[A Bet]
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  • مقروء 113,548
  • صوت 2,392
  • أجزاء 38
  • الوقت 3h 5m
إكمال، تم نشرها في نوفـ 17, 2020
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-Female OC X Draco Malfoy 
-Smut included
-IN NEED OF SEVERE EDITING
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"Why do you cry over me, Michelle?"
He stepped closer

"Why do you think? Are you that clueless?"
I almost scoffed.

"Obviously not but I want to hear you say it, make me ashamed, make me feel more bad than i already am, Michelle. Do it, say it. say how disgusted you are in me, say how bad I fucked up."
He was growing a temper.

"Draco stop ple-
He was scaring me.

"Say it!"
He started shouting.

"Draco, please stop."
I begged.

He shook his head and broke the gaze between us two. He walked over to my bed and sat on the ledge, me following. 

I sat beside him.

"You need to forget about me, i'm not good for you."
He was calm now.

"I can't, Draco. I cant fucking forget about you, you're all I think about."
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