I have all of my classes with her. I sit a desk behind her so that I can stare without being noticed. To everyone else it looks like I'm just watching the board. I almost wish I am. She's almost too much. Too beautiful. Too captivating. Too perfect.
God I sound sick. A twisted, distorted version of myself. I can't take it. I have to stop.
I throw all my energy into hating this ass, Harry Pewter, or something like that. His parents died by Voldemort, and he's a Gryffindor. He's popular, too, because of something he had nothing to do with. So he survived Voldemort? Big deal, it's not like he did anything himself, he was a baby. There's something about him, too. I just can't stand him, the jerk. Seems stuck up and whiny.
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Malfoy
FanfictionDraco Malfoy is a wizard, like his father before him, and his father before him, and his father before him, and so on for generations upon generations. He is attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where, upon his graduation he will be...
