How Crazy Does That sound?
Warnings: Slash, or as I like to call it MAN SECKS!!! Don't like, don't read. Erm... Mature themes, as well? I'm not quite sure, and OOCness.
Disclaimer: Sorry, kids. J.K Rowling owns all. However, if I owned HP, it would be smuttier and slashier. However, I don't. So on with the story!
(Draco's P.O.V.)
I stare at you. How crazy does that sound?
I watch as you laugh at one of Weasley's stupid jokes. It makes me sick. I should be the one to make you laugh, not that stupid blood traitor. He's not worthy of you. You're mine. Only I can have you.
I stalk you. How crazy does that sound?
I follow you to the library. You've been going there recently, researching dark hexes. It makes me sick. I want to protect you; you shouldn't have to protect yourself. You're mine. I should be able to protect you.
I want you. How crazy does that sound?
I wake up again every night, moaning out your name. You are in my dreams, of course. It makes me sick. I need you here with me, we are perfect together. You're mine. At least, I hope so.
I love you. How crazy is that?
I find you irresistible, everything about you. You're so beautiful, so smart, and so kind. It makes me sick. I crave your touch, the sound of your voice. Your mine. Why don't you believe me, Harry?
I love you. More than words can describe. I just hope that one day, you'll love me back. If only you accepted my hand in friendship so many years ago…
Hmm. Sorry that it's so short. And sad-ish. And bad. This was my first attempt at a Harry Potter fanfic. I might add two more chapters. I'll see how it goes. Do I get a review? I give good cookies. Home made! :)