Unwanted Feelings, Part 2: Draco
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING...but I wish I owned Tom Felton...*Winkz*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM FELTON!!! *Throws confetti and Streamers everywhere* YAH!!!
(lol, on with the story) *Stares at a pic of Tom, slightly drooling*
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I watched her walk away, knowing I hurt her. Again. In truth, I don't mean too. But I am supposed to. My life was confusing that way; you have limits. Every damned thing has to be perfect or you will get punished, or worse killed. When she disappeared around the corner, I got up off the bench and walked around the school grounds. I whipped my eyes, shocked at feeling wetness on my face. Tears. Something I haven't seen since I was a child. Yes, I was upset about a lot of things. This morning I got an owl form my father, saying that if I didn't join the dark side he would kill my mother.
I loved my mother, though nobody would believe it. Nobody would believe I have a heart. But I do. But it's not mine, since it belongs to someone else. That's another problem, the person I have fallen in love with is the one person I am forbidden too. I, Draco Malfoy am in love with,
Hermione Granger.
Go Figure. How could I fall for a muggle born? And the third of the golden trio at that; my life sucks, but of course I am used to it. I will watch Hermione talking, walking, and laughing with other guys and inside I will suffer heartbreak. Not that anyone could care of course, but that's beside the point.
Sighing, I kicked a rock across the grass and imaged it to be my father's head. Everything was his fault. He was the reason I wasn't free to be who I really am. He was the reason I could never have a chance with someone I love. He didn't believe in love. Well, I didn't either. I didn't believe in anything until third year when Hermione slapped me. It was when I first realized I was in love with her.
The way she walked, talked, laughed, and even being a bookworm, know it all was perfect. See, I am here thinking about all this and still nobody knows what I am truly feeling. Pansy thinks I love her, but I hate her with a great passion. I feel like a dork to be honest.
Running my fingers through my hair, I stepped into the school and headed to the Slytherin Common Room. Thinking about the one part of my life, that would never come true....
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Hiyaz, It will get better I promise. I just had to get both their thoughts out...sorry it's so short!
Much Luv,
Jessica.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING...but I wish I owned Tom Felton...*Winkz*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOM FELTON!!! *Throws confetti and Streamers everywhere* YAH!!!
(lol, on with the story) *Stares at a pic of Tom, slightly drooling*
***
I watched her walk away, knowing I hurt her. Again. In truth, I don't mean too. But I am supposed to. My life was confusing that way; you have limits. Every damned thing has to be perfect or you will get punished, or worse killed. When she disappeared around the corner, I got up off the bench and walked around the school grounds. I whipped my eyes, shocked at feeling wetness on my face. Tears. Something I haven't seen since I was a child. Yes, I was upset about a lot of things. This morning I got an owl form my father, saying that if I didn't join the dark side he would kill my mother.
I loved my mother, though nobody would believe it. Nobody would believe I have a heart. But I do. But it's not mine, since it belongs to someone else. That's another problem, the person I have fallen in love with is the one person I am forbidden too. I, Draco Malfoy am in love with,
Hermione Granger.
Go Figure. How could I fall for a muggle born? And the third of the golden trio at that; my life sucks, but of course I am used to it. I will watch Hermione talking, walking, and laughing with other guys and inside I will suffer heartbreak. Not that anyone could care of course, but that's beside the point.
Sighing, I kicked a rock across the grass and imaged it to be my father's head. Everything was his fault. He was the reason I wasn't free to be who I really am. He was the reason I could never have a chance with someone I love. He didn't believe in love. Well, I didn't either. I didn't believe in anything until third year when Hermione slapped me. It was when I first realized I was in love with her.
The way she walked, talked, laughed, and even being a bookworm, know it all was perfect. See, I am here thinking about all this and still nobody knows what I am truly feeling. Pansy thinks I love her, but I hate her with a great passion. I feel like a dork to be honest.
Running my fingers through my hair, I stepped into the school and headed to the Slytherin Common Room. Thinking about the one part of my life, that would never come true....
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Hiyaz, It will get better I promise. I just had to get both their thoughts out...sorry it's so short!
Much Luv,
Jessica.