"ɪᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴍ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ"
Cʜᴀsᴇ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪᴄ • ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ𖨆
They sit me down and ask if I'm experiencing any side effects. Do I lie? Do I shout at them for doing this to me? Do I kill them for killing me with the butterflies that once laid in my stomach but moved to my throat? The side effects of her gave me a whole new perspective on love.
-Draco Malfoy
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O N Y X D O L O H O V
Draco Malfoy is never one to compare. He is his own in so many ways. Shockingly soft Platinum hair you could run your hands through all day. His eyes were like looking into a different dimension, one of a kind personality. One of which humans have not invaded and fucked up. He is safe from invasion and filthy fucking muggles who ruined the earth and the now crumbling Ozone.
His eyes were like a plant in the creation, and his body was like a project of the Gods.
My hands gripped onto the side of the bed as I led back and forth, staring at a note on my desk that was delivered moments prior by Draco's Owl. The letter was hastily folded, and the writing was sloppy.
Has he found out? Did lavender tell him? Did lavender know for sure it was us in the restroom?
"fuck" I got up quickly and opened up the letter with shaky hands. There was no seal or envelope, just the paper.
Onyx, Meet me at 8:00 pm in my dorm. Blaise is gone for the night. He's with Mattheo and Theo.
DracoIt was only seven. I had one hour to waste, so I grabbed a book from Pansy's pile. It was a sonnet by William Shakespeare, one of the most glamorized poets ever.
"No longer mourn for me when I am dead. Then you shall hear the Surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell. Nay, if you read this line, remember not the hand that writ it, for I love you so that I in your sweet thoughts would be forgotten. If thinking on me then would make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse, When I, perhaps, compounded am with clay, Do you not so much as my poor name rehearse, Let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your Moan And mock you with me after I am gone." I didn't understand a word, but it was beautiful. It's better when it makes you think about the meaning.
Soon it was time to see Draco, and little bees started stinging my stomach and throat.
I walked with my head down, and my pride drained. I felt guilty for what I had done with Fred.
when I knocked on his door and heard him say "come in," my breath hitched in my throat
Draco instantly walked up to me and kissed my cheek. I put on a mediatorial mask and leaned into his chest.
D R A C O M A L F O Y:
I peppered kisses from her cheek to her neck. She sent wet pavement, and new parchment has always brought me comfort--- but that's not what I wanted right now. Instead, Instead, I wanted to feel her heartbeat under my fingers. I wanted her breath to studer and her voice to beg.
She moaned as her hips met mine and my erection pressed into her hip. Onyx had a tight grip on my neck. She pushed me onto my bed and straddled my waist.
I will tell her tonight.
O N Y X D O L O H O V:
our lips fought for dominance as I sat on his lap, slowly grinding my hips.
Draco stopped my griding with a hard grip and turned us over, so he was on top of me.
He slowly started unbuttoning my shirt but suddenly stopped looked around franticly.
"what the fuck?" he whispered before more franticly ripping open my shirt, causing my heart to speed up. "Onyx...Who gave you these?"
"what?"
"the hickeys, Dolohov. Who. The. fuck gave you hickeys."
"you," I laughed awkwardly.
"don't lie, please don't fucking lie" he ran his hand through his hair, obviously trying not to get angry with me. "Who"
"Fr-Fred Weasley," I'm going to regret that.
I saw his jaw tighten and fist clench. Ok, it was worth it to see that.
"I'll be right back," he said, making his way to the door, causing me to jump up from the bed and run to him to grab his shoulders to stop him from leaving.
"Don't go Draco--I'm sorry, I know that doesn't justify--"
"get out of my way." he sadi and pushed me to the floor as he walked out of the room.
I've never seen him that angry. It was hot at first, but then he pushed me. I'm sure that will be the last time. I'll never do something to make him that angry again.
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SIDE EFFECTS OF YOU- D.M (discontinued)
FanficDiscontinued...has good smut tho- "Art that was filled with flaws and insecurity...but that's what made it so beautiful. The defects made it worth the used paint. What's the Point of painting something perfect when you can have something like this?"...