Love. Love is something delicate, should have been dealt with cautiously. Anyone would successfully be in the grip of a male/female, they would cross lines and surrender expectations and dreams for it. In any case, for Draco Malfoy. How far could he go precisely? As far as he might be concerned, he focuses on an objective and sets his future on it, with whatever he has. Furthermore, he would go to whatever degree, to be with Alaris. Some would call him, a fiasco. Others would simply call him psycho. He may not or very well could give everything to Alaris. Be that as it may, is it enough? A Montague/Capulet rival inspired story! -All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except the following; Alaris Auclair, Lynx Cophéne, Atticus Toussaint.

"What are you trying to say?" Mr. Malfoy questioned as the girl sat in her chair. "I've never- I've never actually-." She huffed, her cheeks heating up as she looked up at the person she never wanted to see again. "Are you saying he's never made you orgasm?" (Inspired by romanshome, credits go to her.)

My other hand traces the silhouettes of her smooth, contrasting thighs. My hand navigating with her rounded hips with familiar fascination that I myself once knew with other girls. Not in the cold but warmth pressure of the shower hitting the very skin on the both of us. While my fingers orchestrated an exhaled symphony of moans exiting Nova's mouth once more. She had a weakness for my hand in the aching spot between her thighs. There was no need for words, for the only sounds was the water hitting our very skin and the ground beneath us. Combined with the music escaping her mouth at every chance she got. As her lips still intertwined with mine, tasting sweet. Everything I need. -D.M. Cover made by @jdrachoe *All credits/characters go to JK Rowling*

"𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭," 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬. "𝐀-𝐀 𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞.." [mature content.]