Stories by ComfortableChagrin

Though my face is hot, my lips feel odd, cool in the literal way. I lick my lips, remembering the taste. A grin tugs at the corners of my mouth, and I look down. Of course Hermione Granger would use peppermint lip balm.

"Don't you dare kiss me, Draco Malfoy." "You want me to, though, don't you?" / Just whatever little one to three shots come into my mind. All Dramione, all the time. *clicks tongue, winking* WARNING: FLUFF IS TO BE EXPECTED. It's spreading... It's... It's EVERYWHERE. Oh, but it's so cute...

They're not quite like honey... They're not quite mahogany... They could be dark auburn... They remind me of the leather... I don't think I'll ever decide... /Draco attempts to describe Hermione's eyes, and vice versa

I see her over there with her date. Of course it has to be a Quidditch player. But why can't it be me? After all, I'm a - Wait. What am I saying? A Mudblood's date... Never. Well... maybe. Draco's POV, One-shot. T just for one word used, and I'm in a paranoid mood.