Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Nope, just my Draco Malfoy plushie! ^_^
AN: Please be nice, it's my first ficcy, I think I have some mistakes but I'm working on wordpad.
Cinderella's Nightmare
By darkdemonslayer
Prologue: The Beginning Of The Madness
She would be his, if he had any say in the stiuation. From the day he saw her step onto that purple train, smiling innocently, hair billowing in the wind as she skipped on board. That wild bush of dark chocolate hair, cinnamon eyes that shot death glares when ever he was in her presence, that strong stubborn will to prover her point and opinion; a true lioness of Gryffindor.
During the holiday before second year, he spotted her with those filthy muggle parents running around Diagon Alley. How he wished to run with her without a care in the world. That could and would never happen, instead he observed her silently in Flourish and Blotts as she was amazed at the wealth of the magnificent books on the shelves. Fingering each binding, about to burst from excitement as she knew each one had a different story to tell. But alas, father had to come and spoil his fun by going up to Weasel and The Boy Who Just Wouldn't Die.
Years passed as her hate for him grew, along with his obsession everything about her. Hey, at least there was passion for him; he thought; but it wasn't the type he wanted. Day by day we would send one piece of her favorite chocolate, along with a distrought poem. He saw her try to discover who this 'admirer' was, fully amused by it, and doubting if she'd ever see her admirer. On her 15th birthday a silver ruby pendant of a snake and lion intertwined just happened to be laying on her pillow after a day at Hogsmeade. It was part of his plan to woo her slowing into falling for him and to see him as a 'sensitive' lover.
How he had restless nights, fantasizing or her under him, writhing in pleasure, moaning his name breathlessly, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as he held her hips in place, her gracefully long legs wrapped tightly around his waist, both bodies against eachother covered in sweat, reaching thir climax together. Soon, yes soon, that dream would be a reality he thinks. He didn't just crave her, oh no, he need her, needed to be inside of her, her flesh covering his. Before all this could happen, he would need her to have the same longing in her eyes for him as he did for her.
AN: Please be nice, it's my first ficcy, I think I have some mistakes but I'm working on wordpad.
Cinderella's Nightmare
By darkdemonslayer
Prologue: The Beginning Of The Madness
She would be his, if he had any say in the stiuation. From the day he saw her step onto that purple train, smiling innocently, hair billowing in the wind as she skipped on board. That wild bush of dark chocolate hair, cinnamon eyes that shot death glares when ever he was in her presence, that strong stubborn will to prover her point and opinion; a true lioness of Gryffindor.
During the holiday before second year, he spotted her with those filthy muggle parents running around Diagon Alley. How he wished to run with her without a care in the world. That could and would never happen, instead he observed her silently in Flourish and Blotts as she was amazed at the wealth of the magnificent books on the shelves. Fingering each binding, about to burst from excitement as she knew each one had a different story to tell. But alas, father had to come and spoil his fun by going up to Weasel and The Boy Who Just Wouldn't Die.
Years passed as her hate for him grew, along with his obsession everything about her. Hey, at least there was passion for him; he thought; but it wasn't the type he wanted. Day by day we would send one piece of her favorite chocolate, along with a distrought poem. He saw her try to discover who this 'admirer' was, fully amused by it, and doubting if she'd ever see her admirer. On her 15th birthday a silver ruby pendant of a snake and lion intertwined just happened to be laying on her pillow after a day at Hogsmeade. It was part of his plan to woo her slowing into falling for him and to see him as a 'sensitive' lover.
How he had restless nights, fantasizing or her under him, writhing in pleasure, moaning his name breathlessly, her nails digging into his broad shoulders as he held her hips in place, her gracefully long legs wrapped tightly around his waist, both bodies against eachother covered in sweat, reaching thir climax together. Soon, yes soon, that dream would be a reality he thinks. He didn't just crave her, oh no, he need her, needed to be inside of her, her flesh covering his. Before all this could happen, he would need her to have the same longing in her eyes for him as he did for her.