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"I'll be back"? Senses

I do not like time goes so fast.

Yes, that's my excuse! Angeline What did all this time missing the livejournalístico world? happens that Angeline he took his mother raising money to go see Björk in the capital of his country-Santiago, Chie-.and he did, but still paying some bills ... WAS THE BEST THING I HAVE SEEN IN YOUR LIFE.

absorvió work my knowledge of money, time, inspiration and encouragement to write, and draw. We were selling chocolates in the street ... In the street! We sold clothing, merchandising anime / manga vario, jewelry, photo shoots ... Conan, Kunisaki and I did all that blessed money to collect! And the journey ... The trip by God, that in a post not be enough to tell me everything. Almost did not return to Concepcion ... But anyway, this will be a matter for another day, because I'm back to fuck the psyche a little more: D (just a little, eh?), because through all the stress Björkístico turned and wrote a drabble (finally!).

Vista.
Because sometimes there are things that are better not seen.

Hermione. Can you drop the book and listen?
-I hear you, Ron.

Hermione ... "I'm serious.
- But at least look at me!

The girl rolled her eyes. Maybe Ron did not understand that, unlike men, girls if they can perform more than one action at the same time. And maybe it sounded absurd, but if both insisted, surely it was because he could never, even in the largest concentrations, have a conversation while looking for the name of a magician in a Potions book.

- I have to be looking all the time so you know I'm listening to the chestnut-fought, now you looking at him straight in the eye.
- But you usually do when we talk about something serious.
- Is it serious what you're saying? "He asked, turning to hide his nose in the book.
- Hermione, please! Something happened, and we are sure!
- As safe as it will not reach the qualification they need to be worrying a few trifles of which have no basis?

She anticipated the snort of his friend.

- Besides, since when you talk seriously ?

And it was done and said. He was offended and she tired of talk that leads nowhere, because she never gives explanations until you reach that moment of release, anger, and spits as he launched the paper with scribbles away. Ronald Weasley

realizes that is his loss and long library incomprehensible muttering insults and curses. Hermione Granger just realize that your book is upside down, and waits for no one else has noticed, "something that upset him further. And so, with cheeks somewhat risque closes the book loudly, attracting the attention of a few annoying. But she no longer cares. Sale

exaggerating the mark of his footsteps as a perfect drama queen , distilling indifference everywhere, especially for those who dared to say hello. And not today. Today is not the slightest intention of responding. Yes, he is angry. Pissed off that a character in Slytherin is-no reason, playing with his innocence, which interfere in their relationship with books and the appear magician and noticing that there was a halo grace in the matter-Muggle. The observed during their studies outdoors, was an indescribable weight on his shoulders during class and every time I looked up at breakfast in the great hall was another lowered it to leave no trace of a brazen and indiscriminate monitoring.

A pair of gray eyes stalking to more rebellious frizzy hair on his temples, and stirred every time I noticed. And of course I remember your first encounter with the above to clarify things.

- What the hell is it, Malfoy, do not stop looking at me all day?
- Before
dead ... - Do you think I'm stupid and I have not noticed?
- Well ... I strongly believe that you could be silly. I do not think dumb to notice that his peers are too. Among morons will understand, I guess.
- So you should know enough about that, right? I do not think Crabbe and Goyle have a brain enough to notice the moron that follow the steps ...

And that was over their civilized conversation. A tongue flicking back and both clashed with the sound of two pairs of shoes echoing down the corridor.

In short, things are never clarified the question and apparently had done nothing to encourage the Slytherin to insist on their courtship, and the poor Gryffindor was starting to hatch, seriously, some kind of spell, preferring to call it before a well deserved vendetta.

wore almost 10 minutes wandering aimlessly around the school. He turned down the hallway to your right with a sudden gesture and stopped abruptly.

In back, a girl with blonde hair in a ponytail made a platinum kissed passionately that hold around the waist. When he moved his head a few inches to his right, opened her eyes hinted sparingly and seductive, smiling, which could see the chestnut. Draco had no intention whatsoever of upsetting to Gryffindor, at least not with words because his mouth was busy, but leaving his eyes like slits clarity killer, and a hand coming down with danger to the hip of the girl, movement which brought it to his body.

Hermione did not understand what drove her to keep going. Because he was being flirtatious, the show was less than interesting, the most disgusting thing I had seen the ferret, canoodling with her one-to-unknown. That unknown. Yes, it sounded derogatory. And he repeated.

What perhaps this animal was not walking with Parkinson?

He ended the kiss, surrounding shoulders making the girl hid her head on his neck. And that's when the bastard smiled when he stroked her hair and hand on hip drawing soft circles. She smiled, half-side and more ingratiating than ever. Because there was no other description for that smile, so as Malfoy and Slytherin.
Dam
When platinum was fired after another long kiss, he went no further, slipping quickly into a contiguous corridor.

Hermione was there, wondering why, "almost feel part of the decoration of the school. And Draco approached her with his hands in his pockets.

"I accuse of harassment ... And look.

She did not answer.

"I guess you know that not a word to anyone, right? What

minute your back was against the wall? And he with his provocative tone, thank God, even at a safe distance, even with their hands in their pockets that perfume radiating characteristic ... Cornering without having acted sooner.

