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And There She Goes...
He lifted his hand to the spine of the book and softly closed it and placed it on the table infront of them. When she turned to protest, he caught her lips with his. Right when he slid his arm over her thighs the plump waitress was back with their food. She cleared her throat loudly causing the two to spring apart.
Stuck With Opposites
“Well maybe you’d know if the Weasel could ever get those noises from you.” He said moving to her. “Or if goose bumps appear whenever he makes contact with your skin.” Now he was only a foot away from where she was frozen. “Or if his name has ever escaped from your lips in an utmost pleasurable tone.”
A Weasel or a Ferret
He loved her, and had decided that she was the girl he wanted to be with. She had to do the same for him because she too loved him.
If You Love Her...
“Are you mad you fell asleep here with me instead of going back to your dorm?” He asked watching her button her blouse.
Good Things Never Last
“Draco, I’m happy now. I no longer feel guilty about anything, and we can move on and be enemies again.” Hermione’s truthful tone hurt him more than all of her actions put together.
“You’re right, I don’t know you. But I do know that ever since we kissed that night I haven’t been able to look at any other girl. Every night I lay in bed alone wondering if you lay awake too. I shudder violently at the thought of you bedding with Weasley while I sleep alone, night after night, thinking about only you. You’re bloody toxic to me Hermione, and you could care less that you’re killing me.”
She Fell In Love
“I did leave Ron for Draco. I can’t explain why, but he has feelings for me and he’s trying to change to make me happy.”
A Beating Heart for Christmas
Lavender walked down the Girls’ stairs and into the common room, except, the common room was missing. The couches, tables, floor, and every flat space was completely covered in red. It was like a massive indoor bed of beautiful roses.
Love Hate Thing
“Draco, I lo-" Suddenly, Draco’s lips captured hers as he tugged at the dress. The kiss deepened faster than Hermione could react. She felt his cool fingers run down her hips and then up past the hem of her dress. The reality of what he was doing crashed down on her and she shoved him away. “What are you doing?”
Make Damn Sure
“I’ll touch Hermione whenever she asks me to.” Draco said and hitched Ron’s wrist further up his back. Ron gasped as his shoulder protested against the strain.
“Ron, you can’t dictate what happens to my life. I loved him!”
A Slow Decent
Juliet was an idiot. For one thing, she falls for the one guy she knows she can’t have. If she had a chance with him then maybe it would be a different story. But, she was stupid enough to fall for the enemy, drink a bottle of poison, and go to sleep in a mausoleum. I think she deserved everything she got. Love is worthless, love is painful, love is sorrow, love is grief, and above all love is--
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