okay...been busy with school...and I'm sorry for ignoring fanfictiondom..i really am..sooo....i came back with a new fetish...fire and ice..yeah...
hope you don't puke after reading or something...peace out!
Hate Everything About You.
Draco's Perspective.
Draco Malfoy had everything.
He had money to last a dozen lifetimes even if everything he did was shop and shop and shop…well, you get the idea. He had the power, the charm, the brains and most importantly he had the looks of a Greek God and an Abercrombie and Fitch model, combined.
He knew he had everything, and wasn't a bit ashamed to use it to charm the socks off everyone. Harry Potter was no excuse.
Except one, the girl he truly wanted so badly.
The second girl he only ever loved. (the first was his mother, okay?)
A redheaded spitfire by the name of Ginny Weasley, the only girl immune to his charms.
The girl who invaded his dreams every night, with her flaming red hair and chocolate brown eyes, he was mesmerized.
He loved everything about her.
The way she walks; an adorable hop and step. The way her smile lights up her face; making him feel giddy inside. He loved the freckles sprinkled on her face and had always wondered if he would ever have a chance to play connect-the-dots with the freckles on her back. The way her eyes spark when she gets angry, the way her hair frames her face, the imaginative threats she used at him, the most deadly glare she could muster; only for him and the way she swears. She was different from any girl, and that made her even more beautiful, an added plus to her already beautiful physique.
And the way her lips tasted, it was too god to be true!
Man, he was whipped. Next thing he knows, he'd be spouting bloody poetry.
Man, he hated Ginny Weasley make him feel this way.
Maybe he'd blackmail her on a date this Saturday.
Ginny Weasley's Perspective
I hate him.
I hate that good-for-nothing, super ugly, the-fucking-king-of-the-world, narcisstic prat!
I hate him.
I hate everything about him.
His eyes, his hair, his smirk, his clothes, his everything!
Who the fucking hell has silver hair! Only him. Nobody could have hair that beautiful. Why him? Why couldn't it belong to someone kind and and patient, someone who isn't retarded and oh, I dunno, someone who doesn't have an ego as large as a whale? I hate the way he looks at me and those eyes, they show nothing. I swear he'd always win at poker games. And his clothes, he picks clothes like a girl! He's even more fashionable than me. He picks clothes which shows off his abs and perfect musculature, leaving all the girls unable to concentrate…except me of course. Show-off!
And on top of that, he was the first boy I ever kissed!
Damn him for daring me to do it!
I wish he was never born.
I wish he'd drown somewhere.
I wish he'd be less beautiful than me.
I wish he would never stop being so witty and smart.
I wish all those whores would stop bloody chasing after him.
I wish I were never jealous.
I wish I'd forget about him.
I wish my knees would not go weak every time he looks at me.
I wish I wasn't in love with him.
Oh, for fuck's sake. Maybe I'd dare him on a date this Saturday.
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okay...so that wasn't soo bad, was it?...just nod and ignore me..
hug's n hisses,
Apocalypse Wrath.