"As if I cared anything about you," he asserted looking away, because something inside her told her it was better that way, try to ignore, avoid, leave it as if nothing had ever happened, as if nothing had ever seen.

was no longer collaborating with the enemy. Was acceptable, do an equal, because his next sentence, she realized that he could go further, even the most insignificant of actions.

"Because ... you know? I think the school would know that very funny smartass largest school, Hermione Granger, do not know if you want the books have a right and vice versa. Details

absurd ... and she does not like to lose.

night, uncomfortable, because even softer sheets of Hogwarts, so neat and castes can only stop being the concern and uncertainty of man, or rather, of one student, one thing he was around her head, she had wanted to remove the eyes ...

I say now "over and out," I have a job to finish, when not even I've started! -.

* disappears *

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Dramionísiticos!

Here we go!

01. touch	02.Vista	03. heard	04. Gusto	05. Smell
06. Sixth Sense	07. Sense of humor	08. Sense of direction	09. fashion sense	10. Common Sense

With retos_a_lacarta I bring this

~ Table: of the Senses.
Fandom: Harry Potter .
Claim: Draco / Hermione ~!
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begins

Smell
When your nose tells you things that the rest of the body.

Hermione tilted her head. I thought of how to write what was digesting. Stroking his face with his pen, his brow slightly furrowed and the brain got to the bottom in reading a dusty book which barely understood title. "Misuse of magic and perpetrantes." He had been more than a meter of parchment sentences describing three magicians. In fact, when I first had the second, Harry and Ron decided to leave because they could not bear to within the library. "Foul smell to books, "Ron had said, and had perforated brown eyes. She was fascinated by the scent, a unique taste that memorizing and remembering every second of the day. I could almost list them. Children, old, wood, dust and cinnamon. "Cinnamon? Sometimes, a slight touch of mint ." cool books?.

no longer shake the pen with eagerness that had started. toyed with her fingers. The scent of mint was something abnormal abnormally peculiar to their continuous stay for hours in the temple of knowledge . That day was no exception. But so far there had wondered what had mint in the books, not even on paper was felt that essence.

The Witch of Endor him out of his chair. Absorbed in his analysis aromatic walked a couple of shelves looking for a book of necromancy. He did not like to mention a character and leave it in the air like a fly either.

A bright light, blinding blowing through the windows. You could watch the dust particles floating in the air if you focused on some point lost sight. He stopped by the shelf number 5. Odd number. And the number of mint. He closed his eyes and smiled. There it was again the aroma that haunted his nostrils making him feel calm and fresh. This time was more intense, more direct, the point of being disturbing. He breathed deeply to capture such a fascinating mix of sensations. His shoulders are bent slightly, as his chest and chin, guided by an incomprehensible ecstasy. He turned on his heels to the right with the light dazzling his eyes completely.

A slender figure and carefree, supported by the back and holding a book of insignificant size in relation to which she would carry. A platinum blonde hair, dazzling and commanding, a pair of tufts rebels and a pug nose is blurred backlit.

He was the mint. The world was collapsed.

The nervousness tingling playing with your emotions and for reasons that neither she explained, could not speak, which the observers worry anticipate.

- How are you, Granger? ... Looking for the "special reading dirty blood?

The ojigris changed the position, closing the book, leaning a shoulder on the shelf and folding his arms.

She wanted to scream, pulling hair, run.

- Because ... You know? I could write a few things about it ... I felt the words

palate with sarcasm, with the mockery that he hates, a detail that attacks the so exquisite sensations that only seconds ago he had drunk, to which he had sentido más parte de la biblioteca, menos de ella misma.

- Hay mucho por decir, sobretodo de tí.

La castaña recobró el aplomo con una leve inclinación de cabeza, su rostro altivo con los ojos destellando odio como el que sólo Hermione Granger sabe dirigir a Draco Malfoy.

- ¿De veras? Pues creo que nada más interesante de lo que podría escribir yo sobre cómo un sangre limpia puede llegar a convertirse en un fantástico hurón botador.

A Malfoy se le desvanecieron la sorna y la sonrisa de medio lado. Avanzó un par de pasos hacia ella. Era más alto e imponente, pero a Hermione no le gustaba perder y menos contra el patán de Malfoy, el hijito Mom, the Prince of Slytherin. It was she who smiled now, without changing the strength of women and threatening the "do not you dare to insult" that had always been so characteristic, almost since he entered Hogwarts. In fact, except for Malfoy nobody dared to swim against the current neat and calculator.

The platinum fell on her face to be flush with the pair of bright brown eyes that measured for each act. He could feel a sweet aroma and subtle, something that had never before come to analyze, because they were Draco Malfoy, the largest pure-blood icon of Slytherin, and Hermione Granger, the best student, the most studied and recognized Gryffindor, the house hated both equally contrary.

narrowed his eyes without thinking about nothing in particular, just enjoying the flavor that I remembered now, as it flowed only when he turned his head shouting an insult lightly and messy hair or waving their movements passed him almost pushing with the shoulder.

Then both were silent, looking but not seen, only recording the essence of the other, for that indescribable feeling, almost new, which erased the hate thread just a tiny framed by the distinction blood, robbed of words. Until your book fell from his hands and broke the silence. Both Diron a slight jump.

