A/N: I know, it's been a gazillion years since I've updated this ficcie.
I've just had a lack of inspiration, and a lack of alone time to write.
Thank you to all that have left such great reviews! I truly do appreciate
them! I'm hoping this will be the last chapter, if you think it ends too
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Dear Wolly,
Nev just left. Stormed out would be a more correct way to put it. Things went all wrong. I''ll write everything I can remember:
I let Nev in to help him with homework like I planned on at lunch today. The actual plan was to just help him with homework. He was all smiles and bright eyes walking up to my secluded room (ahhh, the joys of having a rich father). We sat on my bed and he brought out the paper work that he had to finish for the night. It was all going well, I wasn't telling him the answers. He wouldn't have that. I merely guided him. The room is always dimly lit, but tonight the dimness to on a different atmosphere. And, he was so close to me. So....I kissed his cheek. It was soft. He sat there, staring at the paper he was working on, then he turned ever so slightly, and his forehead was against mine. I hadn't moved far away after all. And he kissed me back. On my cheek the modest devil. Then, I felt like that was an open invitation to trap him underneath me on the bed. I moved him back gently though, so that he didn't feel threatened. That could've easily happened. So I'm over him, caressing his hair, and I kissed him on his mouth this time. Very gently, like before. His damn lucky I'm being gentle at this point, my emotions are flying everywhere and his scent his driving me mad. He kisses back a little, I kiss back, he kisses back more..I get very excited and kiss him harder..and then try to slide my tongue in his mouth.. he stops kissing me at this point and pushes me off. This baffles me.
I wouldn't hurt him, but he has hurt me by this gesture so, I, without thinking with my brain say something along the lines of, "What's the matter? Get enough from Granger that you won't give me a chance?! Or do you think you're too good for a slimy Slytherin like myself?"
I get off the bed. He jumps off the bed, with a hurt expression, and runs out of the room.
Honestly, this whole mess is entirely his fault. Well, not entirely. Mostly. A little bit of it. Why do I fall for prudes? If I was going to fast for him then he shouldn't have kissed me back.
I'm never talking to him again, he's already ruined my reputation. People are calling me a softhearted serpent.
The only one I shall confide in from hereinafter is my journal.
-a pissed and hormonal Draco
Dear Wolly,
Odd thing happened today, Ginny Weasley didn't bombard me with questions as usual. She also stuck her tongue out at me, the little snot. Nev was talking to her and Granger at lunch, still looking hurt. I didn't know he talked to little Miss priss Weasley at all. They looked rather chummy too. I wrote him a note last night, soon after I wrote that I would never speak to him again. I doubt he read it though. I bet he even let that slag Granger read it, bet she had a good chuckle. It said something along the lines of: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you into such a heavy, physical homework session. I could go slower. Too bad you have no interest in me, a relationship with you could melt the ice around my heart." So it was basically nothing. Just a casual "I'm sorry" note, not that I'm sorry for something I didn't do.
I don't care if he forgives me either. I'm evil, remember? I don't care if some pretty, soft boy likes me or forgives me or not.
-Draco
Dear Wolly!
I am ecstatic! Can you tell? Not only did that pretty, soft boy forgive me, but also, we're officially dating. Not like it's the first time I've dated someone I actually care about or anything. Or that I'm that surprised that he forgave me. After all, I didn't do anything. I should explain, however, my day and why I must plan out five dates from now till tomorrow night:
"Hi", Nev says softly to me in the hallway. I assume he is saying this to someone behind me, so I casually turn around, no one is there, so I turn back to him with suspicion.
"Hey", I say. He smiles and says, "Come with me.", and summons me with his finger toward a secluded corner in the hallway.
"We need to talk.", he says.
"Why? It's obvious that you have no interest in me."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, you haven't replied to that letter I sent you."
"I'm replying now..", he says shyly, and leans up to kiss me on my cheek.
"Why the sudden change in feeling?" I say.
"How do you know it's a change in feeling?", he says while pulling out something wrapped in green tissue paper.
"Here, this is for you.", he hands me the object.
"What is it?"
"A peace offering."
I open it and find a shiny yellow apple in hand.
"You love the yellow ones, I know.", he says with a smug smile on his face. It was true after all.
"Draco.if you want, you know like you said in the letter, we can go be together."
This overwhelms me and all I can say is "How did you know I liked the yellow ones?"
Looking down, he replies "Lets just say, a red headed interrogator works for me."
I start to chuckle, and am soon just laughing, and he joins in.
"By the way," he adds "I don't french kiss until at least five dates mister."
This could work out, he and I. We'll see.
