"Draco Malfoy? In love with me? How?"
Guess you're just going to hafta read the chapters to see all the different ways this platinum haired boy falls in love with you.
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thanks to the following people for submitting such beautiful pieces: -serehndipity random-shiz Northview14 Noyoucanthavemyramen /stephisstupid JustAPlainFanGirl i loved all the paragraphs so so much but unfortunately could only use one for this chapter. to the ones that sent me pictures, you all looked absolutely stunning and i love seeing what my readers look like. maybe i'll do something similar in future chapters, but for now, stay sexy, my lovelies! i can now officially say that since i know all of you are stunning.
thank you to all of you once again but unfortunately i could only pick one. i have chosen JustAPlainFanGirl who wrote about theatre and different identities. lovely story hun and keep up the great work.
don't loose hope if i didn't pick you because i thought all of them wonderful and i will most likely do a similar thing again. i'm repeating myself let's just get into the story.
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I suck in a deep breath. Re-examining the photo over and over. pointing out any flaws that someone may find. I look at every mark on the photo. I contemplate redoing my make up but I wouldn't know how else to do it. That's it, I'm just going to post it. What do I have left to lose? If someone says anything bad I can just delete the comment, right? But they'll still be thinking it. Well... I can't change what people think.
I felt good in this photo. I don't normally feel good or confident about myself. But I do here so I'm just... I'm just going to post it, no more thinking.
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I stare at the photo more and that's when I see it. I see the flaws. I see what people could make fun of me for. Maybe I should just take it down?
No I'll leave it up for at least a day and see what people will say.
[The next day]
I eat breakfast slowly, purposely not checking my phone, yet it still lays next to me, face down and switched off. I stare at it as though it may blow at some point.
"Hun you okay?" My mother asks, snapping me out of my trance.
"Hm? Yeah yeah perfect, thanks." I fake smile. She gives me an odd look and then looks at my phone before sighing.
"Alright well, I'm off to work. Have fun." She kisses my forehead and walks off.
