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~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Two- Preparations (Draco's POV)
Oh my god! I kissed Harry Potter! Harry Bloody Potter! The-Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived! I met him in a random classroom expecting to beat the living hell out of him. And I did. I immediately regretted it afterwards. His perfect form was covered in blood. I really didn't think I would go as far as hitting him, but then he called me a Daddy's Boy. No body calls me Daddy's Boy. So, I kicked his ass. After we fought all of my anger had left with the punches.
As he lay there I started noticing things like how his hair looked like he had just had the best shag of his life and how perfectly tan and beautiful his skin was and how his eyes seemed to look right through me at my very soul, not to mention how sexy and exotic his scar was. He turned and saw that I was looking at him. Somehow we ended up making out. After the kiss I did what any body in my position would do. I ran like a madman.
I kept asking myself, 'How on earth could I let that happen?' When Voldemort finds out, he'll not only want me to join him, but now he'll want me to turn over Harry -I mean Potter- to him too.
'That will never happen,' I told myself. Wait. Why the hell would I care what happens to Potter? He's a git.
'Because you love him!' A voice in my head shouted.
I do not love him. I don't even know what love is. I have never witnessed love. My parents had never loved each other. I have never met two people and knew without a doubt that they were in love. I'm not even sure it exists. For all I know, love is just something they invented for fairy tales to make them better.
I changed into my silk green PJs, turned my light off, and went to bed. I fell asleep thinking about the hate issue between Potter and I.
**NEXT MORNING**
When I awoke the next morning I took a look around my dorm to make sure that my roommates were still asleep. I share a room with Blaise Zambini, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe. Blaise is the only one worth talking to. Crabbe and Goyle don't have a big enough vocabulary to read a children's book. Though Blaise was slowly becoming less of a friend and more of a guy trying to get into my pants. I was getting really annoying.
I slowly made my way towards the shower room. The sensation from to hot water made me forget any worries I had about Potter. After I cleaned my self almost obsessively I looked through my clothes trying to find a good, attention-getting outfit. It was a Saturday, so I didn't have to wear my school robes. After careful consideration I decided on the most flattering, outgoing clothes I own.
I stepped into the sight of the full length mirror. I wore tight leather pants with a white studded belt and gigantic boots. On my upper body I wore a white muscle shirt to show off the benefits of being a seeker and a black spiked collar. I carefully spiked my hair and ut black eyeliner on. I looked so sexy.
Today was going to be a day Harry Potter would never forget.
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A/N: I have decided to do little previews. At least until I get caught up with myself. I have five chapters written out so far. I hope you guys have liked what you've read. Please review.
**PREVIEW**
"Why did you kiss me?"
"It was convenient."
My whole world came tumbling down....
~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Two- Preparations (Draco's POV)
Oh my god! I kissed Harry Potter! Harry Bloody Potter! The-Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived! I met him in a random classroom expecting to beat the living hell out of him. And I did. I immediately regretted it afterwards. His perfect form was covered in blood. I really didn't think I would go as far as hitting him, but then he called me a Daddy's Boy. No body calls me Daddy's Boy. So, I kicked his ass. After we fought all of my anger had left with the punches.
As he lay there I started noticing things like how his hair looked like he had just had the best shag of his life and how perfectly tan and beautiful his skin was and how his eyes seemed to look right through me at my very soul, not to mention how sexy and exotic his scar was. He turned and saw that I was looking at him. Somehow we ended up making out. After the kiss I did what any body in my position would do. I ran like a madman.
I kept asking myself, 'How on earth could I let that happen?' When Voldemort finds out, he'll not only want me to join him, but now he'll want me to turn over Harry -I mean Potter- to him too.
'That will never happen,' I told myself. Wait. Why the hell would I care what happens to Potter? He's a git.
'Because you love him!' A voice in my head shouted.
I do not love him. I don't even know what love is. I have never witnessed love. My parents had never loved each other. I have never met two people and knew without a doubt that they were in love. I'm not even sure it exists. For all I know, love is just something they invented for fairy tales to make them better.
I changed into my silk green PJs, turned my light off, and went to bed. I fell asleep thinking about the hate issue between Potter and I.
**NEXT MORNING**
When I awoke the next morning I took a look around my dorm to make sure that my roommates were still asleep. I share a room with Blaise Zambini, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe. Blaise is the only one worth talking to. Crabbe and Goyle don't have a big enough vocabulary to read a children's book. Though Blaise was slowly becoming less of a friend and more of a guy trying to get into my pants. I was getting really annoying.
I slowly made my way towards the shower room. The sensation from to hot water made me forget any worries I had about Potter. After I cleaned my self almost obsessively I looked through my clothes trying to find a good, attention-getting outfit. It was a Saturday, so I didn't have to wear my school robes. After careful consideration I decided on the most flattering, outgoing clothes I own.
I stepped into the sight of the full length mirror. I wore tight leather pants with a white studded belt and gigantic boots. On my upper body I wore a white muscle shirt to show off the benefits of being a seeker and a black spiked collar. I carefully spiked my hair and ut black eyeliner on. I looked so sexy.
Today was going to be a day Harry Potter would never forget.
~~~~~~~~~
A/N: I have decided to do little previews. At least until I get caught up with myself. I have five chapters written out so far. I hope you guys have liked what you've read. Please review.
**PREVIEW**
"Why did you kiss me?"
"It was convenient."
My whole world came tumbling down....