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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