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 Eleven
Chapter 12
At breakfast, Draco stared at me.
The whole time.
“Malfoy?” I heard Blaise ask, snapping his fingers. “You alive?”
“Uhm, yeah, I’m fine, Zambini.” He cupped his chin with his hands as he watched me eat. “Cat’s got your tongue, Malfoy?” I smirked at him playfully. “Oh, I get it now... He tried to kiss you. And failed.” Fred grinned. He had been right behind me the whole time and I didn’t even realize it. “How did you know?” I asked. “I saw it.” He smiled innocently. “Did... George?” I questioned. “You tell me.” He said as George marched over here. “Uh oh.” I thought aloud. “I said we should take a break! Not a break up!” He said. “Well, it’s a breakup now, George.” I replied simply, taking a bite of my waffle. He gaped at me, and Pansy, Astoria, and Millicent looked at me in awe. “Fine.” He marched back to the Gryffindor table. “He’ll get over it.” Fred assured me.
The whole time.
“Malfoy?” I heard Blaise ask, snapping his fingers. “You alive?”
“Uhm, yeah, I’m fine, Zambini.” He cupped his chin with his hands as he watched me eat. “Cat’s got your tongue, Malfoy?” I smirked at him playfully. “Oh, I get it now... He tried to kiss you. And failed.” Fred grinned. He had been right behind me the whole time and I didn’t even realize it. “How did you know?” I asked. “I saw it.” He smiled innocently. “Did... George?” I questioned. “You tell me.” He said as George marched over here. “Uh oh.” I thought aloud. “I said we should take a break! Not a break up!” He said. “Well, it’s a breakup now, George.” I replied simply, taking a bite of my waffle. He gaped at me, and Pansy, Astoria, and Millicent looked at me in awe. “Fine.” He marched back to the Gryffindor table. “He’ll get over it.” Fred assured me.