- Huron stupid ...- tells turning, walking as fast as possible to your table.

- Blood dirty Smarty ... "She says, picking up the book and reading again.

is the first time they really be found .

They just started their stage of recognition. Who does not say that a nose can do more than a thought? I hope you liked it: D It would not hurt a comment, eh? ~ If you went through here, at least leave me your huellita.

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Pictures, who said photos? Lalá

As I promised.

Good. In pictures there, so to speak, something to do. All taken by me, of course (except for those of DracoxHerms), from a horrific photos to others that I like ~.

To begin, I in my pathetic and sad attempt to Hermione (and I mean the clothes, which is quite good);



And here is another try at least saved because my face is not so bad ... xD



And now ... Some pictures terrible (because we died in sleep at 10 am after not sleeping for movies and not doing more to crap all night), a further attempt Draco and Hermione pathetic! : D. .. Yes, because he is not arranged as Draco and I did not look like Hermione, I have dirty hair y. .. Anyway, I go wrong, but here it is! I present to Kunisaki! (Or JM ...)

And this one, if not more bad, but in the end xD



Now, let the good ~ I took all these pictures myself, and look at them and Kunisaki Conan! I love these photos: heart:

This is the eye of Kuni, who usually call "Draco," more for my friends around trying to direct it as well, "guess why? : D



Here comes Kuni lying on a sofa bed, in a phrase, cushions and demases, passing his arm around the neck of Conan: 3 I love you, come out so beautiful ... (Yes, the issue also is my work).



happened that I liked the last photo, I asked for a meeting to express ... Which was this (I love Conan's hands, with a cigar and taking Kuni's hair!):



also this (I love how fine is Kuni's face here):



And this last ... Needless to say I like COMPLETE. The face of "I am God" Conan, and electric eyes (Much thanks to the edition, but no matter, his eyes are clear of any form) of Kuni with his expression of trauma, his hand on his hair, skin tones of both ... TODO:



That is all about photos. ~ I hate to say more, because, as everyone knows, "a picture is worth a thousand words."

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preferred to devote only to photographs, to my next thing will be the only fics (and drabbles? By retos_a_lacarta -yes, I do not resisted, and although I am a thousand irresponsible I will lead at least two stories a week, I hope ... Everything is the fault of wildneruda ! -).


If you have TV, there are; D

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No, no, no and no.

my mother told me I always had to accept differences. But as pussies want you to understand that now Rowling says Dumbledore is GAY ...

As my friend Cris, "SHIT ALL", and much that the term shit drag. "If we say that Sirius was a woman, burned books," the poor, even more traumatized than me with the news. No I have nothing against homosexuality, on the contrary, the respect, I have friends and bla bla ... But I find myself somewhat shockea at this point in my fantasimo Potterian so brazen information. One always has his dreams of a fan, when from time to time comes to your head that Harry looks at Draco with eyes that exceeds what would be hatred or resentment, or that Ron was blushing more than usual when they change their clothes after Quidditch training. It turns out that fans are a little sick at times, and how not to Draco and Hermione. Maybe we come to something like intolerance, surprising therefore that our beloved ex-head of Hogwarts (RIP) he knelt over the eye that McGonagall Grind thing I suspected by sheer insanity, I must admit, "and we should thank them very open mind that is our beloved Jo, with such nonsense ... Perhaps you say it so naturally makes him adept at this tolerance, which many parents, I think, be rejected. It now read their children stories in which an unfortunate young man arrives at a school of magic and witchcraft where-if I may say so, "the director is gay. Sounds different, right?

We need to learn ... The whole world is missing. I include myself in hand.

And something completely off topic ... Björk A GENTLEMEN! If I have to prostitute, sell kisses and hugs, sell my hair or make bets unpleasant and risky. We have a whole plan of saving money for the cause, the entry, food and tickets, along with Conan and Kunisaki. Do they? I will upload photos soon for

know ~ Oh, right. Do not kill me, but I've hardly had time to write. I feel bad not telling me little things about Draco and Hermione (what sounds not that adorable?).

I've drawn, photographed, studied and I have not written about my love, holy Merlin. I promise some advance (reason # 5 to hate Draco Spring, I guess) in the next post, along with photos. Oh, right ... I vsti of Herms and I have a friend half Draco, left UANS photos simple, but strange. Since see, you'll see!

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...

happens that sometimes you prefer not to see beyond the nose into the future. It happens that when we do not expect situations that do not know how to react if we eat the nerves or curiosity. And yes, it is true that curiosity killed the cat. Along with many other things that killed me ...

with regret and shame I drink a lot more than just words ... It is better to expect the unexpected.

And I ... I went to the ridge.

