🌙 | DRACO MALFOY... a fanfic - Katalina

KatalinaWhite

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Time 10h 3m

KatalinaWhite

Mature

K.W
    
    **PART 1 UNDER EDITING**
    
    
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    PART 1
    Started: 09/10/20
    Finished: 03/12/20 
    
    PART 2
    Started: 04/12/20
    Finished: --/--/--
    
    
    °•°•°
    
    Under the pink and orange hues of the sky he looked eathereal- somewhere between sinfully demonic and what could only be described as godly, he was heaven, hell and all that lies in-between. The split of the heavens, as it were. So beautifully broken right before my eyes, and all mine. 
    
    "Do you mind?" He snapped, his expression marred. 
    
    "What?'' I chuckled.
    
    He ran his hand through the halo of blond hair, I wanted to touch it again, to feel my hands grasp onto it as we gave into the feral hunger that periled inside of us. I knew he felt it too. Even after all these years everything about the man fascinated me and drowned my senses as though it were the very first time.
    
    "You know I hate being stared at." He grunted, tucking his hands into his grey pant pockets and continuing to stroll along the cobbled foot bridge.
    
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K.W
    
    **PART 1 UNDER EDITING**
    
    
    °•°•°
    
    PART 1
    Started: 09/10/20
    Finished: 03/12/20 
    
    PART 2
    Started: 04/12/20
    Finished: --/--/--
    
    
    °•°•°
    
    Under the pink and orange hues of the sky he looked eathereal- somewhere between sinfully demonic and what could only be described as godly, he was heaven, hell and all that lies in-between. The split of the heavens, as it were. So beautifully broken right before my eyes, and all mine. 
    
    "Do you mind?" He snapped, his expression marred. 
    
    "What?'' I chuckled.
    
    He ran his hand through the halo of blond hair, I wanted to touch it again, to feel my hands grasp onto it as we gave into the feral hunger that periled inside of us. I knew he felt it too. Even after all these years everything about the man fascinated me and drowned my senses as though it were the very first time.
    
    "You know I hate being stared at." He grunted, tucking his hands into his grey pant pockets and continuing to stroll along the cobbled foot bridge.
    
    °•°•

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