Draco Malfoy being a horny ferret
Emily opens her (Your eye colour) y/e/c/ orbs and peers into the darkness. Her pillow is wet from all the crying she has done because her mother made her so upset. Honestly, her mother is so mean. Emily wished her mother was dead.
She stares straight up at the ceiling, and the large four-postered bed and crimson curtains that draped across her covers, which had the same colour. She doesn't have a four-postered bed, and her covers are an obnoxious shade of bright pink and silk.
So why was she lying in the cheap sheets of an old building?
She doesn't even know where she is but she is intrigued. Any normal girl would be shrieking and terrified that she woke up in a strange place, but Emily is different so she doesnt scream or cry like she knows other girls might do.
Emily gets up from her huge bed that dwarfs her inhuman height that is impossible-and-almost-demeaning-to-people-who-actually-have-dwarfism-or-a-medical-condition-and-is-just-plain-offensive-in-this-day-and-age-but-makes-her-cute-height of 3"1. She dresses in her black uniform of Gryffindor House, because what else would she be in, she's the main character obviously *eyeroll* and walks down into the Gryffindor common room to see if her favourite characters were there.
You see, what no one knew, was that not only did Emily have a crush on Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Cormac McLaggen, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Wayne Hopkins, Zacharias Smith, Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, Terry Boot, Kevin Entwhistle, Stephen Cornfoot, Crabbe and Goyle, but also Draco Malfoy and Cedric Diggory.
Which is surprising because she is so different.
Emily unlocks her door and traipses down the stairs.
To find all of her crushes assembled in the common room waiting for her. And at the bottom of the stairs, Is her one and only true love.
Harry.
He stretches out his arms wide, shirt unbuttoned until the fourth one down, showing off his muscular chest, tousled hair in a perfect wave down to his shoulders, messy and attractive, a dark circular had atop his head, so far back it looks glued. His orbs, the perfect emerald green, peer up at her. He smiles, and it is the most perfect thing she has seen grace his abnormally and almost ill-looking, but very attractive don't worry, face.
He opens his mouth, still grinning.
"Emily.." He sings, with his angelic voice curving upwards in a perfect run from middle C all the way to high fifth C. His voice is just so perfect, it doesn't crack. Emily almost faints. He said my name!
Behind him, Draco Malfoy, her second biggest crush, brushes past Harry easily and walks her down the stairs, slowly, like a princess. She is a princess, and she feels like a princess. For once, she feels loved. Not like her mother, who doesn't love her at all, not like her friends at school, who always mock her jealously. But like the princess she really is. Like the princess she knows she is.
"My princess," Draco whispers in her ear, then puts his hot tongue in it, making her shiver with an unknown feeling. "Your castle awaits." He draws back, emerald green orbs gazing into her beautiful y/e/c ones, and pushes a lock of y/h/c hair behind your ear with nimble fingers. She takes his hand and sucks on his fingers for a moment, making his pupils blow wide, and then puts her tiny hand in his, allowing herself to be lead down the staircase.
"My dear you don't know the things we would do to you.." Harry says, taking her by the shoulders and nudging her to the red sofa, laying her down. He takes his thick fingers, and his deft tongue, and all the others unzip.
And they do the thing.