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I hate.

hate to walk with grace, dressing to my taste, to be kind, cordial, nice and boring sometimes. Hate
tired of me, that entertain, have fun, I smile and I look ugly. Hate
speaking calmly in the world, answer me quickly with boldness and a joke.
hate to stay silent and just listen.
hate your eyes speak to me much for what little he says. I hate
convey emotions that would not, sitting next to me, that allows me to sit beside him.
hate to do things that I like, which I would like to ... Hate
not feel shame to ask personal things that I ask even the most terrible of desfachateces. Hate
guesses, to lie, it is a fake, who speaks with sincerity.
hate to ask, responsive, and that intrigues me interested. Hate
not look interested ... I hate
ignore, change the subject, saying that "the day seems nice."
hate to be him and for him. Hate
know me, from the tip of my foot to the last hair on my head. Hate
shake my world every time it occurs.
Hate your interests and desires, their vices and tastes.
hate their stories and inventions, creativity and art.
hate to hear it everywhere ...
hate even the tiny fiber of his black hair, pale skin and his height, his delicate hands ... I hate the fact
invented as a semi-unknown and perform well in the role.
hate his memory for words that should have been forgotten ...
And I hate you for reminding me always, every day until the second smallest in the minutes I spend thinking about him.
And I hate for hate, and dream you hate me, and talk, answer, and accept.
I hate myself because I hate to love him. And I can not really hate ...
I hate to say I do not feel it.
And I hate myself for loving ...

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of visits, tests, and perhaps other things.

Yesterday I received an unexpected visit expected, which surprised me because I was invited to talk and then say it was worth a damn that my house was crowded and as I arrived, like a soul se lleva el diablo, tomaba una ducha y me lavaba el cabello.

Luego de una amena conversación salí con unos amigos a comprar un par de cosas de comer y nos quedamos en casa de Luis (Dai) jugoseando (término muy propio chileno para referirse a hablar una infinidad de estupideces, reir -casi innecesariamente-, y comportarse como un idiota) casi toda la noche, porque dormí su resto. Estaba bien cansada. Y bien es poco.

He vuelto hace menos de una hora (no sé si esto de la hora de LJ esté bien, pero ahora son las 14.30), y revisé el LJ de wildneruda   . I found a fun test that had already made some time ago. In addition, Miss nominated me to answer it. I laughed heartily with what I have left.

Instructions.
1. Place your Windows Media Player, Winamp, Itunes, etc. at random.
2. For each question, press "Next."
3. YOU WRITE THE NAME OF THE SONG, NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.
4. If you want, put any comments in brackets after the song.

- How would you describe yourself?: Girlfriend . Merlin, if not just with my life, you do Avril!
- What te gusta en una persona?: Sing for Absolution . Muse, no sé que me quieres decir con esto, pero como sea, me asusta!
- ¿Cómo te sientes hoy?: The Gallery . De Muse también~
- ¿Cuál es tu propósito en la vida?: Crawling . Yeah!
- ¿Cuál es tu apodo?: Shotgun . Gracias, Duran Duran xD
- ¿Qué piensan tus amigos de ti?: Something about us . *sigh*
- ¿Qué piensas de tus padres?: Cubicles . MCR, ¿aló?
- ¿En qué piensas muy a menudo?: Melody of you . Odio que mi winamp me lea la mente...
- ¿Qué is 2 +2?: All Mine. No, I'm not possessive ... D: What good is a 2 +2!?
- What do you think of your best friend?: A Night on Bald Mountain . That, my dear readers, is chilling.
- What do you think of the person you like?: Adiemus . ¿?!
- What is the story of your life: All That She Wants ... * Be in stitches *
- What do you grow up?: Sweet Scarlet, by Cat Stevens.
- What do you think when you see the person you like?: Loved Ones and Leaving ... Of the 5th Harry Potter movie! ... * Is made to the floor to mourn * Winamp FOOL! * Still crying *.
- What will dance at your wedding?: Escape , Muse. The truth, that tells me many things ... Since it will run, to really dance. I hope the latter. However, is beautiful, and I love ... Although only a small part is slow, but will be fit! * Dances *.
- What play at your funeral?: Vaka , Sigur Rós! ... It's fucking sad song of the universe, if you do not believe me, find it on youtube ...
- What is your hobby?: Victor's Piano Solo from the movie The Corpse Bride. Kind of cute. And yes, I think the piano is a hobby mine ...
- What is your greatest fear?: The day is done ... Ehm ... No comments.
- What is your biggest secret?: Forever Young ... Hahahaha!
- What do you think of your friends?: The Scientist . The truth, I dedicate this issue to another person, but they're all scientific scholars.
- What do you think of this test?: Exo-Politics .
- I have: From Yesterday ! * Yells *
melody and rhythm - I wish: Just another night ... * Dies * Winamp, you and I have to talk, you know? And I do not think you'll like what I have nothing to say ...
- I hate: You're still the one . Yes, I hate to be the case for me ...
- I hear: Eternally ... Foreva!
- I fear I have: Anger .
- I'm not: Our Lady of Sorrows .
- I cry: Through with you. No, I do not think anything ...
- I lose: LIFE. Let's see if I die tomorrow.
- I need: Super trouper! * Chokes laughing *
- I owe: Back 2 Good .
- hurts: Falling Again . I think it hurts us all.

Personal note: Room of Angel , and no more personal note than that.

see ... And to continue with the nominations; D I nominate forced :

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hope their tests ~! * Goes to lunch *

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Happy Birthday ...

What happens is that just when I thought my life was relatively normal, I had a boyfriend, good friends and stable studies, I was the world shit and he appeared to internautical help me in the solitude of the night, in the fantasies of walking down a London street luxurious evening, sad only as a Mary everyone knows it, and no, I do not intend to offend the Virgin that, God forgive me, and careless in his footsteps, his smile polite but cocky, bluish gray eyes and short hair, dressed perhaps as any mortal with a pair of jeans, a shirt wide and something to cherish if cold suggests.

