Draco's pov
It was morning...I was curled up in the cold depths of my dorm, the sun barely shining through the windows...just like every morning
what's this?
A golden hue shining on my skin...a subtle warmth on my chest, coming in rhythms....an Inhale and Exhale.
I had forgotten she stayed last night, she was still asleep.
Memorizing to say the least.
Her facial structures were so defined... almost as if Henry Moore sculpted it himself.
I had hurt so many before her...but the thought of hurting her in anyway, made me sick.
I couldn't help myself, I pulled her closer to me enjoying these moments as if they were the last...they probably were.
"Can't get enough of me?" She yawned
"You wish" I scoffed
I hated to admit She had me wrapped around her finger.
I had never felt like I had anyone.. I feel like she had me in the palm of her hand. I never told anyone about my father....I trusted her. More than Blaise, Pansy, Crabe, Goyle...more than merlin, himself..
I'm in trouble now.
YOU ARE READING
It's complicated.
Fanfiction⚠️UNDER EDITING/REVISION⚠️ (Still available to read) "There's no way that boy could ever feel love..." Hermione spat "I think he could...you guys just haven't gave him a chance" I said laughing I knew it wasn't true A grin creeped upon Ron's face...