-Draco
A/N: I know, I know, I made them move too fast. Send the flame mail to: You- Write-A-Better-Ending-Then@anti-flamemail.net. It's been lovely though.
Dear Wolly,
Nev just left. Stormed out would be a more correct way to put it. Things went all wrong. I''ll write everything I can remember:
I let Nev in to help him with homework like I planned on at lunch today. The actual plan was to just help him with homework. He was all smiles and bright eyes walking up to my secluded room (ahhh, the joys of having a rich father). We sat on my bed and he brought out the paper work that he had to finish for the night. It was all going well, I wasn't telling him the answers. He wouldn't have that. I merely guided him. The room is always dimly lit, but tonight the dimness to on a different atmosphere. And, he was so close to me. So....I kissed his cheek. It was soft. He sat there, staring at the paper he was working on, then he turned ever so slightly, and his forehead was against mine. I hadn't moved far away after all. And he kissed me back. On my cheek the modest devil. Then, I felt like that was an open invitation to trap him underneath me on the bed. I moved him back gently though, so that he didn't feel threatened. That could've easily happened. So I'm over him, caressing his hair, and I kissed him on his mouth this time. Very gently, like before. His damn lucky I'm being gentle at this point, my emotions are flying everywhere and his scent his driving me mad. He kisses back a little, I kiss back, he kisses back more..I get very excited and kiss him harder..and then try to slide my tongue in his mouth.. he stops kissing me at this point and pushes me off. This baffles me.
I wouldn't hurt him, but he has hurt me by this gesture so, I, without thinking with my brain say something along the lines of, "What's the matter? Get enough from Granger that you won't give me a chance?! Or do you think you're too good for a slimy Slytherin like myself?"
I get off the bed. He jumps off the bed, with a hurt expression, and runs out of the room.
Honestly, this whole mess is entirely his fault. Well, not entirely. Mostly. A little bit of it. Why do I fall for prudes? If I was going to fast for him then he shouldn't have kissed me back.
I'm never talking to him again, he's already ruined my reputation. People are calling me a softhearted serpent.
The only one I shall confide in from hereinafter is my journal.
-a pissed and hormonal Draco
Dear Wolly,
Odd thing happened today, Ginny Weasley didn't bombard me with questions as usual. She also stuck her tongue out at me, the little snot. Nev was talking to her and Granger at lunch, still looking hurt. I didn't know he talked to little Miss priss Weasley at all. They looked rather chummy too. I wrote him a note last night, soon after I wrote that I would never speak to him again. I doubt he read it though. I bet he even let that slag Granger read it, bet she had a good chuckle. It said something along the lines of: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you into such a heavy, physical homework session. I could go slower. Too bad you have no interest in me, a relationship with you could melt the ice around my heart." So it was basically nothing. Just a casual "I'm sorry" note, not that I'm sorry for something I didn't do.
I don't care if he forgives me either. I'm evil, remember? I don't care if some pretty, soft boy likes me or forgives me or not.
-Draco
Dear Wolly!
I am ecstatic! Can you tell? Not only did that pretty, soft boy forgive me, but also, we're officially dating. Not like it's the first time I've dated someone I actually care about or anything. Or that I'm that surprised that he forgave me. After all, I didn't do anything. I should explain, however, my day and why I must plan out five dates from now till tomorrow night:
"Hi", Nev says softly to me in the hallway. I assume he is saying this to someone behind me, so I casually turn around, no one is there, so I turn back to him with suspicion.
"Hey", I say. He smiles and says, "Come with me.", and summons me with his finger toward a secluded corner in the hallway.
"We need to talk.", he says.
"Why? It's obvious that you have no interest in me."
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, you haven't replied to that letter I sent you."
"I'm replying now..", he says shyly, and leans up to kiss me on my cheek.
"Why the sudden change in feeling?" I say.
"How do you know it's a change in feeling?", he says while pulling out something wrapped in green tissue paper.
"Here, this is for you.", he hands me the object.
"What is it?"
"A peace offering."
I open it and find a shiny yellow apple in hand.
"You love the yellow ones, I know.", he says with a smug smile on his face. It was true after all.
"Draco.if you want, you know like you said in the letter, we can go be together."
This overwhelms me and all I can say is "How did you know I liked the yellow ones?"
Looking down, he replies "Lets just say, a red headed interrogator works for me."
I start to chuckle, and am soon just laughing, and he joins in.
"By the way," he adds "I don't french kiss until at least five dates mister."
This could work out, he and I. We'll see.
-Draco
A/N: I know, I know, I made them move too fast. Send the flame mail to: You- Write-A-Better-Ending-Then@anti-flamemail.net. It's been lovely though.