2º Ser chamada de "meu amor" toda agora
3º Ter alguém que a ame de verdade
4º Ser respeitada
5º Ser compreendida
quinta-feira, 29 de setembro de 2011
Dramione
Draco wiped his sweaty palms on his thighs, trying careful to keep a solemn face. The Dark Lord sat in the front, frowning, and when he began to speak, his high-pitched hiss-like voice bounced off the walls. “A friend,” he started, his eyes darting across the room, “Has informed me that someone has been, I daresay, socialising with a mudblood.”
Most of the people sitting at the table gagged, and Bellatrix smacked the table in disgust. Draco bit into his cheek, and his mind instantly flickered to Granger, the bushy-haired Muggle-born from Gyffindor that he had, recently, been finding comfort within.
He closed his eyes for a fleeting second, letting his mind wander for the allocated time, and bathed in the moment when he and Granger had stumbled upon one another in the Room of Requirement. How they had taken a minute to shout insults of all kinds; and then another to gaze at each other; and then, one last minute, found shelter in one anothers arms.
He dared not smile as he opened his eyes.
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