Deseriegh Riddle walked up the stairs of the slytherin dormetries.
Des was the daughter of the Dark Lord, and knew her future, was to join his side.
The only light was comming from a lit candle, and in it's yellow mist, Des could see the black darkmark shinning on her forearm.
Her heart pounded, she knew thet in the room before her, was her hearts greatest desire.
Des placed a hand on the door handdle, but had second thoughts about what she was going to do...
Draco Malfoy lay, wide awake in his four poster bed.
He rolled over and his green slik sheets made his body, seem slippery.
Blaise snored from somewhere to the left.
'Maybe if he spent more time with his girl, her suductive smiles, the way her body moved, the way she flicked her hair, wouldn't effect him so much...'I'm dead!' he whimpered into the silent room as a the door opened.
Draco sat bolt upright in bed.
There standing before him was Des, he got to his knees, and edged forward, as he placed a hand on her shoulder, thier lips were together, and Draco's mind was racing.
Someone stirred in thier sleep, and the two broke appart.
"Are you sure?" Draco whispered to Des.
"Yes." She whispred back and was soon kissing him again.
...To be continued.
(Des is a character Iv'e added)