Freya has always been outcasted, even before she was diagnosed with PDS. Always a loner, with not even compassion from her family, Freya's lonely; Before Jamie. Jamie is a boy with traits that make him a teenager with little friends and no one to blame, but himself. The two find themselves drawn in, but will they withstand they hardships that face them in the future?

!!!!SLOW UPDATES!!! And suddenly, I felt everything at once. My skin felt the wind. My veins felt the blood. My chest felt my heartbeat. My lungs felt the air. My nose smell the surroundings. My tongue tasted my mouth and lips. And just as I was so let out a scream of joy, my body gave up and I fell to the ground, as my eyes took in the surroundings before everything went pitch black, just as it did when I died. ____________________________________________________________________ Continuation of Dominic Mitchell's BBC Three series 'In The Flesh'. The plot is mostly contained, only changed to fit in new characters and happenings. Protagonists are mostly created by me, apart from Kieren Walker, Amy Dyer and Simon Monroe. This story contains strong language and mature topics. A trigger warning is being put out for people who are sensitive to: Death, blood, selfharm, suicide, mature theme's, depression and mature language. This story is loosely based off In The Flesh, if there are any heavy mistakes, please do point it out to me, apart from that I am happy to reply to questions in the commen sections.

**WARNING** This will contain some bad language and is a BOYxBOY story if you don't like it don't read it but I personally SHIP siren, Simon and Kieren from In The Flesh, I'm obsessed with that program and suggest it for a late night movie marathon. hope you like it and please I can't stress this enough no hate.

"Malfoy?" I repeated. "Kiss me." He said, suddenly. "Might as well start now." He looked at me expectantly, so full of desire, that I couldn't breathe for a moment. The emotion in Draco's eyes was something far different from the need I had grown used to seeing in Ron's eyes. Draco was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered at that very moment, his eyes devouring me hungrily as if they couldn't believe that I was really in front of him. In spite of myself, I stepped further into his embrace, pressing a hand to his chest. His hand remained on my face, still but a whisper of a touch, as if afraid that if he pushed, this fragile moment would shatter beyond repair. I stared up at him, confused by his hesitation. These were just lessons, right? I was so used to kissing Ron that this was strange, what made it even stranger was that it was Malfoy I was going to kiss. His hand unconsciously drifted to my waist, and he pulled me closer gently, making it clear that this was my choice, and I could break the embrace if I wished. His face came closer to mine, slowly but steadily, and it stopped just centimeters from mine. He was so close now, that I could see a faint scar on his lower lip. If I just moved my head a bit... ••••• When Ron cheats on Hermione because she won't satisfy him sexually, Hermione makes a deal with Draco Malfoy that will change her life forever, for better ...or worse. ••••• Warning: Contains mature content such as bad language and sexual themes. Also, mentions of rape and triggering themes. Now in editing by SirenSong55 Highest rank: #1 in Dramione #50 in fanfiction #1 in romance Cover by @khmbrleya

*bij kopiering van dit boek zal omiddelijke aangifte volgen* dit is het vervolg van "bewith me" het is wel handig om dat eerst te lezen. het is een tijdje na de bruiloft van Hermelien en Draco. Voldemort is weer weg. veel mensen zeggen dat hij nu voor goed verdwenen is. maar de meeste mensen weten wel beter. Hun leven maakt veel spannende en onverwachte wendingen. op dit moment zijn ze gelukkig maar zal dat altijd zo blijven? ze hopen het. maar vergeet nooit: het gevaar zit in een klein hoekje... Highest ranking #2 in tovenaar

"Draco Lucius Malfidus, u bent beschuldigt voor de moord op de heer Ronald Virius Wemel. Het Ministerie van Toverkunsten heeft u een advocate toegewezen, u ontmoet haar morgen. Haar naam is Hermelien Griffel, een tijdje hiervoor stond ze bekend als Hermelien Wemel."

"Je bent gewoon een smerig modderbloedje," zegt hij voor de zoveelste keer vandaag. Het lijkt alsof hij het meer tegen zichzelf heeft dan tegen mij, hij kijkt me niet aan. Het doet me geen pijn meer dat hij dit zegt. Het klinkt zo aarzelend dat ik twijfel als hij het wel eens meent.