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As I walked up his porch of his "house" (if you could call it a house) my heart beat so loud that I thought he would be able to hear it when he was in his room on the 18th floor. I rung the doorbell and heard the hiss of a snake.
"How fitting..." I said under my breath. The door of the mansion opened to reveal a young man, around the age of twenty, Draco Malfoy. The reason I was there.
"Draco..." I said softly.
"Ash..." He spoke equally as soft as I had.
Ash, That's what he calls me...It's not my real name of course, My REAL name is Ashia. I'm ninteen, and, well, in love with Draco Malfoy. But there is more to it than that. Much, much more.
"Draco, I need to talk to you..." I said tenatively.
"What is it, Ash?"
"Draco..." I said, more tenitavely this time.
"Yes?" He said, playfully.
"Draco! Who is it dear?" His mother called from inside the mansion.
"Just someone from school, Mother!" He called back. Then he directed his attention back to me." I'm sorry, Ash. I have to go. I can wait a few seconds if it's important."
"No...no, it's not important..." I said. And I left.