Title: Lost in You
Censor: PG-13
Chapter 3: Why?
~ Draco's POV~
I just found out why I've been kissing that God-forsaken mudblood... Blaise was stupid enough to give me a bloody love potion! Why in hell's name would he do that? Probably to get a good laugh. I've kissed that Granger girl two times... I wonder if she enjoyed it? Wait it's her I'm thinking about, not some hot piece of ass! Well I am irresistible, hot, intelligent, and yet very modest...
Maybe I should explain everything to Granger, or should I just keep kissing her for unknown reasons... Oh no, I'm becoming a hormonal teenager!!! Wait, I already was, oh well. More lovin' the better. Rape, nah, kissing unsuspecting mudblood Gryffindors, yes! My father wouldn't be proud though, but who fucking cares about him!
~ Two days later~
I feel more confused by the day! Am I falling for Granger. She is hot... and smart. Hey, father might go for a hot, smart mudblood. NO, SHE IS NOT ANYWHERE NEAR HOT NOR SMART!!! I mentally kicked myself from thinking about Hermione. NO thinking about Hermione...
When has she become Hermione in my mind? Not Hermione! Bitch, mudblood, female bastard, whore, uh hot. No not hot.
~Regular POV~
"Hey Draco! Draco!" said some random Slytherin.
"What the hell do you want????" Draco yelled. A look of shock arose in the cowering 2nd year.
"Its. er. b.break. breakfast..."
"Well?"
"W.well what?" asked the confused boy.
"Why didn't you say so???"
"I just did..."
"Just shut up!" Draco interrupted. He got up off the emerald green couch and made his way threw the crowd of drowsy Slytherins. He climbed out of the portrait whole and walked to the Great Hall, scowling all the way.
~ In the Gryffindor common room~
A brunette and a redhead were sitting on the burgundy couch talking non-stop. The brunette was slightly older and matured than the redhead. The redhead's hair was straight and brilliantly bright. She had a high voice; it was sweet and girly. The brunette's voice flowed like a stream melting after winter.
"Ginny, I need to talk to you about Malfoy," she said rather nervously.
"Why, 'Mione?"
"He's been doing strange things lately..."
"Strange things?"
"He's been kissing me then running off..."
"Malfoy kissing you!"
"Yes," Hermione sighed. Ginny was searching her brain for an answer for her.
"1) He thinks you and all of the muggle-borns are scum.2) He's a pureblood. 3) his father will kill him! It seems out of his character to be going around kissing 'mudblood' Gryffindors!"
"I know!"
"Maybe an illegal love potion... or a lust/desire potion!"
"Might be!"
"But who would do that to Malfoy and you?"
"Ron and Harry wouldn't"
"Maybe a Slytherin!"
"There is Bulstrode, Zambini, Goyle, Crabbe, and all the other Slytherins!"
"I'm going to think this over a good book."
"See ya, 'Mione!"
"Kay." Hermione got up and crawled out the portrait, saying goodbye to the Pink Lady as she left. She walked down the cold hallways to the library. It felt colder than usual. She saw a shadow lurking behind a door. This scared the living shit out of her, but she kept her self amazingly calm. Suddenly a white hand wrapped around her shoulder. It was cold and pale.
"I need to talk to you..."
Censor: PG-13
Chapter 3: Why?
~ Draco's POV~
I just found out why I've been kissing that God-forsaken mudblood... Blaise was stupid enough to give me a bloody love potion! Why in hell's name would he do that? Probably to get a good laugh. I've kissed that Granger girl two times... I wonder if she enjoyed it? Wait it's her I'm thinking about, not some hot piece of ass! Well I am irresistible, hot, intelligent, and yet very modest...
Maybe I should explain everything to Granger, or should I just keep kissing her for unknown reasons... Oh no, I'm becoming a hormonal teenager!!! Wait, I already was, oh well. More lovin' the better. Rape, nah, kissing unsuspecting mudblood Gryffindors, yes! My father wouldn't be proud though, but who fucking cares about him!
~ Two days later~
I feel more confused by the day! Am I falling for Granger. She is hot... and smart. Hey, father might go for a hot, smart mudblood. NO, SHE IS NOT ANYWHERE NEAR HOT NOR SMART!!! I mentally kicked myself from thinking about Hermione. NO thinking about Hermione...
When has she become Hermione in my mind? Not Hermione! Bitch, mudblood, female bastard, whore, uh hot. No not hot.
~Regular POV~
"Hey Draco! Draco!" said some random Slytherin.
"What the hell do you want????" Draco yelled. A look of shock arose in the cowering 2nd year.
"Its. er. b.break. breakfast..."
"Well?"
"W.well what?" asked the confused boy.
"Why didn't you say so???"
"I just did..."
"Just shut up!" Draco interrupted. He got up off the emerald green couch and made his way threw the crowd of drowsy Slytherins. He climbed out of the portrait whole and walked to the Great Hall, scowling all the way.
~ In the Gryffindor common room~
A brunette and a redhead were sitting on the burgundy couch talking non-stop. The brunette was slightly older and matured than the redhead. The redhead's hair was straight and brilliantly bright. She had a high voice; it was sweet and girly. The brunette's voice flowed like a stream melting after winter.
"Ginny, I need to talk to you about Malfoy," she said rather nervously.
"Why, 'Mione?"
"He's been doing strange things lately..."
"Strange things?"
"He's been kissing me then running off..."
"Malfoy kissing you!"
"Yes," Hermione sighed. Ginny was searching her brain for an answer for her.
"1) He thinks you and all of the muggle-borns are scum.2) He's a pureblood. 3) his father will kill him! It seems out of his character to be going around kissing 'mudblood' Gryffindors!"
"I know!"
"Maybe an illegal love potion... or a lust/desire potion!"
"Might be!"
"But who would do that to Malfoy and you?"
"Ron and Harry wouldn't"
"Maybe a Slytherin!"
"There is Bulstrode, Zambini, Goyle, Crabbe, and all the other Slytherins!"
"I'm going to think this over a good book."
"See ya, 'Mione!"
"Kay." Hermione got up and crawled out the portrait, saying goodbye to the Pink Lady as she left. She walked down the cold hallways to the library. It felt colder than usual. She saw a shadow lurking behind a door. This scared the living shit out of her, but she kept her self amazingly calm. Suddenly a white hand wrapped around her shoulder. It was cold and pale.
"I need to talk to you..."