A/N: You don't need to tell me. I know I'm awful. But I do have kind of valid excuses‼ a) We went to Malaysia for a couple days after my last post, b) Our maths teacher changed and she hands out homework like… erm… a human breathes! Yeah that's it! Not really… ^sigh^ I'm so lame.

Ooh, side note: Draco's POV will be in first person, since I find that easier (strange isn't it?)

It's sort of a journal, since he will actually be communicating slightly with the reader, which is you.

Disclaimer: Me does not own.

Draco's POV

This year was probably the worst Hogwarts year ever. The teachers weren't cutting us N.E.W.T. students any slack, the Dark Lord was expecting more than ever before from the mini Death Eaters in Hogwarts, Mother and Father were quite possibly in danger and I had to tutor the Weaselette.

I was going over the Transfiguration homework with Blaise in the common room when Theodore Nott came rushing over to us. He's not like any Slytherin here. He's even worse than Blaise is!

"Hey Draco, hey Blaise!" Theo said in his overly cheerful voice. What a twat.

I nodded at him and Blaise grinned at the bouncing boy.

Theo was unusual. In the company of non-Slytherins, he became reserved and quiet, but in the presence of his house mates, he turned into a hyper-active bunny. He was really, dare I think it, nice guy. He was entirely uninvolved with any of the normal Slytherin chatter and completely tuned out when anyone asked about his or his family's status in the upcoming war. I'm guessing he's neutral. The Dark Lord won't like that.

"I heard you were tutoring in Potions and Charms, and I was wondering if you could tutor me too. You know I'm completely rubbish at both those subjects. Please?" Theo gave us, what people call, the puppy dog eyes and I rolled my eyes. I repeat. What a twat.

"Ooh, I dunno Theo, we're tutoring sixth years that are apparently exceptionally smart." Blaise said with a shrug.

He turned to me, "Draco? C'mon, please? I'll even pay you. I just don't want to muck the N.E.W.T.s up."

"I can't say for Blaise, Nott, but I'll ask the McGonagall if I can add you to my list of idiots," I said.

"Thanks Draco," Theo said with mild sarcasm.

"Yeah, I'll ask the old witch too," Blaise said with a nod.

Theodore copied his nod and walked away.

"He's so optimistic. Should've been in Hufflepuff," I said, sneering slightly. I didn't mind Theo, mostly, but sometimes, he made me wonder what the Slytherin house was coming to.

"It's got nothing to do with you, Draco, so let the guy be happy in his state of oblivion," Blaise said, looking through his Transfiguration notes.

"Suppose you're right. Won't matter to me in the end," I was, of course, referring to the upcoming war that no Slytherin was even slightly hopeful that the Dark Lord would lose.

Blaise and I didn't exactly agree with the Dark Lord in every manner. Yes, we agreed that mudbloods shouldn't be taught in this school, and that muggles were worthless in every sense, but that's got nothing to do with us. If the Dark Lord didn't exist, Purebloods would still be better than everyone else, but the world would be calmer, since none of us really care what happens as long as this doesn't affect us.

The Dark Lord decided that all this did affect him so he had to put a stop to it, which he is doing, with his army of 'follow-the-leader' players behind him. And when Father foolishly decided to join this deathly game, he doomed all the Malfoys.

When he realised that he was tired of playing this tireless game, he backed out, but the leader didn't like that, so now, this reluctant player is being carefully watched, along with his family. One step out of line and he stops playing the game of life.

With Blaise, it's a slightly different case. When my Father was a willing Death Eater, he noticed Blaise, my best (alright, only) friend, wasn't getting the affection of a proper father, his biological father being one the Dark Lord's most supportive yet unnoticed followers.

So, dear Father decided to go ahead and kind-of adopt Blaise in an act of kindness and trapped him in the horrid game of follow-the-leader too. Isn't Father so wonderful, kind and thoughtful?

"Wish the Dark Lord just hurried up and attacked this place," Blaise mumbled after a while.

