Life is Strange
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Adult ++
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8
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3,671
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14
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Ch 3: #1 Crush
#1 Crush: Garbage
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I am talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me
Violate all The love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I would wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be a part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you.
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Two Days Later:
She sat. In the library. Alone. Like always.
Draco watched her, unobserved as he sat in a dark cornor near the Forbidden Section. It hadn't hurt that he had performed a Don't See me charm today in Flit wick's. Sometimes this school taught a few things worth knowing. Sometimes.
So he watched her, but she couldn't see him watching her.
She didn't move. Didn't bite her lips prov actively. Didn't moisten her mouth with a delectable tongue. She just sat there, eyes moving and turning the pages of some dusty old book. But he couldn't take his eyes off her. Brown hair. Still bushy. Hazel eyes glued to her book. Pale skin. Who knew about the body. Good posture for someone who read so much. She didn't hunch over the book. She just sat there, flipping pages, and he became increasing more uncomfortable.
He was getting turned on by watching her. Seriously turned on.
Why? Draco couldn't even begin to guess why. Hie couldn't seem to get enough of that bushy haired know it all. He followed her fingers turning the pages. He thought of her fingers. Her fingers. Soft? Rough? Even when the little twat Weasley What's her Name came by and chatted with her for several moments before leaving, he barely noticed. The red head certainly had a body that had not escaped his attention in the past few years. But all of sudden she seemed a gray nothing compared to the sight of Granger sitting there turning the pages of her sodding, enthralling book.
A half hour later. Granger was still there, and so was he. Dinner was approaching but he couldn't move until she did. And she might not. She just might sit there for hours more to come, missing dinner completely, just moldering there alone until it was time for bed. His stomach was growling noticeably, and his legs were going numb from inaction. Yes, if the fool couldn't leave the exciting book in front of her. He would have a horrible miserable night.
He gritted his teeth. No one would come. She would stay. Hopefully.
Damn. In come the two he least wanted to see. They approached her, and all but shook their fingers in her face re approvingly. She shooed them away. And away they walked, casting backward glances at her.
Draco noticed that both Potter and Weasley were looking at her differently. Draco ground his teeth. First Weasley glanced back, giving her a once over. No real surprise. Everyone knew that Potter's sidekick had a thing for Granger. But then Weasley walked out the doors, leaving Potter behind for a split second. And damn if Potter didn't turn back too, brushing his mussed up hair out of his eyes enough to give Granger a long, slow look before leaving the library.
Draco's eyes narrowed. Then glanced back to the object of such intense scrutiny.
She stood up. Closed the book. Stretched up and back, arching her back.
Draco breathed. In and out. In and out.
She left. After a few seconds, he disbanded the charm. And followed her.
Dinner. She sat next to Potter and Weasley. As usual. Draco sat by Vince and Greg. But he ignored them. After not receiving any comment from their esteemed leader, they shrugged their shoulders and began to eat.
She ate. Draco ate. He tasted nothing. It could have been anything. Fork to mouth. Goblet to mouth. Chew. Swallow. Repeat. His eyes locked on her. She smiled a little. Ate a little. She was facing him. But she didn't see him. He hadn't needed the See me not charm. She always ignored him. She was the only one. Everyone else ate him up with their eyes. He loved it. He hated it. It had always been that way. But she didn't even look at him unless he called her names; called her friends names. She ignored him. Even after what had happened in the train staion. Maybe that was why he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He didn't like being ignored.
Roast chicken and potatoes. The ever present pumpkin juice. Down her throat. He watched every bite, every swallow. He wasn't worried about anyone noticing his object of interest. They would just assume he was plotting her death or something. He was at liberty to watch her.
He watched when Potter leaned over the table and passed her a roll. When Weasley, sitting next to her, put his arm around her as she laughed, holding her close for an instant.
He closed his eyes. Shuddered. For an instant he had wished he was Ron Weasley. He, Draco
Malfoy, pure blood son in the wealthiest wizarding family in England, had wished he was a rag bag Weasley. Disgusting. Just so he could put his arm around her. What would she feel like? Weasley could smell her, probably. Did she reek of her mudblood? Did she smell like musty books? Weasley could look into her eyes, and she would smile. Disgusting. She didn't ignore Weasley.
But she ignored Draco. Draco Malfoy.
It was too much. It was one thing to watch this girl and feel...whatever he was feeling. But wishing he was Weasley....
He left the Slytherin table; headed towards the door his eyes still glued to her.
As he reached the door, she looked up. And caught him looking at her. His feet carried him out the door before he really registered it. She looked at him. She saw him.
