Dear diary,

Today in DADA Y/N was at it again. She was bored, so when she saw Harry her eyes twinkle with full of mischief.

She decided turn Harry into a girl. I am feeling pity over that potterhead because he doesn't even know that Y/N did it..

Not that I am bothered, but I swear down Ron was staring at Harry's boobs...

I asked her what's Y/N's blood status, and Hermione told me that she is a mudblood.

A MUDBLOOD. She looks beau- I mean regal, and she had the attitude of a lady when eating, as if she was raised by - urgh Y/N again.. I told her not to bother me but it looks like things never change..

The door's rapping again...With a huff of annoyance, I forcefully pulled the doorknob, making the door creaking at its loudest.

"What-" my sentence stopped midair as I saw nothing in front of the door, so I assumed that it was a prank.

Until I saw a neatly wrapped box laid on the floor looking untouched. Without knowing its owner a strand of red hair lingered on the floor.

Without any conclusions whatsoever, I assumed again that this might be the work of one of Y/N's best friends... the red-head Vanessa Barbara.

Y/N's POV

I scoffed a laughter behind my hand as I saw my best friend Vanessa sneaked down the stairs as fast as a lightning, her fiery red hair jingled with excitement that perfectly blends with the smirk that was plastered on her face.

"Shh guys, Draco's gonna come out!" she hushed with a slight giggle.

As if it was on queue, a sound of a creaking door was heard within a distance, and waiting for the best part, Cassandra beside me made a silent countdown as we four crouched behind the grand sofa.

"Three.Two.One."

A small explosion was followed with a retching cough. "Y/N! You will pay for this!"

Unable to retain the laughter Alice cracked, followed by Padme, Cassandra, me and Vanessa.

"Well well, look who's giggling like little witches. A muggle, doofus and some shy nerds."

I froze, but luckily with my excellent theory I managed to pull my wand out from my bun hair, making the strands of hair dangled downwards.

No matter what you do, you always need that sense of style.

Pansy rolled her eyes and muttered 'show-off' while Draco looked down on you with his powdered face which the eggs definitely made a good job of sticking it as one, making Draco looked like a Malfoy cake, officially made for trash.

You muttered a regretful 'oops', his smirk was devilishly handso- what Y/N? snap out of it!

"Well Y/N?" he rises an eyebrow, expecting you to give a better comeback than being dumbfounded. Without wasting another time, he said 'Aguamenti', and the water poured from his wand to you and your friends.

You felt your words come out like a broken pipe as if something clogged in your throat. You coughed to buy sometime to think of a sentence. Chills sent down to your spine, alerting your body to react but your heart denied it by telling you to stay still and watch as his stormy grey eyes scanned at your friends which they retaliated with twisted faces of vengeance and anger.

Draco-1 You-0.