Draco Malfoy is one sexy man.
Obviously. The whole Wizarding world knows it. I mean have you seen his father? That man could be a Greek God himself. And his son just had to inherit his genes. Couldn't have gotten some weird defect on some long lost cousin's side and be born horribly ugly or something. He just had to make my life a living hell.
And I do not use that term lightly.
But back to my plight, Draco has got to be the hottest thing in this school. And that is definitely saying something. He is literally and in every way – bloody fucking perfect. He couldn't have been more good looking if he had been beaten with a good looking stick.
And he just happens to be sitting two tables away from me. In perfect view might I add.
Why must he be so bloody perfect?
His hair is pure silver and gold. Neither one or the other. His body is perfect. He was probably Adonis in another life. His eyes are this beautiful shade of silver and blue. I swear they glow sometime. He dresses perfect every day. I honestly cannot find fault with him. In those terms at least.
In every other way after he opens his big mouth he's a bloody wanker. Always mean and shouting off pureblood facts that no one wants to hear about. And talking about how great He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is. That kind of pisses me off. Ok I'm putting that lightly too. That extremely pisses me off.
But then he glares at me with his perfect face and that perfect body and I'm completely lost once again.
No one can know about my fascination with him. If anyone knew I would literally and completely die. I mean it. It's better if this is just kept to myself. Not even my two closet friends can know. And I tell them everything. But not even they can know this. I'm going to sit here and eat my breakfast, argue with Hermione some more and then try to sneak another glance at Malfoy without him or anyone else noticing.
How would it look if Ronald Weasley turned out to be in love with one of his greatest enemies? Not too good I'll tell you that.
So after eating breakfast its another lonely day of getting detention and causing trouble. Though I'm not nearly as good as my brothers in that department. At least Harry is with me to help. Besides, how else am I to see Malfoy if I don't put myself in his presence so he can start another fight with us? Not all of those fights be initially his fault you know. I sure hope you didn't think so.
I'll do whatever it takes to see him.