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From the Desk of one H.J. Potter	By : icicle33 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any part of the HP universe. This story is only written for the purpose of enjoyment and to satisfy my own twisted obsession with the HP characters. I am not making any type of profit off this story.

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Warnings: This story includes reference to both het and slash pairings, so be warned. Also, this story will contain lots of UST, adult language, inappropriate fantasies, voyeurism, possible recreational drug use and alcohol abuse, and playboy!harry/slut!harry.

From the Desk of one H.J. Potter

By: Harry James Potter (with a little help from Icicle)

*Author's note: I would like to thank all the people who read the first entry and those who left reviews. Unfortunately, on this site I cannot respond directly to reviews; however, just know that I read all of them and appreciated them greatly.

Anyway, just remember that this isn't supposed to be a *serious* story and that Harry's thoughts/reactions/mutterings are not in italics.

Enjoy Harry's ramblings.

Entry 2:

~16 September 2004~

Dear ~~Diary~~ Journal,

I know that I haven't written for a couple of days and I apologise about that, but after the unexpected ending of my first entry...

I was a little hesitant to write.

I think I have my emotions under control now and that won't happen again.

I hope.

Anyway, after what I will now refer to as 'the-shower-incident' that didn't really happen—let's just say—that it was a little difficult to face you in the office. I had to avoid you for the next two days because every time I saw you, especially with that new ~~just shagged,~~ I mean tousled hairstyle of yours, my trousers started to get uncomfortably tight.

It was rather embarrassing and I had to cancel two of my afternoon appointments in order to have a nice long ~~wank~~.

Wank? Did I just say wank--I meant shower, silly me.

Seriously, I really meant shower. I swear.

oOo

Anyhow...

After my nice long shower, I handled the rest of my afternoon meetings spectacularly. My clients had been so pleased with my enthusiasm that they closed their deal right on the spot. I was feeling rather proud of myself, but then I saw you.

You strolled right by my office in your running shorts and trainers, all sweaty and red-faced. Apparently, you go running on your lunch hour.

Merlin's pants, how did I not know this?

Those running shorts are so tight--your arse just looks so...

::~Writing starts to become shaky~::

No, not again.

Fucking hell...

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20 minutes Later...

[wipes sweat off brow]

Alright, see that wasn't so bad.

Everything is okay now.

Just don't think about running shorts.

You can do this, Harry.

You're the sodding boy-who-lived.

That's right.

Remember what Hermione said.

Take a deep breath...[inhales sharply]...okay good[exhales].

You're going to fight this.

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Sorry about that, I just needed to.............refill my inkpot.

Anyhow, there's something important I need to say. Yesterday, I had lunch with Hermione. I had been avoiding her owls for days, so yesterday she just showed up at my office and I couldn't escape her. Luckily, she brought indian with her as a peace offering, so I just couldn't stay mad at her. However, during our lunch date I tried to avoid the subject of this journal, but of course, Hermione being Hermione, she saw right through me and asked about it.

"You've been writing in the journal," she informed me. It wasn't a question, she just knew. How does she do that? She always knows everything.

"Uhh...yeah," I told her. "But...I don't know if journal writing is really my thing, Hermione." I tried to argue with her.

Obviously, I failed and she explained to me that it sometimes takes a while to get used to journal writing because it makes you feel vulnerable and defenceless. I don't know what she's talking about. I'm Harry J. Potter, conqueror of Voldemort, saviour of the wizarding world. I'm not vulnerable, ~~am I?~~

No, that's not possible...

In any case, that's not that the important part. The important thing is that apparently Hermione has been keeping a journal since our first year of Hogwarts. Can you believe that? Sometimes, I swear that girl is mad. She claims it's the only thing that keeps her sane, but I'm not so sure about that...

Besides, it gets worse.

Hermione explained that she is tired of being my therapist and that she is no longer going to listen to any of my ramblings, especially the ones about ~~Mal~~ you. Can you believe her nerve? She's acting as if I prattle on about you all the time; she actually accused me of being obsessed with you. I think obsessed is a little strong, enamoured dearly or perhaps even highly infatuated, but not obsessed...definitely not obsessed. She claims that I'm in denial and that if I can't even be honest with my best friend, then she's no longer going to listen. I told her she didn't have to worry, that I would just find myself a new best friend to bother, but she quickly dismissed it and scolded me for interrupting her. She continued that as my best friend, she would never abandon me, and that she had found a way to help me come to terms with my feelings. What is her brilliant plan you might be wondering?

It's simple really--this journal is her brilliant plan.

Apparently, just like everything else she's ever given me, this isn't your ordinary journal. Although it looks like a normal Muggle journal, Hermione altered it with a few modified truth spells, which do not allow the writer to lie in any way, shape, or form.

Kill me now.

Seriously, although she means well, this time, she might have gone a bit too far. At least, now I know why I've been rambling like an idiot in this thing. When I first heard the news, I was furious. I was about to burn this journal and never think about it again, but for some reason, I just couldn't. Perhaps she's right--perhaps it will be good for me to write down my feelings. Perhaps this journal is exactly what I need and it will actually help me in my quest of seducing you.

I think I have a plan; a plan that will ultimately get you in my bed, but more about that tomorrow. All this writing has exhausted me. I don't even think I wrote this much in school, not even for my Potions essays. What's more, I think I need to stop writing before I start reminiscing about Potions class.

You were always in my Potions class.

You were a constant presence: annoying me, torturing me. In some ways, you were worse than Snape, but on the other hand, you were dead sexy with your hair all tied back, so you wouldn't spill anything on your precious locks.

Oh bugger, I need to stop now. I refuse to go there; instead I'm going to bed or maybe for a drink.

Until tomorrow journal...

~HJP

A/N: Okay, there you have journal entry 2. Let me know what you think, please. I apologise if it wasn't as humorous as the first one, but this is an important entry because it sets the tone for future entries. Besides, Harry needed to come to terms with the fact that he can't lie in his journal, as well as accept his infatuation with Malfoy. I promise that Harry's next entry will discuss his plan for seducing Malfoy, particularly phase one of the plan. I hope you enjoyed the image of Draco in tight running shorts...I know I did.

Cheers.

~ Icicle
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