She's avoiding me
Malfoy lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, Hermione, was avoiding him. There were no two ways about it. She hadn't wanted to spend a night together, in his or her room, for about three months. She was spending more and more time with Harry and Ron, it was making him feel strange inside. Could be jealousy? No that's impossible Draco does not get jealous. Lately every time he saw Ron or Harry it looked as though one of them was about to pounce on him and rip every inch of flesh from his gorgeous body.
Why is she avoiding me. what have I done wrong?
Getting up off his bed he walked across to his mirror. He used to have lots of mirrors, and a hundred thousand hairs care products. Now thanks to Hermione he was down to one mirror, a hairbrush and a single can of hairspray. He didn't mind too much he got a lot more complements and attention with his hair all floppy in his eyes, instead of plastered back with a tub of gel.
He looked at his reflection, his navy blue (100% cotton) boxers were just poking out the top of his jeans. If any girls (or men) were to walk in right now they would have a swooning fit. He grabbed a white t- shirt from his draw, and pulled it on. He took one final look at his reflection, ruffled his hair, and then headed out his room.
Could it be I never said I loved her. cause she knows I can't this was true. Hermione had told Draco on numerous occasions that she loved him, but Draco had not yet managed to say it back. The words just got stuck in his throat; Hermione had said she understood and that she knew one day he would be able to say it back.
As he walked into the common room he saw it was full of most prefects, but Hermione wasn't among them. Where was she? He also scanned the room for Ron, as he was a prefect. But Ron wasn't there either, not surprising seeing, as he had chosen to remain in the Gryffindor dorms.
Draco headed out of the portrait hole, and walked down the hall. Numerous portraits looked and pointed at him, as portraits always did. A portrait of English nuns blushed as he walked past, and pretended not to stare at him. Draco felt miserable he had no family left, and now he appeared to be losing the only person in the world he truly loved and cared about.
What have I done wrong....is she cheating on me.no she cant be.can She?
Malfoy lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, Hermione, was avoiding him. There were no two ways about it. She hadn't wanted to spend a night together, in his or her room, for about three months. She was spending more and more time with Harry and Ron, it was making him feel strange inside. Could be jealousy? No that's impossible Draco does not get jealous. Lately every time he saw Ron or Harry it looked as though one of them was about to pounce on him and rip every inch of flesh from his gorgeous body.
Why is she avoiding me. what have I done wrong?
Getting up off his bed he walked across to his mirror. He used to have lots of mirrors, and a hundred thousand hairs care products. Now thanks to Hermione he was down to one mirror, a hairbrush and a single can of hairspray. He didn't mind too much he got a lot more complements and attention with his hair all floppy in his eyes, instead of plastered back with a tub of gel.
He looked at his reflection, his navy blue (100% cotton) boxers were just poking out the top of his jeans. If any girls (or men) were to walk in right now they would have a swooning fit. He grabbed a white t- shirt from his draw, and pulled it on. He took one final look at his reflection, ruffled his hair, and then headed out his room.
Could it be I never said I loved her. cause she knows I can't this was true. Hermione had told Draco on numerous occasions that she loved him, but Draco had not yet managed to say it back. The words just got stuck in his throat; Hermione had said she understood and that she knew one day he would be able to say it back.
As he walked into the common room he saw it was full of most prefects, but Hermione wasn't among them. Where was she? He also scanned the room for Ron, as he was a prefect. But Ron wasn't there either, not surprising seeing, as he had chosen to remain in the Gryffindor dorms.
Draco headed out of the portrait hole, and walked down the hall. Numerous portraits looked and pointed at him, as portraits always did. A portrait of English nuns blushed as he walked past, and pretended not to stare at him. Draco felt miserable he had no family left, and now he appeared to be losing the only person in the world he truly loved and cared about.
What have I done wrong....is she cheating on me.no she cant be.can She?