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side
To know that you're mine
I will cry for you
I will cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears
And drown your fear
I will pray for you
I will pray for you
I will sell my soul for something pure and true
Someone like you
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time I am talking
You will believe in me
And I will never be ignored
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart
And tear it apart
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see
You're just like me
Violate all The love that I'm missing
Throw away all the pain that I'm living
You will believe in me
And I can never be ignored
I would die for you
I would kill for you
I will steal for you
I'd do time for you
I would wait for you
I'd make room for you
I'd sail ships for you
To be close to you
To be a part of you
'Cause I believe in you
I believe in you
I would die for you.
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Two Days Later:
She sat. In the library. Alone. Like always.
Draco watched her, unobserved as he sat in a dark cornor near the Forbidden Section. It hadn't hurt that he had performed a Don't See me charm today in Flit wick's. Sometimes this school taught a few things worth knowing. Sometimes.
So he watched her, but she couldn't see him watching her.
She didn't move. Didn't bite her lips prov actively. Didn't moisten her mouth with a delectable tongue. She just sat there, eyes moving and turning the pages of some dusty old book. But he couldn't take his eyes off her. Brown hair. Still bushy. Hazel eyes glued to her book. Pale skin. Who knew about the body. Good posture for someone who read so much. She didn't hunch over the book. She just sat there, flipping pages, and he became increasing more uncomfortable.
He was getting turned on by watching her. Seriously turned on.
Why? Draco couldn't even begin to guess why. Hie couldn't seem to get enough of that bushy haired know it all. He followed her fingers turning the pages. He thought of her fingers. Her fingers. Soft? Rough? Even when the little twat Weasley What's her Name came by and chatted with her for several moments before leaving, he barely noticed. The red head certainly had a body that had not escaped his attention in the past few years. But all of sudden she seemed a gray nothing compared to the sight of Granger sitting there turning the pages of her sodding, enthralling book.
A half hour later. Granger was still there, and so was he. Dinner was approaching but he couldn't move until she did. And she might not. She just might sit there for hours more to come, missing dinner completely, just moldering there alone until it was time for bed. His stomach was growling noticeably, and his legs were going numb from inaction. Yes, if the fool couldn't leave the exciting book in front of her. He would have a horrible miserable night.
He gritted his teeth. No one would come. She would stay. Hopefully.
Damn. In come the two he least wanted to see. They approached her, and all but shook their fingers in her face re approvingly. She shooed them away. And away they walked, casting backward glances at her.
Draco noticed that both Potter and Weasley were looking at her differently. Draco ground his teeth. First Weasley glanced back, giving her a once over. No real surprise. Everyone knew that Potter's sidekick had a thing for Granger. But then Weasley walked out the doors, leaving Potter behind for a split second. And damn if Potter didn't turn back too, brushing his mussed up hair out of his eyes enough to give Granger a long, slow look before leaving the library.
Draco's eyes narrowed. Then glanced back to the object of such intense scrutiny.
She stood up. Closed the book. Stretched up and back, arching her back.
Draco breathed. In and out. In and out.
She left. After a few seconds, he disbanded the charm. And followed her.
Dinner. She sat next to Potter and Weasley. As usual. Draco sat by Vince and Greg. But he ignored them. After not receiving any comment from their esteemed leader, they shrugged their shoulders and began to eat.
She ate. Draco ate. He tasted nothing. It could have been anything. Fork to mouth. Goblet to mouth. Chew. Swallow. Repeat. His eyes locked on her. She smiled a little. Ate a little. She was facing him. But she didn't see him. He hadn't needed the See me not charm. She always ignored him. She was the only one. Everyone else ate him up with their eyes. He loved it. He hated it. It had always been that way. But she didn't even look at him unless he called her names; called her friends names. She ignored him. Even after what had happened in the train staion. Maybe that was why he couldn't take his eyes off of her. He didn't like being ignored.
Roast chicken and potatoes. The ever present pumpkin juice. Down her throat. He watched every bite, every swallow. He wasn't worried about anyone noticing his object of interest. They would just assume he was plotting her death or something. He was at liberty to watch her.
He watched when Potter leaned over the table and passed her a roll. When Weasley, sitting next to her, put his arm around her as she laughed, holding her close for an instant.
He closed his eyes. Shuddered. For an instant he had wished he was Ron Weasley. He, Draco
Malfoy, pure blood son in the wealthiest wizarding family in England, had wished he was a rag bag Weasley. Disgusting. Just so he could put his arm around her. What would she feel like? Weasley could smell her, probably. Did she reek of her mudblood? Did she smell like musty books? Weasley could look into her eyes, and she would smile. Disgusting. She didn't ignore Weasley.
But she ignored Draco. Draco Malfoy.
It was too much. It was one thing to watch this girl and feel...whatever he was feeling. But wishing he was Weasley....
He left the Slytherin table; headed towards the door his eyes still glued to her.
As he reached the door, she looked up. And caught him looking at her. His feet carried him out the door before he really registered it. She looked at him. She saw him.