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Prologue: Wrong Mind
I know, right? Who in their right mind would want to kiss me? So the only conclusion I had come to after thinking about it over and over again that night as I lay in my bed is that Scorpius Malfoy wasn’t in his right mind when he kissed me. Maybe he was having some family issues and wanted to drown away his sorrows by kissing the first girl he found?
I clear my throat.
Anything But Boring
A true Martyr, I begin my descent down the many corridors leading to the entrance hall. I’m so relieved I’ve had no sighting of Scorpius, but I know it’s only a matter of time. Who knows – he’s probably already received special permission from Headmistress Raineforth to sit in on that lesson, too. Though it’s not advanced (because I suck at Herbology), so I don’t know why he’d have to. Maybe he’d come up with the excuse that particular students need help in some areas of the subject. I wouldn’t be surprised.
Holy. Mother. Of. God.
After not being able to stop thinking about him all day, here he is, in the flesh, and I don’t know what to say. I thought that maybe because I haven’t seen him at all since yesterday before lunch I would trick myself into thinking I don’t have feelings for him. But it was all pointless, I see now, because I can’t stop my saliva gland from overworking as he pushes his arm out and allows the pebble to skim over the glassy surface of the lake without effort. The entire thing is rather attractive, and I have to stop myself from squealing like an obsessed child.
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