Once I get 10 reivews on this one I will write Harry's Thoughts
This one may turn out diferent, I was NOT listening to sappy love songs when I wrote it
PLEASE REIVEW!
YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY IT MAKES ME TO GET A REIWEW! I AM TRYING TO RESOPOND TO THEM TOO. THANK YOU SO MUCH! I HAVE A PITIFULY HIGH (THAT'S BAD) REIVEW/HITS RATIO! PLEASE REIVEW! I AM BEGGING YOU!
I beleve I would buy anything that you would sell to me
"A want a new broomstick! Potter has a firebolt! I hate that nerd! And his mudblood friend Granger and poor, stupid Weasley!" "They are thicker than Goyle!" Thoughts like this chased each other around Draco Malfoy's brain, each message filed with more hatered than the last.
So I guess the fortune teller's right
"Stupid Trewlany" he muttered to himself. On the last day of school the dambed teacher had told him he would be murdered by one of his own, and it had been haunting him ever scence. A few of the former Death Eater's had already made attemts on his father's life.
I absolutly love her
"That Pansy Parkenson is so cute." He had this racing through his mind too. He was not sure, but she would be a good match for him, he figured, she was a Slytherin, after all.
I've been sitting here just wasting time
"I've gotta get out! There is work to be done! Mudbloods to kill! I MUST get out! Lord Voldemort is waiting for me!"
A/N: I had to do that. So sue me. Please R/R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Draco Malfoy, his father or Pansy Parkinson. So you can't get me. Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah.