You would probably say I am a fool to stick around with such a looser, well I think so too, but I’m simply so lost. I keep hanging around waiting for ‘the right moment’ to show up. It just never does. I mean, haven’t you ever loved someone so deep that you just can’t let go? No matter how much they put you through, you still refuse to see the truth, even if it’s right in front of you?
 

A small moan escaped my lips. It felt like an eternity since he last kissed me like that, and I was unable ignore my burning desire for him. It was almost like he could sense how I felt, cause suddenly he deepened the kiss as one of his hands started to take off my top as the other one carefully, but steady pushed me back in the couch.
 
 
 
 

 

As I said earlier, I'm sitting on my bed now, trying to sort things out. Trying to remember how I could ever fall for a guy like Draco Malfoy. In my hand I hold an old photograph from our fourth year at Hogwarts. This was taking on the day of the Christmas ball. On the picture I laugh and try to make Draco wave at the camera without any luck.