There she was, right in front of him. Plump lips, eyes that could lit up rooms, curly hair that he just wanted to twist in his fingers. Her eyes studying everyone except him.
Weirdly enough, she looked dazed.
After so many years of loving her, wanting her, craving her, obsessing over every little thing she did, he hadn't quite understood her yet. She wasn't quite transparent.
She listened, she watched. She was always mature, always quiet.
But why?
He knew that there was something more
it wasn't obsession, it wasn't daddy issues, it was something more. It was like there was a devil inside him, twisting his love, trying to possess him, it was almost like the devil was planning this for him.
Like it knew that this was his plan.
He knew the plot, the story, the problem,
the ending.
It ended in one sentence.
Bella Parkinson, the girl of his dreams, the prettiest, sexiest, most gorgeous, girl was his.
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"Harry thought that maybe he was having a dream where Draco would have him, and they would stay in a small place in Godric's Hollow. Maybe he dreamt of a world where people like himself were accepted, and didn't have to hide from society. Or maybe that was just Harry's fantasies. Draco would never think of him the same way."
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"He buried his face in the cavity between his legs and his chest. Why did he care so much?
He cared because, whether he liked it or not, Draco Malfoy was in love with Harry Potter. He had been since fifth year. He loved to drown in those emerald lakes Harry had for eyes.
He loved that smirk Harry had whenever he was being an absolute arse to Draco. He loved him."
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It's the summer after 5th year, and Draco is given a choice. Either stay at Harry Potter's house for the remainder of the summer, or stay at his house. He is convinced by his mother to choose the one she feels is best. But what happens when Draco finds there's more to The Boy-Who-Lived's life than he'd originally imagined? Will he risk his life to save another?