Yes, because when the world turned its back on me and I had no hands and minds to grab your ass, I fell in love with Tom Felton, just as a fan knows how crazy and stupid, seeing as on YouTube video, photo Google, interviews, news. Everything was a small line of connection that someday I would know. They say that nothing is impossible, but I think that was invented by the Idealist, the dreamers like me to convince yourself that if you make enough effort, effort that deserves crazy and wild dream, one might could do it. But no. Although I imagine in that evening walking leisurely through the streets of London country, I know it will never happen, that I might never be there, he will never walk one evening only, no jeans or t wide, and his short hair and smile.

They also say that celebrities do not usually look at who is crazy about them, they are not interested in who fall motionless to his feet. Until Draco could rectifier that, yes. Those are the ones used for the moment, for "I'm at a party and I want to be with someone to meet the next day to another." No, I do not see Draco in Tom or vice versa, but I guess that disarm the ball of my story. I do not know if seeing him cry, I pass out or who knows that outrage. Sometimes I think I would like a fool standing there watching it and when you want to touch my autograph if you say my name, or else invent one out of shame that one day, if the level line and the gods we smile, remember my stupid face attached to my real name. Either way, keep me anonymous. I

a crazy fan, he a movie star beyond my reach.

And so saying it sounds a little more believable, a little Tom and Ximena, Chile and England and I, and I thin it fuller than normal healthy, he and I a Angeline Draco anyone. He's 20 years old and I 19 ... Because he was born exactly 3 months before me, one day of the month, and I dream sanardeses for that chance. The 22 have something special, something that only we know and recognize.

Happy Birthday Tom, maybe we are in another tiempo y lugar, en otras circunstancias... Y tal vez, sólo tal vez, nos conozcamos.

"Quiero que sepas, que aunque no te conozco, te quiero."

Si, te quiero ad infinitum ! ;D

Pd: We all know that his leanguage is this one, english, but mine not. Even I know a little bit about it... It's maybe a wall I've been destroying, maybe a broken wall for that big moment. Whatever. Happy Birthday Tom... All my words for you couldn't been the same in another leanguage. After all... You won't even read this.

Pd2: I'm seriously thinking about buying a cake...

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Reason # 4! ~

I've returned to my hometown, something cold, but happy to have spent 18 per Chillán, giving juice and going into a car driven by a blind couple who do not see the lights or cyclists (do not worry Mongas crazy, I love you like: *). And as I go to bed early because my head will explode, I leave the No. 4 reason why a spring hates Malfoy (Draco even more specifically).

And just giving credit to the student's presence Slytherin, just when it left his fingers slip from the stupid book and turned on his heel to leave, angry enough to not want to see the face of that old for a while, felt his little voice whispering.

-Oh ... "cried old apprehensive tone, almost sweet, adjusting his glasses First Hall, 6th shelf to the left, honey, and smiling as ever, returns to his work. I did not know he liked romance novels, Mr. Malfoy ends up adding, turning his eyes on the glasses at the boy, with a spark horribly mocking and amusing.

With concealed panic, mind and carefully read the first time the cover of the book above, but not think that would rather die before you know it, the gold letters engraved sarcastically chanted, "My first and only love."

started the book from the desktop, snorting and walked angrily to the shelf.

"Stupid novels," he repeated, thinking that the next time you cross the little girl would suffer from all known forms of torture by hot flashes and bad times that had happened.

But the bottom line came when he fell into an account he had begun to follow the game by giving away a smile or a wink. It was so damn handsome, so handsome, and had it more than clear-you could not afford not to enjoy a girl when he was bored. And since it was he who decided to take the stupid book ... better leave it the hell up and fade away, the girl would later ... After enjoying the spectacle that was taking place in the happy shelf n º 6.

He stopped dead in the hallway.

A pair of squat shoes, some socks slightly lowered at the same level, shapely legs. The

Slyhterin allowed more heat, even in that moment did not want. But what was wanted at that moment what he saw. Very

above the knees, the folds of a skirt that swayed to the beat a hip which could see a tiny, but existing at the end of the piece of skin-white-quite appealing. And following the path drawn by a framed waist more than normal because of a relatively large blouse that blessed body-sculpted, Malfoy thought, swallowing saliva, a raised arm with a finger going through the books in a rather high .

Something tickled in the stomach, or maybe a little lower.

The girl turned a couple of degrees your head for greater scope of titles. A playfully disheveled hair in a bun, curls rebels cayendo en la espalda. Color castaño.

Traga saliva otra vez.

–¡¿Tú?!

Hermione Granger se voltea intrigada. Se encuentra de golpe con un par de ojos grises algo desorbitados.

–¿Y ahora qué demonios te pasa, Malfoy?

Razón nº4: Las hormonas no distinguen sangre. Draco Malfoy está petrificadamente hastiado. ¿Pierde la razón?.

