When Draco saw the sun, he knew that it was morning.
When Draco found a Firebolt leaning against the wall, he knew that it was a good day.
When Draco started to fly and left the broomstick behind, he knew that he was dreaming.
When Draco made a girl appear beside him, he knew that he was in control, even in his dreams.
When Draco saw it was Hermione, he knew that he was irresistible.
When Draco kissed her, he knew that nothing had ever felt so good.
When Draco woke up, he knew that he was very, very fucked.
FINIS
Oh, im the first one.
I don't like this fanfic all that much.