So it's been over a year since I updated this story. I have changed, my point of view has changed, and my writing style has slightly changed. I've reread through the story and have come up with some really good ideas. Hope you like it.
Years had gone by. Draco didn't waste any words on me, only the infamous "mudblood" expression and even that was too trying for him. He taunted me, and he did it on purpose. He became a playboy. It had gone to his head that he was a handsome guy with a lot of power and the wrong girls liked that. Never anything serious. Just lots of kissing and groping. It was only in potions, third year, that I had ever seen it get physical.
Draco had a thing for this girl named Pansy. She clung to Draco like a wet shirt. Today in potions, they were sitting in the back, close to each other. Since I had come late to class, I had to sit at the other table in the back with Harry and Ron, who avoided Snape at any cost.
I could see him out of the corner of my eye. His lips trailed her neck and chest as she giggled girlishly. I could see him cupping her breasts as she pulled him nearer by the collar. I suddenly started to hear faint moans coming from their table. I took a swift look toward the two and I saw that one of Draco's hands had disappeared beneath her skirt and the other he kept on her chest. I felt a fire brew inside of me, fueled by jealousy. I wanted his hands on me and only me. Not only did I love him still, but I lusted for him. Many a night I stayed awake and fantasized about us together. His hot, sweaty body on top of mine; me whispering my moans and groans in his ear, it was all too sensual to handle. I closed my eyes slowly and dropped my quill onto the parchment. My hands moved provocatively down my chest to my thighs. They quivered at the thought of him touching me like that. I felt my hands go to my inner thighs and my heart started to pound harder. But just as I was about to make an incredibly bold move, class was dismissed. Pansy got up off the stool and adjusted her skirt and Draco rubbed his hand on his robe. They walked out together, his hand dangerously low on her hip. I collected my things and left, feeling slightly embarrassed but still very hot.
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