HARRY POTTER BE DAMNED!!!

Disclaimer: Need I do this over and over! Really it's so cliche ( yeah yeah yeah, i don't know how to do the little accent mark thingy. hey let me know if you do.) You know I what I came up with and what I didn't come up with and if you don't, well I don't know what to tell ya.

SUMMARY: OK READ THIS!!! IMPORTANT!!! kinda... Anyways sleepless night i always write better in the morning-night. big point i have no idea what to do with this. so far it's basically a one-shot. this is where i give you - the reader - options, on what you can read. i should probably do this when/if i have more writers but i can't resist. now read and i'll give you the options at the end. thanx!

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You love to see me suffer don't you? All the pain you cause me. I can see you in the corner of my eye walking on his arm. It's unbelievable how you allow him to flaunt you like that. It's obvious he doesn't have real feelings for you. He doesn't feel for you the way I feel for you. He doesn't need you. He doesn't lose sleep for you. He doesn't eat less because you don't look at him, and you don't take up space in his mind like you do to me. It makes me sick to see him ignorantly looking past you. You don't even seem to care. I can't understand why.

What does he do to you when nobody is around to witness? Does he hurt you? Does he take you? Or do you give yourself to him the same that you gave yourself to me? Do you picture me when he's inside you? Do think of me running my lips and tongue and fingers along your body, when it's really him? Is he clumsy, the way you joked that he would be? Do you ever miss my touch? Would you?

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Does anybody notice that you don't glow like you used to? Sure your smiles are bright and you're eyes dance, but your face has dimmed, so imperceptible that maybe it is only me that has noticed. It shouldn't surprise you after all, who knows you better than I? The only other is destroyed, he is but a memory. Although, you have become quite good at hiding anything you don't want to be found. Your feelings, your secrets, even little trinkets that mean more to you than anyone would think. But I know the truth. I know it well.

He could live without you. If you died tonight, if you ran away he would play mourning love for three days and be on his merry way. Even his dramatic disposition couldn't stand longer than that. He'd probably look toward the Mudblood for comfort. Though what of me?

You've got me sick, woman. I can't sleep until early in the morning, no matter how I toss and turn. And that isn't the worst part. I see you everywhere. A woman passes me on the street and her scent is a reminiscent of you. I always see you in the dark of the streets – the only time I can bear to walk them now – hidden in the shadows, another woman whose features are altered in the celestial light or from the light of a window that is still on in the late hours.

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It's all over the papers every single last one of them and I don't know how to handle it. You are to be married. When I first discover this fact I am weak with self-pity and hatred and all the other nasties that could cause me to lose my strength, but then I find that I cannot allow this to happen. My entire being would not be able to survive it. Therefore it is down to the kill or be killed in a more metaphoric and less (a lot less) bloody way. For I am Draco Malfoy, bloodshed is not necessary in the re-wooing of a past flame. Harry Potter be damned! Ginny Weasley is about to be lost to you forever!

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Now the important part. here are you're choices

1) i could write the story that is in here - you know - with more length and let this be the prologue, or

2) i could make this part one and have a part two and/or part three,or

3) i could end it here, or

4) last, but not least, if you could convince me into another option that i hasn't occured to me nad hasn't been namedd i might to that.

right now it's general, but more likely it'll be humorous, but i'm flexible. AND I ALSO GREATLY APOLOGIZE FOR THE NOTES BEING LONGER THAN THE STORY ITSELF. i grovel on my knees forgive me.