Shhhh! Don't tell anyone.
Pg-13 I guess.
POV, for anyone who loves Draco Malfoy. It could be yooooooooooou!
Oh, and, not mine (
Shhhh! Don't tell anyone.
I don't know why I like him. No. See that's where I'm lying. The smirk for one. I have always been a sucker for the smirk. On anyone. Everyone. Who can pull it off that is. And boy can he pull it off. The Smirk teamed with The Eyebrow is a lethal combination. Every time he does that, to me or anyone else I feel like falling at his feet and begging to be his sex slave. Mmmmmm. Sex with Draco Malfoy. That would be good. He looks like he could kiss you sensless. He definitely could. He can look me senseless. It's the bad boy thing. I have a bad boy fetish. It can't ever be good for me. It's not healthy. But I always have been more rough than romantic. Not rough rough. I just think than being romantic kinda takes away some of the passion. His eyes though. You can fall into them. They are deep. But he's still a bad boy. I know I am being obsessive. He would never go for me. I'm not his type. A Slytherin. I almost wish I was. No. I don't. If we were in a relationship, well it would be dangerous and exiting. Because of all the sneaking around, and midnight walks and it would be passionate and.yeh. I should probably stop daydreaming. I might drool or something.
My friend walks up to me and waves a hand in front of my face. "Hey girl, I don't know who you are lustin after, but you got it bad. So dish. Who is the lucky lad?"
I look at her and blush. "Shhhh! Don't tell anyone, but...Draco. He's so..mmm, you know?"
She goggles at me as if I had grown an extra head: "No!! Draco "Slytherin" Malfoy. You have to be shitting me. C'mon, you can't be serious, can you?"
I look at her in an equally rude fashion, but she just ignores me. Yes, I've gone insane.
Pg-13 I guess.
POV, for anyone who loves Draco Malfoy. It could be yooooooooooou!
Oh, and, not mine (
Shhhh! Don't tell anyone.
I don't know why I like him. No. See that's where I'm lying. The smirk for one. I have always been a sucker for the smirk. On anyone. Everyone. Who can pull it off that is. And boy can he pull it off. The Smirk teamed with The Eyebrow is a lethal combination. Every time he does that, to me or anyone else I feel like falling at his feet and begging to be his sex slave. Mmmmmm. Sex with Draco Malfoy. That would be good. He looks like he could kiss you sensless. He definitely could. He can look me senseless. It's the bad boy thing. I have a bad boy fetish. It can't ever be good for me. It's not healthy. But I always have been more rough than romantic. Not rough rough. I just think than being romantic kinda takes away some of the passion. His eyes though. You can fall into them. They are deep. But he's still a bad boy. I know I am being obsessive. He would never go for me. I'm not his type. A Slytherin. I almost wish I was. No. I don't. If we were in a relationship, well it would be dangerous and exiting. Because of all the sneaking around, and midnight walks and it would be passionate and.yeh. I should probably stop daydreaming. I might drool or something.
My friend walks up to me and waves a hand in front of my face. "Hey girl, I don't know who you are lustin after, but you got it bad. So dish. Who is the lucky lad?"
I look at her and blush. "Shhhh! Don't tell anyone, but...Draco. He's so..mmm, you know?"
She goggles at me as if I had grown an extra head: "No!! Draco "Slytherin" Malfoy. You have to be shitting me. C'mon, you can't be serious, can you?"
I look at her in an equally rude fashion, but she just ignores me. Yes, I've gone insane.