Draco was laying in bed, under several wool blankets covering his aching body from the chill of the stone dormitories in the Slytherin dungeons. At times like these he despised the cold that came along with his house. But he hated the boring-ness that came along with it even more. He had been confined to the dungeons for three days, only being allowed out of his dormitory thirty minutes each day. It was not enough to entertain him and keep him happy. He needed warm-blooded females with him 24 hours a day, there was one in particular really , the only one he actually cared about and tried to woo into his life. Yet that stubborn witch wouldn't fall for his charm.

It was totally unfair. Life just had this way of throwing everything back at him, he had rejected all those girls before and now it all seemed to be coming him and biting him on his sexy bum, now HE was the one being rejected by his hearts desire. He threw a photo of a 2nd year Hermione sitting on his bed table out of pure frustration. He heard the thud as it hit the wall and then the clash of it bumping into all his other things. He lifted his blankets off his face to see what damage he'd inflicted this time. Upon seeing his horrible, frightening, plain scary sight of his Hermione shrine being all out of place he fell out of his bed throwing himself next to the life sized Hermione poster.

It wasn't stalkerish or anything, he just had a good taste in decorating. He knew what would look well hanging on his walls. Who do you think helped Narcissa with her hair and makeup? Cause of course it wasn't all her own doing. She was absolutely hopeless with that kind of thing.

As he calculated exactly where Hermione's hairbrush went in his 'place of worship' the door flew open revealing a real, breathing Hermione at his door.

"Hey is that my brush?" She hollered.

Draco looked up to her, his eyes wide at being caught. "Uhm. Maybe?"

"Oh that is soooo romantic. You steal my hairbrush because you think my hair is perfect the way it is!" Hermione screeched throwing herself into Draco's surprised arms. But hey -hay is for horses- Draco wasn't complaining.

"Sureeeee. Lets go with that."

"Hey is that the tampon I used the other day?" Hermione asked.

"Sure is darlin' Hermione" Responded Draco, head held high obviously very proud of himself.

"Draco I love you,"

And this is how this wooing tale ends my folks and I just hope you all learned the moral of this fantastical story and that is: STALKERS, they're not romantic. They're CREEPY. Call the cops!

So this is the end my friends. First story I have finished and I'm absolutely proud. Now I was just in that 'writing' mood. But I also deleted most of my stories, I felt I've grown since I started posting and my writing has improved so I'm going to be working on some new stuff hopefully.