reason I agreed to wait for her was Draco also took Rune, and he’s always in a foul mood at the last day of every project’s due. Mark-obsessed, that one.

Just one more day…

Be patient, Harry. 

Be patient.

31st March

Everything was ready.

Pop the question tonight.

1st Wednesday

So I show Draco what I had prepared. You probably wondered what it was as well, right diary?

Basically, it is a relationship contract. I know it sounds terrible, but it actually only focus on the term that if I and Draco go out, the relationship will be kept secret to everyone, for as long as we wish it to be, unless decided otherwise by BOTH of us. That means we won’t even tell our family and best friends if we don’t want to. Or that we won’t publish our relationship even if we get married in the future (I put these specific example in the contract, just because I could) if one of us is not ready. Draco doesn’t believe it, but I may hate the media even more than he does. At least no one was writing a book about “the journey from abused childhood to heroism of Harry Potter”

Of course, keeping our relationship doesn’t mean we have to hide away somewhere forever. We can always use Disfigurement charm when go out for a date, or go to Muggles’ places where no one know our names, or move to another country altogether. Honestly, whether or not I date Draco, I already put these methods in use when I go out with Ron and Mione last summer. Except for the last one, but I’m thinking of having a long vacation in France, or Italy, or literally anywhere outside England, when this schoolyear’s over. 

Still, there’s risk that we will be exposed by accident. In that case, I will protect Draco from any harm coming his way, no matter whether we’re still together at that point or not, whether that harm is caused by his connection with me or not (provided he isn’t involved in illegal issues of course, but I’m smarter than putting it in the contract. I trust him now.). Basically, I promise to protect Draco for the rest of his life. And that term alone has a separate signature section, specify how serious I am about it. 

Those are my main terms of the contract, but I told Draco to adjust and add whatever he sees fit. In response, Draco just stared at me with bewilderment and disbelief in his eyes, like he did since I first showed him the contract. He was utterly silent when he read all the terms, and was still silent for minutes when he finished reading (I could tell from his eyes’ movement). Finally, he spoke and I could finally release the breath I’d been holding.

“I can’t believe you go to such length to… go out with me? Aren’t you afraid you will get bored of me in just next few weeks but you still have to protect me for the rest of your life?”

I told him it wasn’t about a few date, but to do “the right thing”. We love each other, so the rightest thing to do about it is staying together. If there are challenges, so what? We will come through together, because love wins all. (I swear it doesn’t sound this cheesy when I told Draco, but you have to excuse my words here, dear diary, because I’m fucking in love, ok?)

I can see that I’m very close to win Draco over with the contract and the not-so-cheesy speech about the right thing. His face lightened up for the first time since the morning he walked away from me, and his smile got broader and happier as he reread the contract the second time. Even his slight frown after that couldn’t worry me one more bit.

“But what guarantee that all these terms in the contract will be exercised?”

“It’s you, of course!” I said with confident, knowing this was the decisive moment. Mione actually had offered to enforced the contract for me, but I wanted to leave it to Draco. That way, he will be totally assured that I won’t  ever cheat. And I’m pretty certain that no one can top a Malfoy when it comes to a magical contract. 

Draco was silent again after I said that. Finally, he put the contract aside without saying whether or not he would sign it. If he said he needed time to think about it, that was still better than remaining awfully quiet. I started to fret again when he started to pace around our room with inscutable expression on his face.

And then he stopped pacing.

Right in front of MY BED.

He climbed onto it.

And got comfortable under the blanket.

I almost didn’t believe my ears when he whispered softly “Let’s go to sleep, shall we?” 

I stared at his serene smile and burst out “What about the contract?”

“It won’t go anywhere, will it? Come on, I’m exhausted. Or should I just go to sleep by myself?”

I believed I never climbed onto a bed that fast in my life. Still, once I settled down next to Draco, I suddenly felt nervous, not knowing what to do next that wouldn’t push Draco away. Thankfully, Draco saved me the trouble when turning to me, slowly pulling me into his arms. My heart threatened to explode at that. Then my whole body threatened to explode as well, after Draco’s whisper to my ear. 

“Tell you a secret, I’m not actually that exhausted. I suppose I still have the energy for one thing or two. If you’re interested?”

Well, it had been a while.

3rd April

Draco hasn’t signed the contract yet, claiming he needed some more time to look at the deal-sealing charms. But we returned to normal, which means shagging each other as much as we can. We have a lot to make up for anyway.

We only shag in our room at the moment, but we agreed the sex adventure in the castles would soon be resumed. I’m very looking forward to doing in it places that we missed the first time around.

5th April

The Chamber of secrets - RECHECKED! (No surprise when Draco chose this place first upon our resumption. I have no complaint, though I still fail to see the attraction of the place. Maybe it’s a Slytherin’s kink)

6th April

The Astronomy Tower - CHECKED!

