Monday March 8th
Maybe the healer isn't such a quack. We've gotten past the whole death eater bullshit. I just wanted to make Father proud. Despite what his last letter said, maybe I will one day, even if he's not here to tell me. It's finally nice out again. I've missed sitting out at the lake with Granger, even if our annoying friends interrupt the peace. It feels good to laugh again and not have to force it so they don't have to worry about me.
Sunday March 20th
It feels good to fly again. It feels even better to hop off my broom and grab Granger. I wonder if she would ever let me finger her there? Or on my broom?
Shit, mind out of the gutter Malfoy.
Or if she ever actually gives herself to me I could bend her over that rail she clutches when me and Potter are diving for the snitch. . .
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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*
