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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