Draco couldn't believe that he finally got to meet Hermione face to face
after all this time of desperation. For so long she wanted to see her ..
touch her ... He was blind to never see her beauty before. He was too young
then to notice and appreciate such a beauty. He didn't realize Hermione's
perfection till he graduated from Hogwarts. Now ... finally a date with his
longed beloved.
His eyes roamed around his bedroom. Each wall pasted with pictures of Hermione. Not an inch of wall could be seen. His room was purely devoted to Hermione Granger. Each picture waved and winked at him making his dark heart flutter.
For 5 years he watched Hermione. Secretly taking pictures, following every step she took, memorizing every word that left her lips. He was like a shadow, somthing that was always there but never thought about. Ignored. He hated this thought. He wanted to be thought about, he wanted to be noticed by no other than Hermione Granger.
He pressed his body against the closest wall and rubbed his face in whatever picture was posted. He caressed his face on them then he rubbed his face hard. He cursed Potter and Weasley for always being there with her. He was jealous of the time that they spent together. The magnificent trio ... inseparable. Fuck them both!
He wasn't scared of them though. He didn't want to hurt them even though he longed for it. He didn't want to hurt Hermione. He knew that she would be hurt if they left her side. But if worst comes to worst ..... he wouldn't mind taking their heads and feed it to a snake to gnaw on. He especially didn't like Weasley. So many things he would love to do to that red head. He despised him because of the way he treats Hermione. Always made her upset.
But she doesn't have to be upset anymore. Draco Malfoy is here.
He plucked a picture off the wall. He let his lips run up and down the sides, getting turned on by the thought of her. He kissed her picture and blood trickled down his chin. The cute didnt' hurt him. He thought of the sting as a love kind of pain.
"Not only will our hearts finally be together Hermione ... but my blood is yours too."
His eyes roamed around his bedroom. Each wall pasted with pictures of Hermione. Not an inch of wall could be seen. His room was purely devoted to Hermione Granger. Each picture waved and winked at him making his dark heart flutter.
For 5 years he watched Hermione. Secretly taking pictures, following every step she took, memorizing every word that left her lips. He was like a shadow, somthing that was always there but never thought about. Ignored. He hated this thought. He wanted to be thought about, he wanted to be noticed by no other than Hermione Granger.
He pressed his body against the closest wall and rubbed his face in whatever picture was posted. He caressed his face on them then he rubbed his face hard. He cursed Potter and Weasley for always being there with her. He was jealous of the time that they spent together. The magnificent trio ... inseparable. Fuck them both!
He wasn't scared of them though. He didn't want to hurt them even though he longed for it. He didn't want to hurt Hermione. He knew that she would be hurt if they left her side. But if worst comes to worst ..... he wouldn't mind taking their heads and feed it to a snake to gnaw on. He especially didn't like Weasley. So many things he would love to do to that red head. He despised him because of the way he treats Hermione. Always made her upset.
But she doesn't have to be upset anymore. Draco Malfoy is here.
He plucked a picture off the wall. He let his lips run up and down the sides, getting turned on by the thought of her. He kissed her picture and blood trickled down his chin. The cute didnt' hurt him. He thought of the sting as a love kind of pain.
"Not only will our hearts finally be together Hermione ... but my blood is yours too."