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Why do I feel like this? Other students in this wretched school don't feel trapped, do they?
I cannot live with him. I will not live with him.
I can't stand the first day of school.
This can't be true. How could he, Malfoy, understand what I feel?
Do I hate him?
As much as I'd hate to admit it, I don't hate him. He cares too much for his own good.
Sometimes, the world seems surreal. Like right now. It just set in.
Hmm. I can't move. The sun is hovering over me. I can't catch it. I'm about to be hit by a train.
Congeliotherapy has proved to be frustrating enough. Why does everything else have to add to it?
Better Left Unspoken
He is rapidly becoming a huge mistake.
So the truth finally comes out. Draco is becoming less of a mystery to me every day.
I guess trusting him with my secret wasn't such a bad idea.
To Breathe Night
I refuse to be watched every second of everyday. I will not do only what others expect of me.
If I didn't care about what they thought, would I do things differently?
That simple comment makes all the difference in the world.
It's becoming apparent that I really am sick.
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