I was surprised, because this kind of thing was hard to get out of Blaise.

"I know. Father told me that he was planning on attacking last year, but he postponed,"

"Well, he should've done it. What is he waiting for? Golden Boy was here, the old coot was gone on 'official business,' everything was perfect for his deranged plan. We have to die in this one way or the other,"

Blaise had a point. I sighed and realised I was hungry. Humans are rather strange, aren't they? Only noticing something long after they had first experienced it.

"Zabini, leave this war-talk for when it comes. Right now, my stomach is about to rumble rather loudly,"

He grinned. There was Blaise again, "Yes, let's go to the kitchens before people realise the almighty Malfoy actually feels something other than disdain."

I rolled my eyes and got up, accidently attracting the attention of the pug (if you don't know who she is, then you are retarded).

She leaped over here in a way that reminded me of a hippo that decided to be a ballerina and latched on to my arm, "Draco, how about we go to the Room of Requirements tonight? My bed is feeling quite… sad," She fluttered her eyes 'seductively.'

"My bed is feeling quite happy, so I'll stay there, and yours is sad because it has to bear the weight of you,"

I was rather attracted to her in my earlier years, but she had done some unspeakably disgusting things that repulsed me.

Parkinson pouted, "Now, Draco, don't be like that,"

My temper was starting to rise. I'm normally very icy, but hunger does strange things to me, "Get off me now, Parkinson,"

She gripped my arm tighter and I, rather ungracefully I must say, started to shake the arm she was sucking blood from vigorously and tried to put distance between us.

Blaise, through this entire episode, was calmly watching on with a bemused expression on his face. Oh, how I wanted to punch him just then. He decided to intervene when Parkinson bit into the shoulder of my jumper for extra hold.

"Pansy, why don't you go make the Room of Requirement ready for you and Draco?" Blaise said, gently prying her fangs and claws off me, "I'll convince him to meet you up."

She looked at Blaise skeptically, "He just called me overweight. Why would he join me?"

I suppose even Parkinson isn't that dumb.

"Draco's just a bit hungry. You know how he gets," Blaise used one of his 'charming' grins on her.

"Yeah… he does get cranky… he turns into tantrum throwing two year old,"
"You do realise that I'm standing right here?" I drawled.

Parkinson gave me a nauseating wink and fluttered away.

"Bloody wench. She's like a toddler."

Blaise rolled his eyes and dragged me out of the common room. I'm guessing he's hungry too.

-xXx-

"Nah I prefer the Nimbus 2000 over 2001," Blaise managed to get out without spraying me with the lemon cream tart he was eating. Must've been quite difficult I presume because his overly large mouth was stuffed with that thing.

"That's because your worst enemy likes 2001 better. The 2001 is better because it's newer, faster and it's easier control. And extra points for looking cool,"

"Pshhh. I don't dislike the 2001 just because cousin André likes it. As if. You should know me better than that Draco."

I grinned, "As Americans say, liar, liar, pants on fire,"

Being the mature wizard I am I threw red colored cream at Blaise's pants. By that I of course mean his trousers, not his actual pants. Even I am not brave enough to face that. I doubt Potter is. But then again, Potter might want to see Blaise's underwear.

Blaise's mouth fell into a comical overdramatic 'o' and said, "You did not just do that."

I grinned at him, "Oh, but I did,"

He picked up a lemon cream tart and threw at my face.

My face. My perfect face was now covered with imperfect lemon cream tart.

Oh, it was on.

I picked up a raspberry cupcake and threw it at him. Instantly he retaliated with a blueberry muffin, I ducked and tried to save the delicious muffin. Keyword; tried.

"You killed it Zabini‼ The horror! You murdering piece of filth!"

I was about to go on about how he was a murdering idiot, when he threw the mince pie that started the full-fledged food war.

-xXx-

A/N: Well that's it for this chapter. Did you like it? I loved writing it, but I really need to know where I can get better.

I was going to continue this chapter, but I decided to end it on that happy note.