-𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬-
post war 7th year
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"I fucking love her. I love her. I think.
Does stalking her still count? It isn't stalking though it's love."-𝐃𝐌
A girl. A boy and a girl...
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FEBRUARY 12. 1999 DRACO MALFOY
I STARE ATthe letter. Invitation written in red ink. Party?
To- Draco Malfoy and Sage Waltmore From- Pansy Parkinson (Malfoy Fuck you by the way)
I rolled my eyes at the last three words and ripped the envelope open. The letter slid out smoothly, smooth enough to slide between my fingers. I unfolded it letting the envelope fall to the floor.
Valentines party in the Slytherin common room! Any house can come... (Still debating) Malfoy screw you, and your bipolar arse. You can come I guess. I just hope by the time you get there you get yourself together...and when is Sage coming back? Our dorm is getting lonely.
Party Is- February 14
What's that?" I turned around looking at Sage. At least her outfit is decent this time.
"A letter...Valentines party in the common room" I replied. "Oh! Are we going?" She asked with a smile. "Um- yes...yes" I said with hesitation. Guys...guys touching Sage...no one should be touching Sage except me. "Who are you going with?" I asked, knowing she'd say me. It's just nice to hear it come out of her mouth. "You. Unless you'd already be going with someone el-" "No" I interrupted.
"You'll come with me" I said with a smile. She will always come with me.
Be with me.
Love me.
She's required to leave everything behind for me.
And only me.
"Ok...thank you" she replied.
A dress...she needs a dress. My mother. She has plenty of old dresses stored into a room. "I want you to get me a quill and parchment and come right back here" I said.
"Why? I thought you already-" will she ever stop asking questions? "No. Just get it please" I interrupted. "I- alright?" I heard my bed creek before hearing footsteps walking towards my door. Such a good girl who does what she's told.
I hear my door open and close as her footsteps become farther and farther away. Dresses, dresses. Short but not too short.
Maybe a red or white dress. And soft silk gloves, just for me. Taking a picture of that will be the most beautiful I've ever had in my collection.
Imagine slipping that dress off of her pretty body, fucking her until she cries from pleasure. Only I want to be able to do that to her. I want to watch those pretty brown eyes come undone in front of me, hearing those sweet whimpers and moans-