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* From the distant city of Chillán *

Sí, aún cuando me encuentro a kilómetros de mi hogar, yo, Angeline Anglyen, tiene que seguir jodiendo con su Draco Malfoy. Así que, sin rodeos, posteo las razones nº2 y 3, to which I have tuned a couple of details. Enjoy ~

held his body resting his hands on the rock behind his back, relaxing the back muscles, and occasionally throw a few inches of the tie. Blessed grumbled heat-airing the collar. Herbology class that stupid ...

And finish the sentence because the girl turns to noting that he finally gone. But before they call the "Thank you, Merlin", a new detail on the rock. The book.

repeatedly is passed hand through his hair, thinking that the scene could not be more ridiculous fairy tale. He now had to get up, pick up the book and keep it for the next opportunity in which to meet, said that an appointment would be appropriate to talk of life and knowledge, discovering and ... By Merlin. Enough. It takes two hands to the head. If it were not so insistent brat might not feel so overwhelmed by the issue. The letters every morning, looks nervous, an occasional laugh ...

When finally resolved to spend the day somewhere nicer, looks up removing the hands, your head feels weird. Curious, again plunges her fingers in her hair.

-Stupid

heat ... Reason No. 2: Spring deranges. Goodbye, hair gel. Draco Malfoy is fucking tired.

Annoyed at the end, rises suddenly from nowhere, trying to fix what your hands and the heat and disarmed and extremely rapid rate, and firm steps passing by the place where that girl watching him minutes before, pick up the book and is blessed walking without even say where he goes. And does it matter that the idiots or they are interested.

as heck do not think it had occurred before the cold aisles were going to give it some freshness, no torches, not many students. The heat of the greenhouses they should have atrophied head.

blithely keeps in his backpack hanging sweater in one hand. In the other, the book down with force. Fold into a corner, in another, its tiny silver threads swaying gracefully, unruly on his head. The shirt billowing, framing her slender figure and sign their young 16.

It felt dirty, spotless, urgently wanted a bath, fresh water. Grateful that the classes have finally finished that day.

comes to the library. The old book scent fills your nostrils, brilliant sunshine slipping through every window you view cega. A currency sentences about four students writing on the tables.

Without wishing to miss a second of your precious time there, in the dull environment, comes to Madame Pince.

"I come to put this book down," he says wearily, lifting his arms on the wood.
- And I ... Will always looove you ...!

raised an eyebrow. The woman did not listen, it sings in a song-and-such can hear romanticonas, cloying, fulsome, that everyone knows and likes, but he did not hate it. Muggle things, maybe. Please do not remind both the melody and lyrics. She kept repeating the last sentence with a shockingly off-key melody.
"Listen ...

-I will always ... Love youuuu!

and reaches a high note, even with how soft the spell, tune, dragged and shrill, extended, never ends, where his record is begging to best street, because the few students of the temple of silence up the view between unbelievers and annoying. She still lives

ordering the books in a pile on his desk to his right, ducking, bobbing slowly.

get tired of hearing the same thing. A Malfoy is zero hint of patience.

"Ooh ... I'll always, I'll always love youuuu.

Reason 3: The nasty people suddenly become agreeable. Draco Malfoy is disturbingly blase. He loses his temper.

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Voldy-pooh! * Laughs sarcastically * Draco Malfoy Letters

I began to review the various Lays, and I found this very good honor makes nuestors beloved * cough cough * not * cough cough * Death Eaters. Okay, I do not love, but I found adorable!

may change it soon, but for now just enjoy floating heart * insert here *

As I've been smart little ingenuity, I continued to write crap ... Now I started enough reasons for a hate Malfoy spring. You may have air of a Miss Eärwen fic I read out there on the 10 basic rules q all good Malfoy should know, and I apologize if it seems, but is that as spring comes in my country and always Malfoy round on my big head, was born that ... * Sigh * But we'll see how it ends, for now, just ahead the first reason.

The birds are singing, dancing trees, flowers, love whisper in the breeze and the world was rosy in the land of Hogwarts.

Giggles screaming, looks stupid in love and a sophomore girl, her eyes color honey blonde hair neatly combed in a ponytail. Those damn innocent eyes were fixed on his gray orbs lapidary, murderers and distant. Holding a book in their hands, the element that causes suddenly draw in his mind a coat of another house reds, perhaps, yes, because holding a book, because it has big eyes, his innocent eyes, because his fan secret could not be more than his own, a Slytherin. But it was fucking impossible for that innocence so neat and chaste desires are infested saw compelling, less pure blood, not to mention greed and power. Roda

eyes for the umpteenth time, hoping to disappear from the visual radio. It's hot, for Merlin, and that poor little girl, just trying to get their attention, took a seat in the sun on a rock overlooking the lake, while the pair of idiots, Crabbe and Goyle, throw stones into the water, laughing like the morons they are.

thought that if it might be winter ... the perfect utopia. He would find there, with all a storm about to break loose over her shoulders, and then dissipated to the girl ran to hide under a covered walkway. But he was so persistent, or at least it had given to demonstrate that the next second he was there getting wet.

"Pathetic ..." he said, turning to view companions, who, though not best picture, at least they were not in love with him.

Reason No. 1: "Love's in the air." Disgusting.

