This is a first time effort. Maybe the story is not as happy as most stories are supposed to be.
Its based on reality. Most of us use stories to erase the harsh wounds of reality. Its scary when we see real people exactly like the characters that we love. But in truth we wouldn't accept them if they were in fact real. I guess in reality we are much lesser human beings than what we would've been if we were part of a fantasy.
This story is an attempt to redeem myself in my own eyes in spite of how I am ….in reality
All the characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The plot however is mine.
I'm yours for the taking
He came home last night wearing a shirt that was larger than his wiry frame. It's been more than a week that I've seen him...God! Can a person look better with every day? Sometimes I wonder what he sees in me... I'm so soo not the kind of women you'd see in his presence...
Come to think of it you'd probably never see the two of us together in public... at least not the way we are when he is at home with me. Surprising how he's been around for a year and a half now...all the while leaving me wanting for more...
Sadly "more" is something I'll never get. Not from him anyways. Asking that of him would mean the end of what I have with him. And I don't want to throw it all away after months of prayers and tears and hope.
My friends insist that this relationship is doomed from the start, that the youngest of the Malfoys have me twisted around his little finger just like all the women preceding me... They say I should have known better knowing how guys like him operate...Smooth Talkers...
But he never did any of the things that he normally does when he scams on one chick or the other. How do I know? Well ever since I've been with him, the whole universe has joined forces to show the man for himself. All sorts of people including his ex girlfriends came and talked to me.
And I somehow saw through it all and chose to continue...
Have I lost my mind?
Maybe. But then again maybe not. I have asked myself this question so many times that I sound like broken record. I know that there is a good chance that he'll never come to me for good.
But there's this weird feeling inside that stops me from giving up... I've never been surer of the way I feel so strongly about this. Bill thinks that I asking or should I say "begging for pain".
Bill's the only one who knows. Imagine the ruckus if the rest of my brothers found out that their little sister is in a weird relationship with a Malfoy. I think if they recover from the weird relationship bit, they probably won't with the Malfoy bit.
Ron for one would kill me, then Malfoy and then himself...If I survive that Harry would lecture me about my choice in men...That would be rich coming from him, considering that I liked him at one point…..
The world can sometimes be filled with hypocritical pricks. If those who are in the light are the epitome of all good things then why is acceptance of a prodigal so difficult, why are his faults more wrong than Harry's? Considering that Harry is still sowing his wild oats, why is that ok for Harry and not for Malfoy?
Why is it wrong for me to choose to love a man like Malfoy?