Romeo & Juliet

Romeo and Juliet

From the very beginning she was
beautiful. Not as beautiful as anyone would deem in a fashionable sense, but to
him she was his Aphrodite. A Siren that can make any sailor sink
his ship to be eternally graced by her beauty. Her hair no longer a frizzed
mess, had smoothed into chocolate and gold ringlets. Her eyes were warm honey
in the sun. Her skin soft as Egyptian cotton and as smooth as silk was bronzed
and kissed by the sun. Her petite body seemed lithe. Regardless of her splendor
no ordinary man would look twice at her body, even for a woman so small to have
endless legs, she possessed the smallest amount of natural curves possible. She
was not flat, nor plain to look at, she was however not the obvious pretty girl
you would find in a magazine.

“Average,” his father ruffed out. style='mso-special-character:line-break'>

“But father, she has changed,” the
son tried to argue back.

“Have you seen her body? A woman is
not a woman until her bosom is a plenty, her hips have shaped for children, and
her legs have spread for her lover. I think she only attempted to accomplish
one out of the three and even there failed.”

“Father…Simply because Weasely is
out of the closet with Longbottom does not mean she failed. Remember she lived
a whole life opposite of ours to where she can be who she wants to be, do what
she wants to do, and whatever she pleases. She’s simply another muggle to them.
Who knows? Maybe she did succeed?”

“Draco, stop
being nonsensical about her virtue. She still has barely any hips and
not enough bosoms to make a man of my age or even of yours feel whimsical.
Anyway I would rather her be a taut virgin than have her slept with the
lowliest of filth.”

“I don’t mind her being small.”style='mso-special-character:line-break'>

“I do. The girl needs bigger tits.”style='mso-special-character:line-break'>

“Then slip her a potion to make
them grow.”

“She’d still be invisible. Are you
sure you want this mudblood to be your wife? She’d
drive you insane with her nonstop mouth ranting about house elf freedom.”style='mso-special-character:line-break'>

“Father, I love Hermione. She is
the One for me. The only one for me. Hermione Juliet
Granger is the most intelligent, humorous, honorable, and gorgeous woman I have
ever met. She is a very powerful witch, with the kindest and most misguided
heart I know. What I love about her is she stands for those who cannot protect
themselves and she can defend herself without any help- all at the same time! style='mso-special-character:line-break'>

“Father, do not let the fact she is
friends with the hero of our world and a gay wizard stop you from signing off
on this marriage. No matter what, I am going to marry her. No matter what, she
will be Mrs. Draco Romeo Malfoy. No matter what, she will love me. No matter class=SpellE>wha-“

“She will forget the treacherous
and humiliating trails and taunting remarks you sent in her direction for the
past seven years? She’ll remember you as the love of her life instead of the bane
of her existence?” With that Draco was stunned silent. “You might want work on
getting into her good graces first before jumping into the marriage bed. You
don’t want to get in there with a bruised manhood and a black eye. Malfoy’s are
known for their big egos in and out of the bed chamber, and her violent
rejection would only serve to deflate yours.” Needless to say anymore, Draco
turned and exited his father’s study. He knew he could win her heart, in fact
he’s done so many times before… in his sleep.

“Bloody
Shakespeare.”