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He was more beautiful than ever now, I kept looking at him at the Hogwarts Express. He was sitting with Blaise and Carlin. Reading The Daily Prophet, I could see his fingers touching the pages with such ease, it was almost sexual. I kept staring, he turned the page and slowly slid his fingers over the next page, bloody hell. He's reading a newspaper, and I can't stop staring, I could feel a sexual tension building up inside of me. I looked at him, wearing his black suit. He was bloody handsome. "See something you like, Sullivan?" Carlin teased as he caught me staring at Draco. Draco looked up, his eyes were focused on mine, and he smiled as he slowly put The Daily Prophet down, "Well, do you like what you see?" he smirked and tied his hands together. Gulp. What is it about his bloody hands? I want them wrapped around me. I want to hear his voice say my name, over and over again. "Well, the view isn't that bad. I guess," I said with a shrug. "Agreed," he almost whispered as he leaned closer to me. Gulp. Again. This man is going to be the end of me. This book starts at year seven when they return to Hogwarts (intentionally starting at year seven, I want them to be as old as possible). Mature content. I don't own any of the original characters, some of them are made up by me, though.
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