Okei ... is supposed to return to the virtual social life .... and nothing. I have not had time to catch up with the topics in any forum ... completely finished. In fact I had forgotten to put the other bullets that are already advanced to the fourth.
I wonder where my head goes. Certainly very far from here.
# 18. Calendar.
could not help thinking about her. Every hour, every minute, every part of her missed her. Wondered how he was. Would you be depressed, sad or find happy and with a huge smile? How I wish to see, being able to feel in his arms. So that we can smell her hair and kiss every particle of his body.
-I miss you, "cried the wind.
was lying in bed, his arms folded behind his neck. Her blonde hair lay back in the position of his head and his gray eyes could not stop staring at the ceiling.
Draco Malfoy was installed in a luxury hotel in Norway. It was business, and orders of the Ministry of Magic had to leave for two months there. The task assigned to him was not easy, but tried not to think about it. His mind only focused on remembering. To her, the lady of his memoirs, the goddess of reason, the love of his life.
position is to be turned aside the furniture that was beside him, stretched out his hand and opened one of its drawers. He took the little book that was inside and was watching her. Twelve sheets were bound with a spiral. In each had numbered up to thirty squares alternate with others that came to the thirty-one. Containing important dates, including birthdays of everyone. It was a Muggle artifact, but his wife always used to everything and not realized she had taken from her things and had packed in his suitcase.
- Calendar Draco murmured without removing the sight of the precious object in Hermione. It was all he had brought to that business trip. And Merlin, all I wanted to go home.
- Weekend Schedule -
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