Draco walked into his room.
Thank Merlin his roomates weren't here. They all annoyed the crap out of him, even though he made it VERY clear he was only back to finish school and din't want topartake in their shenanigans. Fuck eighth year. Fuck sharing the four person rooms with people of all the houses. Fuck Goldstein. Fuck MacMillan. Fuck Cornfoot. Fuck himself. He hated his life.
He stripped down to his boxers and pulled on some pajama bottoms. He was exhausted from having to socialize at dinner, and honestly was ready to sleep already. He used a mouth freshening charm since he couldn't be bothered to see other people in the bathroom, and made his way over to his bed when he saw a note on his pillow. It was a small peice of parchment covered in barely legible words.
Who the fuck left a note on my bed? He thought. His roomates never needed him, and even if they did, they knew that when he wasn't at class or meals, he would be in their room or the back corner of the library hiding from society. So who got into their room and how? Whatever, it was irrelvant.
He picked up the paper and squinted his eyes, trying to make out the words. He picked up a quill on his bedside table, and started jotting down what he readabov the words so he could read the whole thing clearly when he was done, andtry to fill in any missing gaps.
He read the words, and was shocked.
You think I hate you.
I told you that lie.
But I want to date you.
To hold you when you cry.
-Elegido
What the hell? And who the fuck is Elegido? Is that someone's middle name?
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Elegido - Drarry
FanfictionDraco is minding his own buisness, getting ready for bed, when he spots a peice of parchment on his pillow. It's a poem written by someone called Elegido addressed to him, but he doesn't know anyone with that name.
