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Inspiration: A fresh bolt of electricity skittering through his stomach.
Draco Malfoy wasn't named the Sex God of Hogwarts for no reason. He would always be seen with a different girl on his arm every day, beating the legendary player Sirius Black, who had a girl every week. Though the blonde wizard had been with many, many girls, there was only one that had left an impression on him.
She wasn't anything special. Brown hair. Brown eyes. Just an average witch. The only reason why he even wanted her was for her laughter. Her laugh- the most intoxicating thing he had ever heard in his life. He had to listen to it again. So he spent almost all of the school year trying to win her over, which was a difficult feat. She had heard of his reputation. Then suddenly, as if Merlin decided to change his luck, the girl finally gave him a chance.
His relationship with her was quite different from all the other girls. For one thing, She didn't want to have sex. It was nowhere in the equation. And surprisingly, he didn't mind. Kissing her, being with her, was enough. It completed him in a way that no one before her and even after could do. His mind would go utterly blank, his palms sweaty, and his stomach wild,as if a bolt of electricity was skittering through his stomach. This feeling was foreign.
Which was why he kissed Pansy Parkinson. Why he kissed her in a very public place. Why he kissed her when he knew she would be there. Because Draco Malfoy doesn't get attach to people. Never has. Never will.
Author's Note: This was originally suppose to be a drabble,but as you can see it's anything but.
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