PS: A little this avatar was beautiful, I love those puffy so cute and crowded! * Screams like fangirl *

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Ya. Today I got the crazy the disease, and I write a lot of shit nonsense stuff to dump sick ideas that I have caused so much fiction and dreams Abnormal! (Do not ask, because most of the trips to bring a censure 7th Heaven with a capital and surplus neon sign of abnormal behavior, scenes of extreme violence, XXX and asdfasdf).

Warning: No stupid answers for continued information.

Eärwen Ms. dedicated to Neruda, who feels lonely these days by the network º A º ... (And my apologies for taking my sendo escape to the forest sprites).

. Letters of Draco Malfoy.

of Draco Malfoy Pansy Parkinson.

night My burning passion Pansy. You know what you will scarce in brain Merlin has balanced bondandes female, but it turns out I am now a grown man who does not want to deceive the love of his life. Do not ask. So, only if you're interested and do not mind, Let's meet this afternoon (you know where catches) to consummate our last-night stand.

seem appropriate that I use that last set you magical gift. No, they do not ask him back, it's yours. Yo, I'll be surprised as ever.

Tu, now, ex serpent bed, Draco Malfoy
.

PS: Too bad, just that he had commissioned a magical talking condoms ... Finally, someone else will benefit, I suppose.



of Draco Malfoy Hermione Granger.

My beloved Hermione, I've finished everything with Parkinson's mindless, that you feel happy. Do not know how much I miss your dirty blood in my common room's why every time some lady touched by my sad gray look sexy and approaches do not doubt for a second take her to bed to have long and deep .. . dreams tell someone already has my heart, my sighs and my mind.

Granger, you let me marry your conscience? I mean, because you only dream, right? Unless we fuguemos to Alaska, we change our names, let me go through Juan Miguel Andres Cervantes de Castellón and you go Joaquina Maria Antonieta de las Mercedes Rodríguez Amerind, which I dye your hair black (NEVER!) and you red (which would not be bad, you know). From my friend not worry, he would be delighted to attend our wedding, you know follows me everywhere ... Bad thought, I mean Zabinni!

I hope tonight we always, and ask for my custom Potter. Your

forbidden love, Draco Malfoy
.

Pd: Insístele to-face cracked I do not want to know anything about the Weasley if what I suspect.

From Harry Potter Draco Malfoy. Dear

Potter, this morning I woke up thinking how much I strange that I need your glasses to better see where road. In the worst cases, lend some of your friends to guide me along the path of light. Preferably, the blood-soiled, which is quite apeteceble at this stage of the youth. Is that you and your friend Weasley are a few gays and brainless idiots. Did not realize they have both breasts (woh! Bingo, because if you have only one, best metedla please Bury it in a sarcophagus and a thousand feet underground where the worms can only a trace of bone apparatus, because if there is something more than a poor deformed body like that ... anyway), a spectacular back is hard to crack? ... The males like us hard. No, I do not know if you or they are penniless. It

so much work this has caused me a couple of problems with her sight and I could not attend St. Mungo to analyze my optical problem. I see you have glasses to donate, con lo ciego que estás... Y en todo el extenso sentido de la palabra, si me permites escribirlo.

Tu enemigo más sexy de la historia,
Draco Malfoy.

Pd: Si weasley es gay... Insisto, mejor envíame a Granger. Mi trasero teme un ataque a su masculinidad.



De Draco Malfoy a Ron Weasley.

Mi estimado Pobretón, si le sigues incando el ojo así a mi sangre-sucia, te las verás con estos cinco de mi mano derecha.

Si, le dije a Potter que estabais ciegos, pero no es como para ir arrastrando un balde de baba. Y no, si vuelvo a oir otra vez que le has sugerido que utilize skirts more often, greet you with ten! (21, if needed ... but I would fear to greet you with a that, as we suspect from your sexual orientations, you know the diversity of these days and I'm not surprised they turned the cake on the side that is most intense oven, and to talk about me, I am pure heat ).

Your enemy you love your friend, Draco Malfoy
.

PS: If you want I can give you a list of candidates disupuestas kind to spend a night of passion no matter the blood.



of Draco Malfoy Lucius Malfoy.

idolized Father, I finally decided I want to do for the rest of my life. One of my most successful option is to dedicate myself to the easy life. You know, wear a tutu, a good pair of pantyhose fishnet stockings, high heels and some corset that my thin frame and perfect figure. Bust, do not worry, I know a good group of magicians who specialize in deform to form perfect curves (no waist! With which I have just me.) He earns quite well from what I heard.

I know my mother will agree, you know what I dreamed of having a girl.

The revamped version of Draco Malfoy, Daisy
Marienne.

PS: Do not deny that you too wanted to be the same thing ever!

Note: This letter was, for obvious reasons, burnt and forgotten in a magical fire before being sent to the above.



Of Draco Malfoy Ginny Weasley. Watch

good to your brother. Or threaten to which Potter or Harry will not be !

I said.

Your perpetual observer,
Draco Malfoy.

Pd: When you grow so fast that I did not notice?



of Draco Malfoy Narcissa Malfoy. My

estimada madre, puede que estas vacaciones lleve de visita a una señorita muy particular. Así que, si no te molesta, ¿podrías envenenar a papá por mi? Con tantos enemigos, no creo que se note mano familiar ahí. Ya sé lo minuciosa que eres (si, sé que has leido mi diario y que encontraste las PlayBoy que muy bien escondidas tenía en el ya-no-secreto sitio de mi cuarto).

