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Hey guy's please review, I really need the encouragment now since I lost everything on my computer a few days ago! But anyways this chapter is really, really short. All the chapters seem short. So I promise at least one long chapter and one short chapter by Sunday or Monday. Please Review, suggestions and comments really welcome!
"What in the hell are you talking about Morgan?" Draco demands, as I sit gasping for air on his chest.
"The Grudge... The Grudge is coming for us Draco..." I wail loudy, "And once it decides to come after you it's too late!"
"The What?" He shouts, trying to be heard over my wails. I continue to gasp and look hurridely around me, and there... OH MY FLIPPING FUDGE. THERE'S A BLACK CAT ON THE BED.
"DRACO! THE CAT, IT'S GOING TO KILL US WITH THE JAPANESE BOY!" I yell, moving quickly off of Draco's chest and behind him. "OH GRUDGEY CAT TAKE MALFOY AND SPARE ME!" I yell at it, hey! I'm done being brave!
"MORGAN WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? THAT'S MY CAT!" Draco yells. I quite wailing and inspect Malfoy carefully, nope no trace of Japanese. I look back at the cat, who is laying on the bed and cleaning itself contentedly. I sigh in relief. I've been spared... this time.
"We've been released then." I say with another sigh of relief. Draco doesn't seem to share my gratitude however, and just lays there glaring at me. I glare back at him. And notice he's barely dressed. Oh crap he's so hot. Tousled silvery blond hair fell into icy blue eyes. Broad shouders led into a muscled chest and slim waist. And there barely clinging to his waist is a pair of rolled up, loose gray sweat pants. But against the flickering candle light I notice a large tattoo contrasting sharply agianst his pale skin. I lean closer, forgetting our glaring match. I trace the memorizing tattoo, a large silver serpent with sappire eyes tattooed on his hip and disappearing into his waist band. I felt him shiver as my fingers trace the spiraling design. I faultered slightly at the waist band of the pants, and then came to my senses. WHAT WAS I DOING? I ripped my hand from his skin as though it had been burned.
I raise my eyes to meet his icy blue ones. But they weren't so icy now, but more of a smoky blue. Oh cow crap. Draco was breathing as hard as me now, and had his eyes closed as if he were trying to gain control of himself. I weighed my options. Here is practically the hottest guy in the world, well almost, and we are alone... in his dark bedroom. I look around trying to decide if I should jump up and run, or tackle Draco and kiss him senseless. I like the second part much better. Draco's bedroom was dimly lit with a single flickering candle, his large four poster bed was done in black silk sheets. Okay, calm down Jem. Breath, 1...2...1...2...1...2...1...2 .
And suddenly as if my luck couldn't have gotten better.. or worst, the single candle went out. I yelp loudly and toppled forward trying to find Draco. The room was enclosed in inky darkness, and the one thing the absolutly terrifies me is the dark. My hands slide down a warm muscled chest, and I remembered just in time to stop my roaming hands, because his chest had to lead somewhere! If you know what I mean. By now my breath was coming in ragged gasps, either from fear or excitment. Er- it was probably fear... yes let's go with that. But it seemed as if I had pushed Draco over some invisible edge. He flips me onto my back, and his mouth plunders mine. His weight pressed down against me, elbows on either side of my head. And I realize even if I wanted to get up, I couldn't. But I have to stop this before it goes any further...
