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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 ~!
Y ~

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.

How Ti Build A Toy Log Cabin

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