Bittersweet | Draco Malfoy
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They say stars can't shine without darkness.Draco Malfoy knows his future lies in an infinite path of darkness until Sunny Blackwood enters this path and Draco starts to wish he was someone different.Sunny Blackwood.The girl with the warm brown eyes.The girl who's smile lights up his heart.The girl full of secrets and guilt.The girl who is still picking up the broken pieces of her heart.The girl who is just like him,yet so different.
Love is a four letter word,and so is hate,and sometimes people just don't realize the difference.......
Will this bittersweet love story ever last?
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Draco thought he would never get tired of just staring at her every minute,every day of his life.She looked so mysterious and dreamy gazing at stars.Yet he told himself he had to stop his heart explode with warmth every time her eyes locked onto his,he had to learn to hate her.Yet a part of him told himself he would never be able to hate her.Hate hate hate.Draco looked away from her and frowned.He folded his hands and walked away,then turned back.
"I have told you mine. What is your secret?"
He was responded by utter silence.
"I asked you, what is your secret?"
Sunny tilted her head up to the moon and twinkled her eyes.There was an air of mystery around her. Draco wasn't sure if he was imagining it but he thought there was a sadness in her eyes mixed along with a thousand other feelings he couldn't understand. Then she spoke ever so sorry, not in her usual bubbly tone of voice.
"I don't have one"
"Everybody has secrets" Draco protested determined.
Sunny casually picked up her book and got up,smoothening her skirt.She shot a glance at Draco and turned away,walking away softly.Draco listened to her feet tapping quietly.Then suddenly she stopped and whispered ever so quietly Draco had to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Maybe one day I will be able to tell you mine"
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