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Draco had always loved books.  More than any other possession his parents had lavished on him.  The feel of paper against his delicate fingers comforted him.  The words so neatly organized in rows, so powerful and hypnotizing with their meanings.  He sometimes wondered into muggle bookstores because of the treasures that waited inside for him.  Of course he made sure to disguise himself whenever he took such ventures.  A dark red V-neck shirt, black thick rimmed glasses, a black fedora, and a pair of deep blue skinny jeans, that is what the disguise consisted of.   "Hello

Kevin sighed, Double D was too engrossed with his current project.  Even Kevin’s best puppy dog eyes and pout acquired no response from the other teen.  He tried sighing louder and throwing himself on Double D’s bed, knocking a pillow onto the floor, but still no attention was given.  He felt defeated and a bit annoyed so he decided to do what any other teen boy would, when presented with an obstacle of this magnitude.  Google random things on his phone.  He smirked and decided that penis was an interesting enough word and like his little adorable genius he would learn a few new words for the fun of it. “Love stick, schlong

    Edd's heart thuds as he walks down the hospital corridor, following the nurse to Kevin's room. He hadn't seen or heard from Kevin since the accident earlier that day, so he didn't know the extent of his wounds yet. His mind kept moving to worst-case scenarios, no matter how hard he tried to keep his mind away from the negative. Kevin was strong, he'd be fine. After all, he had been well enough to talk to Edd right before he was taken away in the ambulance.    Finally, after what seemed like hours to Edd, the nurse motioned to a door. Edd hesitantly opened the door, slowly taking a peek inside. All he could see from that were the lumps fo

    Edd slowly made his way to his locker, simultaneously studying the notes he had taken for chemistry the class before. The teacher had informed the class that their test wasn't taking place for another week or two, but Edd decided it was better not to waste time committing the material to memory. When he had made it safely to his locker, he reluctantly put his notes neatly away in his backpack, along with all his other school things. He slipped his backpack on cheerfully, only to turn around and find himself face-to-face with a big, brawny football player.    "Where do you think you're going, dweeb?"    Edd's heart hammered in his chest