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At the close of school, I stroll into detention and take my seat by the window. Just as I’m about to start doodling in my notebook to pass the time, a ball of paper hits my now-frizzy hair. “Oi, Granger! Didn’t expect you here. Where’s your usual sidekick, Malfoy?” Jeff says, causing everyone in detention to turn to me. “Oh, Jeff, don’t you know? I heard he ran from our dear Odette before her hair could strangle him,” someone else adds.

I looked up at her with my palm on my cheek, seething in anger, wishing I can be allowed to tear this bitch into pieces. “Malfoy I think our guests would like to cool off a little don’t you agree?“ Leanor said and another word Malfoy pulled me up from the ground and onto his shoulder to a bathroom that had a tub that was filled with water. The Water in the tub had some roses on it, and a trail of roses on the ground that spelt the word ‘punishment’ I saw this word and started to get scared. Malfoy said nothing to me, he looked at me as though he was not seeing me, like he wasn’t actually looking at me just looking through me, like I was a ghost that did not matter in any way.

"I can walk, and I can fight, and I can protect you. That's all that matters." Maeve watched the exchange with knowing eyes. "The bond," she murmured. "It's already forming." I blinked. "What?" "The mate bond. Between you two." She shook her head slowly. "I've seen it before. It's faint now—just a whisper—but it's there. The moon has chosen." "No." I shook my head violently. "No, that's impossible. I'm still bound to Ronan—the blood pact—"

he whispered “This is exactly what I’ll do to that baby was it’s born and I get my hands on the filthy thing” ~~~ Far away from the forest, in a dark room, Hermoine stood alone. Her eyes were locked on a large monitor in front of her, showing a live feed of the feast. She had found a way to hack into the pack’s hidden cameras. She watched Elena smile. She watched Salvatore lean close to her. Hermoine’s hands clenched into fists. “I should’ve been Luna,” she whispered. “That should’ve been me.” Her chest burned with hate. She grabbed a glass bottle beside her and smashed it against the floor. Then another. Then another.

Draco growled. Daemon frowned. "You're reassigning my responsibilities?" "I'm reminding you that we have an intruder." Draco answered back. Daemon grin and said, "The intruder isn't flirting with me." "The Crimson Mistress isn't your assignment." Draco roared. Draven failed to suppress a laugh. "Oh, this is getting entertaining." Daemon looked between Draco and me before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. "I see." Draco remained expressionless. "You see nothing."

"Bring him home sometime. You speak so highly of him. I would like to meet him." * * * "Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

No biggie. “I don’t know” I said, looking down. A strange part of me begged for him to come bursting through that door at that moment. So I could hit him as hard as I possibly could… and then… then kiss him as passionately as I could. “Well, try and figure it out” she hissed, jumping forward once more. The slap rung through my head, it making me dizzy once more. Stupid b*tch... Why’d they have to leave me with the loose cannon? Couldn’t I get Malfoy back? Or maybe a better psychopath?

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

asked Aiden when they were standing not too far from where Malfoy was standing. The pale man who had previously been a bit lost in thought immediately straightened his body alert while looking in horror at Aiden and Calistha. Moreover, Aiden's face that looks terrible behind his handsome face makes Malfoy instantly show a face full of antipathy. "Who are you guys? I'm not Malfoy." "Yes, you are Malfoy. I met you at the bakery over there,” pointed Calistha at the busy-looking croissant shop. Seeing that Malfoy immediately prepared to run, but his movements were caught by Aiden quickly, so that before he managed to get out of there, Aiden had already locked his body so he could no longer go an

Stefan Malfoy. "You're just one pathetic soul, you know that right, Lucinda?? Huh??" I cursed as I held her throat firmly. "You think that impostor, that weakling would come to save you??" I scoffed as I laughed really hard, looking at her eyes filled with tears.