Sunday November 29th
Life is so fucking weird. Girls are fucking weirder.
Yesterday Weaslette said she thought I would wear silk underwear, I mean I have some but I didn't think it was that obvious.
Then Granger, I thought I fucked up. I thought she was panicking because she actually was drunk when she pushed my hand into her pants, then I thought she had just realized that she was too good for me, that she was trying to tell me she didn't want this to continue.
I was wrong, she was just scared I was using her. I guess I scare her as much as she scares me. When I asked if she would even believe me if I assured her, she just stared up at me for so long I thought.. I thought she was going to say no. That's when I realized it. I fought against it for so long and so hard and pushed it all so fucking far down that it fucking punched me in the gut. When she told me she would believe me I realized how truly fucked I was.
Because I.. I think I...
Fuck. I love her.
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From the Desk of Draco Malfoy
FanfictionThere's two sides to every story, and my side sucks. *Companion piece to my story Stillness. Will not make sense unless you read them together. Each chapter corresponds with the same chapter in Stillness and is a peak into Draco's mind*
