Dear Journal,
I've always thought of myself as intelligent, even more so than the Mudblood. I've got charm, i've got wit, and i've got looks. But around Harry Potter i lose all of that. Around him, i lose everything but my looks as those can never truly fade away. But i lose my most powerful weapons. My charm, my wit, and my intelligence. I am reduced to nothing but a drooling pile of jelly and my brain just starts singing catching bubblegum pop songs.
Under his gaze i feel my my bones crumbling, my heart pounding, my mind spinning, my body trembling. All the side affects of being in love. My mask falls to the ground as though i were at a masquerade and i found the belle of the ball and gently remove my mask before i sweep her (in this case him) into my arms and kiss him dramatically.
Father always told me i was too dramatic. But i like fireworks, i like stars, i like everything drawn out to it's extreme and precise measurements. to perfection.
Harry Potter is perfection.
I can't help falling in love with him. I want him to take my hand, my life, my heart, my soul. It's all his. Just his everlasting gaze makes me wrap up my world into a box with a silk ribbon to hand to him. And i did.
He kissed me today. At first i thought Vincent had slipped something into my pumpkin juice, until i felt Harry's nails dig into my skin, claiming me as his forever. His lips tasted even sweeter and his strong embrace melted me like chocolate sitting out too long in the sun. A delicious melting pill of sweet goo. And my brain just stopped. My heart just stopped.
Harry Potter was kissing me. Not the other way around. He was truly kissing me. He was kissing me with the force of a thousand storms. with a violent tenderness i never expected. There were fireworks, there were stars. It was perfection.
I don't know how it happened or why it happened, but fate has always had a sense of humor. I guess it happened when it had too. When it was the right time. And it was. It was the perfect time. It was simply. Just simply. Just simply lovely.
I was sitting out under the stars by the lake, when i felt warm arms around me and judging by the rate of which my heart was beating, i knew it could only be one person. And he held me for a while, his heart beating in synchronization with mine, before he tilted my head and kissed me.
I lost all coherent thought as soon as his lips touched mine.
Beautiful. Perfect.
I was always his. It was meant to be that way. I was his princess, he was my knight in shining armor who only had to get past the dragon to rescue me from the old abandoned tower.
And today, my knight rescued me and we rode off into the horizon. He kissed me with his soft lips and then whispered those three words i'd been waiting for all my life.
I love you.
My prince loves me.
Harry Potter loves me.
~Draco Malfoy. The Boy Who Was Loved
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Endnote: Squeezbots! G to S is done! And now Harry's Journal will begin. Look for it under "Stupid for a While, The Diary of Harry Potter." It'll clear a lot of things up. Note that his diary isn't a sequel but corresponds with G to S.
Please review and muchos thanks and love to reviewers (if I left you out I'm really sorry). (Crystalhorse72, Megharts, Lunaledafe, BlancheMalfoy, Pepsi, Moonchild, Madame Berserker, Squeebat, Ravishingly Discreet, zara, harrypotterfreak, caty, anonymous, ass, flutegirl, cat, squashy galoshes, Ladyblondehair, Cuey Chan, Millie Chan, wblrged, kei~kei, Aishiteru Tenshi, Dia, Lady Chaos, bandersnatch, lioness wildfire, and Lady Rillen.) ::hugs all::
I've always thought of myself as intelligent, even more so than the Mudblood. I've got charm, i've got wit, and i've got looks. But around Harry Potter i lose all of that. Around him, i lose everything but my looks as those can never truly fade away. But i lose my most powerful weapons. My charm, my wit, and my intelligence. I am reduced to nothing but a drooling pile of jelly and my brain just starts singing catching bubblegum pop songs.
Under his gaze i feel my my bones crumbling, my heart pounding, my mind spinning, my body trembling. All the side affects of being in love. My mask falls to the ground as though i were at a masquerade and i found the belle of the ball and gently remove my mask before i sweep her (in this case him) into my arms and kiss him dramatically.
Father always told me i was too dramatic. But i like fireworks, i like stars, i like everything drawn out to it's extreme and precise measurements. to perfection.
Harry Potter is perfection.
I can't help falling in love with him. I want him to take my hand, my life, my heart, my soul. It's all his. Just his everlasting gaze makes me wrap up my world into a box with a silk ribbon to hand to him. And i did.
He kissed me today. At first i thought Vincent had slipped something into my pumpkin juice, until i felt Harry's nails dig into my skin, claiming me as his forever. His lips tasted even sweeter and his strong embrace melted me like chocolate sitting out too long in the sun. A delicious melting pill of sweet goo. And my brain just stopped. My heart just stopped.
Harry Potter was kissing me. Not the other way around. He was truly kissing me. He was kissing me with the force of a thousand storms. with a violent tenderness i never expected. There were fireworks, there were stars. It was perfection.
I don't know how it happened or why it happened, but fate has always had a sense of humor. I guess it happened when it had too. When it was the right time. And it was. It was the perfect time. It was simply. Just simply. Just simply lovely.
I was sitting out under the stars by the lake, when i felt warm arms around me and judging by the rate of which my heart was beating, i knew it could only be one person. And he held me for a while, his heart beating in synchronization with mine, before he tilted my head and kissed me.
I lost all coherent thought as soon as his lips touched mine.
Beautiful. Perfect.
I was always his. It was meant to be that way. I was his princess, he was my knight in shining armor who only had to get past the dragon to rescue me from the old abandoned tower.
And today, my knight rescued me and we rode off into the horizon. He kissed me with his soft lips and then whispered those three words i'd been waiting for all my life.
I love you.
My prince loves me.
Harry Potter loves me.
~Draco Malfoy. The Boy Who Was Loved
***FIN***
Endnote: Squeezbots! G to S is done! And now Harry's Journal will begin. Look for it under "Stupid for a While, The Diary of Harry Potter." It'll clear a lot of things up. Note that his diary isn't a sequel but corresponds with G to S.
Please review and muchos thanks and love to reviewers (if I left you out I'm really sorry). (Crystalhorse72, Megharts, Lunaledafe, BlancheMalfoy, Pepsi, Moonchild, Madame Berserker, Squeebat, Ravishingly Discreet, zara, harrypotterfreak, caty, anonymous, ass, flutegirl, cat, squashy galoshes, Ladyblondehair, Cuey Chan, Millie Chan, wblrged, kei~kei, Aishiteru Tenshi, Dia, Lady Chaos, bandersnatch, lioness wildfire, and Lady Rillen.) ::hugs all::