Hi Everyone! This is a Dramione fic which might contain some explicit scenes- YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I am not JK Rowling. Thus, if you recognize anything from the Harry Potter series, it is most definitely not mine. As much as I would like to steal ideas, I won't. So don't worry, and enjoy!
-Tanzie
Epilogue
Balderdash.
Piffle.
She was expected to be civil to the one and only Draco Malfoy, Irritating Prat Extraodinaire? The stinky ferret who had tormented Harry, Ron and her, for all the six years? Worse, she had lost all trust in her most trusted teacher, Professor McGonagall. Just how was Malfoy the 'most suitable contender for the position of Head Boy'? Snape and the Senior (Senile) Malfoy definitely had a role in this. And how would Malfoy and her being the Heads promote interhouse unity if they would definitely wind up attempting to kill each other before the day was done?
He ran a hand through his hair, resisting the urge to tug on it, reasons being that he did not want to end up bald, and also because he had overheard girls muttering about the sexiness of his platinum blond hair. Some had even speculated that he was a Veela, which was unfortunately untrue, but, he supposed, was a compliment entirely deserving of a Malfoy.
Okay, Baaaackkk tooooo theeeee poiiiinnnnttttttt...
Just how was he going to last an entire day without clawing the beaver's googly eyes out?
Meanwhile, in the Headmaster's study, Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore were clinking champagne glasses at the possible future pairing of Dramione.
Short, but I promise I'll update soon! Reviews, Please?
-Tanzie