There was a time when I believed I was the luckiest woman in the world. That was the past. This is the future, and I can’t seem to remember much of it. The only parts I remember involve a certain individual. An utterly gorgeous, distractingly attractive individual.
Whoa. This is not a time for raging emotions. I am in the middle of a crisis. I racked my brain for sanity, for reason, for logic. Merlin’s beard, I sound like a lunatic. Maybe I am one.
Why do I act like this every time I walk into the office? Oh yes.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.