Disclaimer: none of this is mine and will never be, well, except for the plot, ofcourse.
An: this is my first fanfic, so pls bear with me… and also…I'm not that good in English and therefore, wrong spellings…grammar…CAN be found.
------a story of love, affection, and the person behind the mask……………… uncover the truth and reality……… uncover the secrets…….. of passion and a never ending ……… romance
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Draco stepped out of the castle, gently closing the great oak doors behind him. He took a deep breath of the fresh air. He had always loved the fresh air. He smile at the thought. He had never apprecieted anything more than he appreciates the fresh air. He just love it! Especially the different kind of scents it brings , the woods, the leaves, the lake, the birds, the smell of the whole outdoors. He felt like he was a part of it. Yes, he is a Malfoy, but this Malfoy dared to be different. He always have to wear that scrowl, that smirk the look of hate whenever he is infront of other people, but when he is alone, he is different.
He sat on the grass, facing the lake. He looked around him. Nature. The outdoors. He again smiled upon thinking this. What would the others a say if they found out about this? That he,, Draco, a Malfoy, goes out every night to the castle grounds, sit there, and think. Think of things. He once again looked around, beautiful, so entraling, wonderful…. And with that, he fell as sleep.
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He woke with a start, and looked around. That's strange, he thought. He remembered falling asleep in the castle grounds, not in his room. Could he have been seen and was brought inside while he was asleep? Nope. He would wake up if that happen. Then, some thing rose from the dark, swirling in a flash of white light, the swirl eventually took form, he watched as it develop a face, body, arms feet, features, hair, clothes….. the figure was standing beside him now, looking at him with brown eyes, no, wait, deep and lovely brown eyes. The figure bent over him in the dark. He could feel its hair brushing againts his arms and face. Bushy, he thought. Bushy but soft. Their faces merely apart now. And the figure closed the distance with a kiss. A soft kiss. He felt a jolt in his nerve. Why is he feeling like this? Why is he feeling like theres something wrong about this? Then it hit him! Who this figure was, its…its..no…it can't be…Hermione. But once he thought of this, the feeling was gone. It was now replaced by ….by what? But he just brushed the thought away and sink into the kiss…feeling her lips agains his. How warm it feels and how delightful the moment was. And somehow, it felt right…………..
An: there! That's the first chapter. Thank you for reading it…I'm not asking for any reviews because I think that would be too much..you reading this is already enough…but I wouldn't be mad if you do…review my story, that is. Thanks a lot again.
---kiAn