Why is it that I tend to romanticize every obnoxious character I ever come across and he ends up fluffy, kind and caring in my head when in real life he's a pain in the ass? The Harry Potter fic I'm working on consists of 1423 words so far and I've already managed to make Draco this loving, sweet boy whom I want in my b-- under my bed. Yeah. Under my bed.
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