It is yet another Draco/Harry fic. WARNING: Draco is very fond of the word 'fuck' in this story. If this squicks you beyond belief, then for God's sake (and for mine) don't read it. There is mild slash and Draco is extremely blunt. Don't like, don't read.
Another One
I am in love with Harry Potter. It just hit me now, as I was lying in bed staring at the green canopy. Draco Malfoy (that would be me) is in love with Harry-fucking-Potter. Harry-fucking-Potter, the Boy-Who-fucking-Lived. Harry Poter, the Gryffindor pretty boy, the perfect little angel. I am in love with him. I am so abso-fucking-lutely fucked that I can't begin to tell just how fucked up I am.
Why it so strange that I'm in love with him? Because I'm Draco Malfoy and he's Harry Potter. This is about as fucked up as if hippogriffs decided to up and sing and dance to the fucking Hogwarts school song. I am, stereotypically, cruel, heartless, cold and malicious. I care for nothing but my own skin and my pride. Why? Because I'm Draco-fucking-Malfoy, that's why. He is, stereotypically, kind, charming, sweet and charismatic. He embraces the world in spite of all its flaws. Why? Because he's Harry-fucking-Potter, that's why.
I can perfectly understand lust. That's one emotion I can relate to. I've felt it before. I wouldn't be so upset if it were lust. That can be explained by overactive hormones. After all, he's not the least bit bad looking. He is the official resident pretty boy. But love? In love with Harry-fucking-Potter? I once pitied Weasley for being in love with him. To think I'm in the same situation now!
I don't understand why I can't treat him like he was another one of my achieved sexual conquests. I don't understand why he has to be the one I think of at night, why his eyes are so haunting, why his voice lingers always in my mind. I don't understand why I'm falling for him, why I have fallen for him. Why? Do tell before I go fucking mad.
If you told me just a month ago that I would be in love with him, I'd have called you fucking crazy. How the mighty have fallen! Oh, how they've fallen...
And does he even care about me in that way? How would it look if I were to confess my fucking undying love for him and for him to say, "Oh I'm sorry, but I don't give a fuck about you." I'd be fucked, that's what. He's not the kind to be fucked and forget about it, but there's always a possibility...
Maybe he does care. Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I see him gazing at me during meals or in Potions. That would be a good thing, right? That he cares? But maybe it's just me fancying that he looks at me and he's really staring at the tapestry behind where I sit in the Great Hall. Maybe I'm just fucking crazy. Yeah, I expect that'll be it.
You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to wait and see. That's right, Draco-fucking-Malfoy, the most fucking impatient person who ever fucking lived is going to wait for Harry-fucking-Potter. Because he isn't just another one person in the world. He's Harry-fucking-Potter. And... I suppose... that makes all the difference.
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The End. Anybody feel like counting how many times I said 'fuck' or some variation of it in this fic? Well, review and I shall love you forever.
Kasumi S.
Another One
I am in love with Harry Potter. It just hit me now, as I was lying in bed staring at the green canopy. Draco Malfoy (that would be me) is in love with Harry-fucking-Potter. Harry-fucking-Potter, the Boy-Who-fucking-Lived. Harry Poter, the Gryffindor pretty boy, the perfect little angel. I am in love with him. I am so abso-fucking-lutely fucked that I can't begin to tell just how fucked up I am.
Why it so strange that I'm in love with him? Because I'm Draco Malfoy and he's Harry Potter. This is about as fucked up as if hippogriffs decided to up and sing and dance to the fucking Hogwarts school song. I am, stereotypically, cruel, heartless, cold and malicious. I care for nothing but my own skin and my pride. Why? Because I'm Draco-fucking-Malfoy, that's why. He is, stereotypically, kind, charming, sweet and charismatic. He embraces the world in spite of all its flaws. Why? Because he's Harry-fucking-Potter, that's why.
I can perfectly understand lust. That's one emotion I can relate to. I've felt it before. I wouldn't be so upset if it were lust. That can be explained by overactive hormones. After all, he's not the least bit bad looking. He is the official resident pretty boy. But love? In love with Harry-fucking-Potter? I once pitied Weasley for being in love with him. To think I'm in the same situation now!
I don't understand why I can't treat him like he was another one of my achieved sexual conquests. I don't understand why he has to be the one I think of at night, why his eyes are so haunting, why his voice lingers always in my mind. I don't understand why I'm falling for him, why I have fallen for him. Why? Do tell before I go fucking mad.
If you told me just a month ago that I would be in love with him, I'd have called you fucking crazy. How the mighty have fallen! Oh, how they've fallen...
And does he even care about me in that way? How would it look if I were to confess my fucking undying love for him and for him to say, "Oh I'm sorry, but I don't give a fuck about you." I'd be fucked, that's what. He's not the kind to be fucked and forget about it, but there's always a possibility...
Maybe he does care. Sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I see him gazing at me during meals or in Potions. That would be a good thing, right? That he cares? But maybe it's just me fancying that he looks at me and he's really staring at the tapestry behind where I sit in the Great Hall. Maybe I'm just fucking crazy. Yeah, I expect that'll be it.
You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to wait and see. That's right, Draco-fucking-Malfoy, the most fucking impatient person who ever fucking lived is going to wait for Harry-fucking-Potter. Because he isn't just another one person in the world. He's Harry-fucking-Potter. And... I suppose... that makes all the difference.
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The End. Anybody feel like counting how many times I said 'fuck' or some variation of it in this fic? Well, review and I shall love you forever.
Kasumi S.