Hmm... Writing Romance and Drama at the same time.... I suck at it. Oh
well, I tried. There's a bit slash. Yeah... that was all.
There he is. The boy who keeps me awake at night, driving me crazy, sitting at the Gryffindor table. So close, but still so far out of reach. He's laughing. He's laughing that wonderful smile, his eyes full of happiness. Why can't I be there too? Why can't I laugh with him?
The only times I'm with him is at Potions, Care for Magical Creatures and Quidditch. And no reasonf or him to laugh at those times. I'm always such an asshole, taunting him. To save my own face. If I could just be there...
'Draco?? DRACO!!' I looked up, eyeing Crabbe. 'What is it!?' I spat at him. 'You all right?' He asked, a bit concerned. No, I'm not all right... but who cares?! I scowled. 'Does it matters?!' Crabbe raised one eyebrow. 'What is wrong with you? You are acting so. odd... lately.' I didn't reply. Is he suspecting something? Am I SO obvious that even Crabbe notices??
I stood up and walked out of the Great Hall to the dungeons, and got in my private bedroom. Thank God I had my own bedroom... I sat down on the cold floor and looked around. Silver, green and black. Those colours. The colours that keep me away from him. If I could just tell... No! I knew I couldn't. I had too much to loose.
I'd be a disgrace! And Father. He would probably kill me. Malfoy. Oh, how I hate that name. It stands for pureblood, hate, evil and Slytherin. I closed my eyes. If I could just tell him. I knew I could. But then what?! I could never go on with the disgrace that it would bring. I thought until 5 AM in the morning, then made my decision.
I walked after him after Quidditch, made up my mind, knowing what I had to do. 'I need to talk to you.' I said to him, looking directly into his beautiful eyes. 'I have to tell you something.' 'Get on with it, Malfoy.' The boy replied. I sighed, and gathered all my courage. 'I... I love you, Potter.'
His eyes widened, not able to say anything. I kissed him hard on his mouth. 'I love you. Now I told you, I can not live on with the disgrace.' I whispered. A tear rolled down my cheek, while pointing my wand in my own direction. 'Goodbye...' 'I love you too.' Was the last thing I heard before a green light surrounded me, taking me away.
~Ermm yeah... People who have read my other stories will notice this is not my usual style. Not at all. I... Just... *shrugs* Tell me what you think.~
There he is. The boy who keeps me awake at night, driving me crazy, sitting at the Gryffindor table. So close, but still so far out of reach. He's laughing. He's laughing that wonderful smile, his eyes full of happiness. Why can't I be there too? Why can't I laugh with him?
The only times I'm with him is at Potions, Care for Magical Creatures and Quidditch. And no reasonf or him to laugh at those times. I'm always such an asshole, taunting him. To save my own face. If I could just be there...
'Draco?? DRACO!!' I looked up, eyeing Crabbe. 'What is it!?' I spat at him. 'You all right?' He asked, a bit concerned. No, I'm not all right... but who cares?! I scowled. 'Does it matters?!' Crabbe raised one eyebrow. 'What is wrong with you? You are acting so. odd... lately.' I didn't reply. Is he suspecting something? Am I SO obvious that even Crabbe notices??
I stood up and walked out of the Great Hall to the dungeons, and got in my private bedroom. Thank God I had my own bedroom... I sat down on the cold floor and looked around. Silver, green and black. Those colours. The colours that keep me away from him. If I could just tell... No! I knew I couldn't. I had too much to loose.
I'd be a disgrace! And Father. He would probably kill me. Malfoy. Oh, how I hate that name. It stands for pureblood, hate, evil and Slytherin. I closed my eyes. If I could just tell him. I knew I could. But then what?! I could never go on with the disgrace that it would bring. I thought until 5 AM in the morning, then made my decision.
I walked after him after Quidditch, made up my mind, knowing what I had to do. 'I need to talk to you.' I said to him, looking directly into his beautiful eyes. 'I have to tell you something.' 'Get on with it, Malfoy.' The boy replied. I sighed, and gathered all my courage. 'I... I love you, Potter.'
His eyes widened, not able to say anything. I kissed him hard on his mouth. 'I love you. Now I told you, I can not live on with the disgrace.' I whispered. A tear rolled down my cheek, while pointing my wand in my own direction. 'Goodbye...' 'I love you too.' Was the last thing I heard before a green light surrounded me, taking me away.
~Ermm yeah... People who have read my other stories will notice this is not my usual style. Not at all. I... Just... *shrugs* Tell me what you think.~