Confío en tu delicadeza y pulcro trabajo. Espero verte pronto.

Tu queridísimo retoño,
Draco Malfoy.

Pd: ¡Extraño tu beso antes de dormir! Dijiste que el Señor Conejo iba a reemplazarte, pero el estúpido muñeco de felpa no lo hace... Si no out to this girl that I mentioned, my days would be pure gloom, seriously.

Yes, it has been the dumbest thing I've written these days. * Dance *
And now ... MI PS: It took me half a millennium and leave this to the correct html code!

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* Sing a verse of a song * "My life is uuun desaaastre" (8) ~

If you can not see it ... But all here is a mess.

And I will not come to that cliche phrase "pussy I do not know what happens," because I have more that clear. That is, at least, something to be proud, because not talking about my room. It is sad . The fic

and have barely advanced to the third chapter (because the second I've uploaded to ff.net), instead I spent reading all I find (the kind that is). And what is worse, I begin to swirl in the head with crazy ideas that do not result in more than a couple of lines is almost spits in the compu-book or some classes while I'm listening to music on the player. All related Draco, of course.

In drawings went dormant again. If not for Carolina, who directs the illustration workshop, you may already have thrown away my pencils and croquera the fire, because it is definitely my inspiration. He told me that me and my drawings gave off a smell of strawberries (information frikeó me a bit at first, but later accepted the view that it was true and was not the only one that thought), and maybe I should follow that line to what I draw. Thanks.

Institute "? "Classes? What is that? ... You understand

.

introspection No, because doing so would be a suicide attempt. My alter ego is not in the mode of wanting to talk. And my subconscious ... Not to mention it, is a nasty .


And thinking about Draco, I remember something very funny happened yesterday with some friends ...

I: Suddenly I want to buy some cigarettes [no, I smoke with nothing frequency, but every time I get the mongolia], sometimes when I write fics me want one ...
All: NO, ANGELINE.
Me: But ...!
All: DO NOT SMOKE!
Me: But ...
Hyde: Draco does not smoke. Pyro
: Right! * Insert your laughter and others here *
Me: You are wrong ...
* Insert face of horror and surprise to all here *
Me: "That if you do not have to imagine it with a cigarette mouth, being a Slytherin, libertine as could be? * And then remember a fic read somewhere * In fact, even knows a spell to use in cigarette smoke and to act as a conscience, it really is a part of it, to converse and ask questions mentally .
* Silence * lapidary and disappointments several
Me: Never ... NEVER hesitate to refer my word of Draco Malfoy, "you hear? Never. Because I never stay without answer them something back about him.

and purpose.

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pathetically emo Wohoo, first Cap! "Just another night." Coke

was beginning a story with lots of flashbacks and little things geek, when inspiration struck me in the back killed me and got me in its claws, came to me with some song from Reamonn ( Just another night), and wrote fluently about 3 flat. Little for a fic, but enough for an introductory chapter, "The usual."

Spend, spend, read, and then tell me what they thought, yeah? I've retired this 5 years is not easy.

And do not know what's wrong with fanfiction.net fucking that is so demanding as going up the stories, god, first upload a document, then, to enable it, go to stories ... and asdfasdf (you know who is not?, yes, we all know that prayer). In short, a minute more trouble than comfort for a novice to this new mecagomolestandoteconwebadas-chassis, and save the updated document, the worse the story is not updated, corrected some things but not as fucking think updated to view all fatal.




* Note: The picture "original" of this post (because I made myself small, I put text and edited it), belongs to "jessica@magical-creatures.net," it said in the picture! - . Yes

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With Candy-from-hell defend the rights heterosexual Coca-Cola! Because Coca-Cola does not make you gay as everyone thinks . Coca-Cola IS FOR MALES. Also, now covers all customer needs. You have the gas stream with sugar, you have the light by if you want slightly sweetened, and ZERO , for those who prefer to avoid the calories and stuff.

The only gas that makes you gay is Fanta, to just not have noticed these bright colors-please mix orange with blue and white? - In addition to this special edition grape flavor ... UVA! THE PURPLE ERA LOGO BY GOD! Then, you fall into the cruel and sad reality of subliminal messages. If, FANTA is gay and makes you gay. Least Coke is made difficult, the interesting , with its playful brubujas imploding in your face and tickled. Fanta instead easy you make it easy and not battles with her to drink.

Right. Coke is for MALES, Fanta is GAY. HE SAID.

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'm back ...

I Was kinda dead ...

Yep, I went to hell a couple of days, but I thought it was very cold down there, and went back to freezing with a pair of news and calorsh give some other (and fanfics as well), lol ...

began writing a Draco / Hermione, because Draco / Ginny I was half asleep, and it takes a little more action, daring, lust, sex, drugs and rock & roll, insults and anger. Let the "no ill wind that blows no good " and we realize that Hermione has more to gain than lose with this evil that comes into their hands, or rather who is entangled with ...- . A little violence never hurt anyone, either. Maybe even do a fanart out there, one of those days.

Oops ... Classes at 8 am, 12.20 today. OMG. We read soon, with some chapter of the fic ~