It's dark in the closet, I can just vaguely see his features and realise how close we're standing. Like, really close. My chest is toughing his and my hand is resting on his shoulder. As I realise that, I quickly remove it. "Cozy", he whispers in my ear, which make chills run down my spine. "Shut up", I whisper. "Mc...
This story is from y/n POV. Not set in an exact year//doesn't follow the story line We're around 16-17 - "I don't know what you're talking about" you say honestly. "Don't lie to me y/l/n" he says sharply gripping your throat a little tighter. He brings his lips back down to your, barely touching them. "Sticking wit...
A Draco x Y/N love story (You will be Dumbledore's Great granddaughter) "I don't know Mr. Malfoy. I mean...I'm pretty sure you were the one who came looking for me." That made Draco flinch and turn to me. "Y/N...Im warning you. Shut that pretty mouth of yours before I shut it myself." "Oh cut it off. Face it Malfoy...