The Journal of Sara Snape (Not finished so check daily please)
written by Andromeda Malfoy
For those of you who have read my other book, The Tale of Sara Snape, this is Sara’s diary! Uh, I mean “journal”. She hates it when someone calls it her diary. Have fun reading from her perspective! (Don’t read if u don’t like love stories lol)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
28
Reads
685
Chapter Nine
Chapter 10
“What’s wrong, Sara? You haven’t touched your food, and you love eating!”
Draco asked me. “Yeah, I do.” I whimpered. I always asked myself how I’m so skinny when I eat so much. “It’s George. He broke up with me.”
“Whoever would break up with you is stupid,” Draco admitted, and I blushed, surprised he said such a thing. “Aw, thanks.” I smiled. “Well, it’s true. Now, eat. We have a Quidditch game against Ravenclaw today.” He said. “QUIDDITCH?” I screamed. I instantly started piling food onto my plate, hyperventilating.
Four Hours Later..
“We’re about to start,” I said nervously. “Yes, we are, and we are going to win because we have a great Chaser. Just because I didn’t compliment you out loud in tryouts doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking it in my head.” Draco encouraged me. “It’s so weird how you’ve become one of my best friends in just a week.” I marveled. “After the Quidditch game, do you want to get butterbeer? Or it doesn’t have to be butterbeer, uhm we can get coffee, uhm, not that you look tired! Uh, an iced tea. Would you like to get an iced tea with me later?” He sputtered. “Sure. I would love to get an iced tea with you.” I laughed. “Great,” He smiled. “I will now torture you so you can be motivated.” Then, he tackled me and started tickling me, and I laughed hysterically, screaming, “STOP! STOP! HELP! FATHER! DUMBLEDORE! SOMEONE HELP!” When he stopped, I grinned, “Okay, I’m motivated.”
Draco asked me. “Yeah, I do.” I whimpered. I always asked myself how I’m so skinny when I eat so much. “It’s George. He broke up with me.”
“Whoever would break up with you is stupid,” Draco admitted, and I blushed, surprised he said such a thing. “Aw, thanks.” I smiled. “Well, it’s true. Now, eat. We have a Quidditch game against Ravenclaw today.” He said. “QUIDDITCH?” I screamed. I instantly started piling food onto my plate, hyperventilating.
Four Hours Later..
“We’re about to start,” I said nervously. “Yes, we are, and we are going to win because we have a great Chaser. Just because I didn’t compliment you out loud in tryouts doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking it in my head.” Draco encouraged me. “It’s so weird how you’ve become one of my best friends in just a week.” I marveled. “After the Quidditch game, do you want to get butterbeer? Or it doesn’t have to be butterbeer, uhm we can get coffee, uhm, not that you look tired! Uh, an iced tea. Would you like to get an iced tea with me later?” He sputtered. “Sure. I would love to get an iced tea with you.” I laughed. “Great,” He smiled. “I will now torture you so you can be motivated.” Then, he tackled me and started tickling me, and I laughed hysterically, screaming, “STOP! STOP! HELP! FATHER! DUMBLEDORE! SOMEONE HELP!” When he stopped, I grinned, “Okay, I’m motivated.”
