Oh Emily, Emily, Emily, what can I say? It was great? I could say that, cause let's face it, it was. However, It doesn't do it justice quite the way it should. Umm it was well, actually, I could come up with adjectives all night, but eventually, I think it would start counting as SPAM. And I don't want to get in trouble. I will say, it is a talent to be able to draw readers into a story, and make them feel like they're there with the characters, or even being one of the characters. This is what you do with each post. I do so much enjoy this FF.
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He was pleased I was finally making an effort with Pansy’s and mine relationship,” he said disgustedly.
I believe him. I think the thought is revolting to him.
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I shouldn’t have gotten—I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but—jealous of Weasley.
I think he means this also.
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I’ll change. I’ll be different. We can even go out in the open if you want. We don’t have to hide it.
It may be his honest intentions, but we've heard it before from him.
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She had this nagging feeling in the back of her head that she wasn’t completely, one hundred percent happy, but at least she felt happiness.
Like what she was feeling under the Christmas Tree when her and George eyes were locked together. You know, right before that other girlfriend substitute showed up.
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Emily was snuggled up to Draco’s side, her head on his chest. Though it was freezing outside, she was comfortable and warm.
But see? She didn't feel what she felt when she had her head on George's chest.
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“It’s him, isn’t it?” Draco whispered.
Not to be mean to Draco, because he is being sweet and more mature, but yes, I hope it is. Super post Emily. I'll be watching for your next post.