9th April

The Prefect Bathroom - FAILED! AGAIN! (This time we had barely stripped our clothes off when a group of students barging in. We managed to hide before they saw us, and ended up doing it in the Prefect Bathroom’s changing cubicle, with a silencing spell in place.)

So the Prefect Bathroom’s changing cubicle - CHECKED!

13th April

The secret passageway leading to Honeyduke - CHECKED!

15th April

Slytherin common room - CHECKED! (Can’t you believe we managed that? We sneaked in during a quidditch match between Slytherin and Ravenclaw. This gave me high hope that we can do it in Gryffindor soon!)

20th April

The Chamber of secrets - CHECKED AGAIN!

You think I will complain, right diary? But you’re dead wrong. Because Draco had called me HIS BOYFRIEND when he was badgering me to come there again. To quote “I can’t believe MY BOYFRIEND doesn’t want to have sex with me in my most favourite place.” 

That sentence alone can make me live down the chamber forever if Draco wants me to.

25th April

So we signed the contract. Draco cast several spells - all of which I had no clue about. At some point, he even asked for some of my hair. But I couldn’t care less, especially when he pulled me close at the last step to “seal the deal with a kiss”. 

So after everything, we finally officially A COUPLE now!!!!

27th April

The Prefect Bathroom - CHECKED! (finally!!!)

30th April

The Hospital Wings - CHECKED (Draco had to fake illness and I had to sneak in to visit him in the middle of the night, but totally worth it!)

3rd May

Ron approached me today. He hadn’t since we had our last talk at the last night he stayed in my room. He tried to apologise, again, but I stopped him before he launched himself into another long speech. To be honest, I was never really mad at him in the first place. So now that Draco and I are good, I feel much easier to reconcile with Ron. Everything was cleared, and now we’re best mates again.

On a unrelated topic, the Gryffindor’s common room - CHECKED! (Same old trick we used with Slytherin one, though we’re almost caught when the game ended too soon. Almost though.)

6th May

The Clock Tower - CHECKED!

10th May

The Trophy Room - CHECKED!

22nd May

NEWT ended today. It didn’t really matter to me how I fared in those tests, I already got a place in Auror training regardless. But Draco was really serious about those tests, as a result, he enforced the no-sex policy with me for almost a fortnight (a handful of handjobs did not count), because apparently “sexual intercouse with me worsened his intellectual ability”. Although I was unhappy, I dutifully obeyed. But now, the whole torture was over, I couldn’t wait but celebrate it with Draco right in the NEWT’s last test’s room. When everyone else had left, of course.

So the Charm classroom - CHECKED!

25th May

Mione finally asked me how it went with Draco (she also had the no-jibber-jabber with all her friends, enforced a month precedent to the NEWT). As we agreed that our best friends can be allowed in the secret, I told her everything. Mione didn’t seem very interested in how our relationship had soared from that point, instead, very engrossed to know the spells that Draco had used to seal the deal. However, when I dutifully related to her some of the few spells I managed to remember the incantations, she was not at all impressed. In fact, she questioned my memory greatly because “those spells you just told me has no effect other than waterproof the contract, or correct all the grammar errors, or, apparently, add floral scent to the paper quality, Harry!”

I got mad, told her to ask Draco herself if she wanted to know and left. But now, looking back into it, I couldn’t help but wondering if that was indeed the truth. I know there was no fault with my memory, and Mione couldn’t be wrong about what those incantations actually meant. 

Which could only mean one thing - Draco never enforced the contract. 

Which meant there would be no consequence if I ever decided to break the contract.

I think this was Draco’s intention too, when he performed that many spells in front of me, knowing fully I wouldn’t understand what those spells were for. 

So I think I will keep pretending like I don’t know. 

I fully intend to carry out those terms in the contract whether it is enforced or not, anyway.

Still, it’s nice to know Draco loves me that much.

Because I really love him too.

10th June

Hello, dear diary.

It has been a while since I wrote, hasn’t it? Well, you can’t blame me, I have been too busy being in love to have time for you. But I promise I will be more dedicate from now on.

You may wonder what’s the point of that, right diary? Because the school year will end in three days and I will no longer live with Draco, thus, I have no more inspiration to write in you? 

Well, not to worry my friend, because Draco and I have decided to live together in Grimmauld Place right after we leave school. So I dare say you’re about to have a lot written very soon. 

Still, I think this will be the last page I write here, before I change to a new notebook. I want to keep you reserved for my last year at Hogwarts only. I will remember you as the first pages of my story with Draco. Years to come, I hope to look back at you, still smiling like the way I’m smiling now.

Thank you for a dedicated year, dear diary.

Your writer,

Harry Potter.