DISCLAIMER:
Me: Hi, I'm Lovable Drama Queen.
Crowd: Hi, Lovable Drama Queen!
Me: I...this is hard to say...I...I...I don't own Harry Potter.
Crowd gasps in shock
Me: Wow. It feels good to get that off my chest.
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The next morning, they woke up in each other's arms.
It was Draco who woke up first and saw the love of his life nestled snugly on his chest. The sight was so beautiful that he decided not to disturb her slumber, and fell back to sleep dreaming about how lucky he was.
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The next time Draco awoke, he found Trista primping herself in the mirror that hung over the dresser.
"Good morning," he cooed groggily.
"Morning, sleepy head," she replied sitting on the bed.
"Want to get some breakfast?"
"I wish I could, but I've got rehearsal with the guys."
"What about lunch?"
"Show."
"Dinner."
"Late Show."
"Am I ever gonna see you again? I mean, we're leaving tomorrow afternoon. This may be our last day together!"
"I know, I know. My schedules a bit frantic. But, why don't we meet after the late show, and we'll do something?"
"Okay, okay. I guess I'll see you then," he said leaning in for a kiss.
Trista pulled away.
"What's wrong?"
"First rule of show business, remember? We agreed on nothing complicated. We weren't gonna get in over our heads."
"It's too late. I'm already in. Head over heels."
"Draco,..."
"Trista, I love you. Don't you feel the same way."
"Yes. No. I don't know. I'm so confused."
"Don't be."
"Draco...I just hate to see nice guys taken advantage of."
"You're not taking advantage of me...I'm lucky to have finally found you. You're everything I've ever wanted."
"Draco, I..."
He out his finger to her lips, and kissed her, ignoring the rule.