January 14, 200421 yr Author sweater vest wtf? its a fukin sweatshirt that isnt zipped asstards. ...but I have been known to wear the occasional sweater vest :gay3:
January 15, 200421 yr Author my "cake" is too awesome... ur all just jealous b/c i can make awesome "cakes" and you can only make faggety cakes.
January 15, 200421 yr "my "cake" is too awesome... ur all just jealous b/c i can make awesome "cakes" and you can only make faggety cakes." actually thats not even a cake maybe in the world of hairy potter it is but here on earth its not a cake
January 15, 200421 yr hey i have something cool for little kids like you to try its called suicide give it a try it would help out the world...
January 15, 200421 yr Harry nodded once more, his eyes communicating what words simply failed to. Draco stared at him, understanding glazing over his confused features; he took a small step backwards, as if stunned, yet it was something he had known all along. "You're going?" "Yes," Harry finally managed in a low, hoarse voice. "I'm going." Draco bit his lip, and nodded once; waves of conflicting feelings washed over his face like a pale tide, wetting his eyes with a sheen of tears, until the emotions subsided into a tortured acceptance. "Of course," Draco said quietly, his voice oddly steady, although imperceptibly bitter. "I knew you would." "I have to," Harry answered softly, reaching forward and drawing Draco closer to him. "I can't not go." Draco let Harry pull him near, and he subconsciously arched forward against the comforting warmth of Harry's body, the only comfort he trusted in these dark days, and the one thing that was being taken away from him now, and he didn't want to let Harry go, not now, not ever. Harry felt Draco trembling slightly against him, from cold or otherwise he did not know -- what he did know was that Draco was crying. And he didn't remember ever seeing Draco cry -- not even when Lucius Malfoy disowned him, or when he had been almost forced to bear the Dark Mark, although Harry and Dumbledore had rescued him just in time. Harry let his hand run up Draco's arms, feeling the smooth silky skin of the scar where Voldemort's wand had just pressed against Draco's inner left forearm, leaving a painful remembrance of how close he had come to losing Draco, how the tentacles of evil had almost engulfed the one person he truly ever loved. And the next thing Harry knew he was kissing Draco, desperately, holding him closer than he had ever done before, with hot tears wet on his face, his or Draco's he didn't know, probably both; pearls of pain, moist and warm as they washed away everything except for the simple moment of truth, of promise, of love. He had never kissed Draco this way before, so painful and raw, as if his heart was bleeding from love, from loving so much that it hurt. And he clung to this fragile kiss, willing it to last forever, because he didn't know if it would be their last tearful kiss, or a prelude of many happier ones to come. "Draco, I--" Harry whispered, against Draco's lips. "Don't." Draco said softly. "Don't say you'll come back, Harry. Don't make me promises you can't keep." "No," Harry answered, his arms tightly encircling Draco's waist, and he buried his face in Draco's neck. "Only that I love you. And I always will."
January 15, 200421 yr Author lol u went out and found a quote/wrote it for no reason at all? I dont think any1 ever read the shit... why would u waste ur time on something like that. You know when things get old and not funny anymore?
January 15, 200421 yr Stoned Gorilla']it's bettar than bsly's cake' date=' and he was in .. for awhile.[/quote'] rofl....
