My Heart Belongs To A Mean, Green, Slytherin Fiend (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

My Heart Belongs To A Mean, Green, Slytherin Fiend (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Ok! New Draco Malfoy Love Story! Hope you like it! :) Comments, ratings, and favoriting would be VERY much appreaciated!! :D
Name: Sage Lund
Age: 17
Blood type: Pureblood
Year & House: 7th & Gryffindor
Hair Color: Chocolate brown
Eye color: Green. (like the Slytherin snake symbol)
Personality: Popular, pretty, courageous, and outgoing. She is very independent, likes to goof off, have fun & laugh. Is secretly in love with Draco Malfoy. Only child.

Chapter 3


by: vixybear
When I woke up, I felt something on my body. I opened my eyes and stretched and my hand hit something... something soft. I started feeling what it was. I felt a nose. What the hell?! I turned over, and Draco's arm was around my waist. I pulled my hand away and stared at Draco. He looked so innocent in his sleep. He also looked so funny; his hair was everywhere. I heard him mumble something. I slowly crawled out of bed, but to only feel my leg being pulled. Draco pulled me towards him and hugged me. I felt my cheeks flush and I swallowed nervously.

"Umm.. Draco?! Draco!" I whispered into his ear. He jumped and shot his head forward, our lips touched lightly, while our foreheads bonking.

"Ouch!" We both cried out in pain at the same time. Draco gave a confused look while I blushed.

"Did I just... kiss you?" he asked, his voice laced with a slight awkward tone.

"Yup," I said, quickly getting off of him. He sat up slowly, rubbing his head. Before he could ask another question, I was already in the shower. When I got out, my towel was gone. Damn it Draco! There was nothing but my new clothes. I dried myself with my favorite shirt, and put my clothes on and turned the handle. It wouldn't open. Draco so asked for it! I didn't have my wand.

"Draco! You better open this door!" I yelled. I heard footsteps.

"Or you'll do what?" I didn't even have to see him to know there a smirk plastered on his face.

"I'll kill you!" I replied. I heard him chuckle as he unlocked the door. I opened the door and Draco was laying on his couch, watching t.v. I stormed right over to him. Just like I expected, there was his infamous smirk upon his lips.

"What?" he asked in an innocent tone. I rolled my eyes.

"You better wipe that smirk off your face because I will I get my revenge," I grinned, sitting on his priceless black couch, which was now all wet. He narrowed his eyebrows and continued watching t.v. When Draco went to lay down, I decided I'd get my revenge. I picked his head up lightly and put a spell where his head would stick to the pillow. I grinned as I set his head back down. He had a smile on his face and I backed away quickly... but not fast enough. The next thing I knew Draco had pinned to the pinned, his face with an angry expression and my spell worked. The pillow stuck to his head. I burst out laughing, spit flew onto his face. That made me laugh harder. He was grinning, obviously having something in mind.

"Now that I think about it, maybe I should show that wonderful picture of you," he snickered. My laughter faded away and was replaced with a serious face.
"Wait, I'm sorry! Please don't show it to anyone!" I can't believe I was begging him. He grinned and leaned down and I thought he was going to kiss me but instead his mouth was by my ear.
"Alright. But I get to do something to you..." he whispered in a sexy tone, which sent shivers down my spine. My body was covered in goosebumps. I took a deep breath and looked into his gray eyes.

"Fine." He got off me slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. He stood next to the bed, smirking.

"Take your shirt off." I was insulted.

"Excuse me?" I asked, my hands on my hips.

"You heard me. Take your shirt off or else," he was referring to the picture. I slowly took my shirt off. Thank God I had a tank top on. "Now tank top."

"What?! Hell no!" I was not going to strip in front of Malfoy.

"Why not? I've already seen you half naked!" he pointed out. I rolled my eyes and took off my tank top. He was grinning, his eyes traveling up and down my body. I watched him as he walked over to me slowly. I didn't step back, in a daze. I searched his eyes for his emotions. Sadness. Why was he sad?

"Why are you sad?" I whispered, tilting my head up at him.

I watched his eyes soften as he hesitantly traced his hand over my cheek, and his next words surprised me, "because I can't be with you..."

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