Blanket
Disclaimer: well no... I don't own anything
A/N: uh..yeah. I dunno if im going to make this a long fic or just a one shot. You can tell me.
Blanket
*^Draco's POV^*
Wind caressed my skin. Shivering, it caused me to do. I'm too lazy to go pick up an additional blanket. I already have three. But even if I wasn't lazy, I'm too cold. You see, I don't want just any blanket. I want a special blanket. Yours. With its warm brick red, it's vibrant yet warm gold. Oh how I hated those colors, almost made me sick just to look at them. But that was only up until about fourth year. When I saw you, really saw you. It felt as if love as first site. I wanted to hold you, to be with you, to kiss you. I still do. You don't notice, but I look at you. I hope no one else notices. You would never date me though. Im a stupid ferret. People like you would never want to go out with a stupid stuck of, rich, ass.
But im still cold. I want your blanket. I know you made it yourself. I've seen you at breakfast before. Just sitting there sewing, knitting, hand crafting that remarkable blanket. Is there anything you can't do? Im always amazed. I wish you would just talk to me. That would make my day. But I think you hate me.
I shiver. But im stupid and am only wearing pajama pants. If I was smart, I'd go and put on some sweatshirt or something. But I won't be satisfied until I have your blanket. Or you. Either one is fine. I can't sleep. This temperature is stopping me from rest.
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A/N: Yay! Well in the process of writing this I decided to make this a long fic. So coming up right away is Hermione's POV! Yay
The Fur
Disclaimer: well no... I don't own anything
A/N: uh..yeah. I dunno if im going to make this a long fic or just a one shot. You can tell me.
Blanket
*^Draco's POV^*
Wind caressed my skin. Shivering, it caused me to do. I'm too lazy to go pick up an additional blanket. I already have three. But even if I wasn't lazy, I'm too cold. You see, I don't want just any blanket. I want a special blanket. Yours. With its warm brick red, it's vibrant yet warm gold. Oh how I hated those colors, almost made me sick just to look at them. But that was only up until about fourth year. When I saw you, really saw you. It felt as if love as first site. I wanted to hold you, to be with you, to kiss you. I still do. You don't notice, but I look at you. I hope no one else notices. You would never date me though. Im a stupid ferret. People like you would never want to go out with a stupid stuck of, rich, ass.
But im still cold. I want your blanket. I know you made it yourself. I've seen you at breakfast before. Just sitting there sewing, knitting, hand crafting that remarkable blanket. Is there anything you can't do? Im always amazed. I wish you would just talk to me. That would make my day. But I think you hate me.
I shiver. But im stupid and am only wearing pajama pants. If I was smart, I'd go and put on some sweatshirt or something. But I won't be satisfied until I have your blanket. Or you. Either one is fine. I can't sleep. This temperature is stopping me from rest.
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A/N: Yay! Well in the process of writing this I decided to make this a long fic. So coming up right away is Hermione's POV! Yay
The Fur