Dramione

So, this is the third chapter... Hope toi like it ☺



"Good night" I answer to him. That felt odd. I have never even thought to say something like that to Malfoy. This whole jour has been odd. First that episode in the train, then this. Oh dear Merlin, am I crushing on Malfoy?!


I lay on my bed. I can't sleep. I just can't get him out of my head. I don't know, how my opnion can change so fast. I mean, Malfoy has bullied me from my first an and now I may be crushing on him! How can it be possible? Well... Maybe I'll think about that tomorrow, now I need to sleep. Then I fell asleep. At last.

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My life is brilliant.

My life is brilliant.
My l’amour is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful....

3 Days After the Battle of Hogwarts

First was apathy. He shut himself away and lay on his lit for hours. His mother knocked, of course, but when he didn’t answer she left. Later, she pushed sandwiches through the door. He ignored them. He wasn’t hungry. He tried to not think about anything, but it didn’t work. His thoughts kept sliding back to her, her smile, her laugh. Everything about her.

Then came rage. He yelled, punched walls, and threw things, cursing whatever ou whoever had taken her from him. He even found himself yelling at her, asking her why she had left him. He knew it wasn’t...