His body lay lifeless before me. My eyes burned as tears tried to break
free of their hellish prison. It was then that I felt the pain of non-
existent fear. The way he dreampt, spoke, or felt was whirling inside of
my mind as his blood dripped down my chest.
I had never seen anyone do anything this extreme for me in my life. Not even Potter. The ironic twist was that it was Draco. I know the sentence makes you reel back in fear for your life, but it was Draco-it WAS.
So I finally opened my eyes, afraid of what I might see. Horror struck me silently as I looked up to his beautiful face. More blood presumed to hit me, and the cold perfume that swelled the air seemed to fit his wonderful description.
How did this happen? It all started when I was walking towards Diagon Alley. I had only come here early in the morning dew because I was trying to beat the noisy crowd that always landed after seven. I heard loud footsteps behind me, but ignored them quickly, desperately telling myself that it was my imagination.
But as I walked about the quiet "alley" (I KNOW, Diagon Alley? Quiet?), the footsteps crept closer.
I found myself running at a brisk pace down a cornered street, unaware that the enemy followed quickly behind me.
I scratched against the wall blocking me from my freedom, but the world caved quietly in on me.
I turned, watching the grim stranger move in closer. He suddenly reached towards me. I tried to dodge his grip, but his sweaty hands grabbed my wrist, and flung me against the wall.
He pushed his hands forward, holding me down with one leg. He started placing sloppy kisses on my face and neck.
I squirmed against him quickly, and lodged my left elbow directly into his side.
With a cry, his grip loosened, and I tried to escape once more, but he was too swift.
While one hand reached out to grab me, the other held a small dagger. Although I cannot explain it, a terror swept over my entire body. Within those few seconds, I knew that if it hadn't been for that one moment when he tried to jab the knife directly into my body, that perfect moment, the grim stranger would have taken my life.
But another flung himself between us. The new stranger clenched my top, and threw my body backwards, forcing me to take complete impact with the jagged ground.
I remember the faint sounds of cursing and screaming. Only one of those voices sounded familiar as he struggled with the dagger. Suddenly, you could hear the small dagger hit the ground.
Wands became the next weapons, and horrifying sounds surrounded themselves inside of my brain.
I couldn't lift my head up to see the fight since I was in so much pain, but I now know what it feels like to have blood spread across you, staining not only your robe, but your very memories.
And that was when there were two final blows. One blow was to the enemy, and the next to the stranger that was protecting me.
Finally, I heard quick footsteps disappearing away from the alley. It was silent for many seconds, and I wondered if one had died. The next few steps were slow, until they finally fell, and the figure's body seemed flimsy against the ladder in front of my eyes.
And that's when I knew who he was. It wasn't Ron, Harry, Collin, or anyone that I had half expected. It was Draco.
His mouth was wide open, and his eyes seemed to gleam for the few seconds that they met mine. A wound the size of my own palm edged the corner on the right of his chest.
Though he stirred furiously to get up, the pain overtook him, and he finally lay unconscious.
Slowly, I felt drops of blood land on my breast. Tears stung my eyes as they arose, and I found myself unable to move as well.
As I looked back upon the thousands of insults flinging softly in the background of my mind, I realized that maybe Draco never meant them.
With the pain flowing through my body, I slowly lifted my body close to his. Reaching out, I tore a piece of my tattered robe, and tied it around his wound tightly to try to stop the blood flow. I then felt his breath upon my neck.
As I looked upon his beautifully mastered face, I placed one soft kiss on his cheek.
Finally, my body gave way, and I fell roughly against the cold, stoned street. As I looked at his face one more time, everything around me slowly darkened.
As my senses swirled, my faint heart broke into a thousand pieces. I had finally found love.
TO BE CONTINUED in the next chapter
**HEY! Did you like the beginning? Tell me what you think! If I get a lot of responses asking for more, the wish will be granted. Don't you just love cliffhanger beginnings? **
Love, **Flourish**
I had never seen anyone do anything this extreme for me in my life. Not even Potter. The ironic twist was that it was Draco. I know the sentence makes you reel back in fear for your life, but it was Draco-it WAS.
So I finally opened my eyes, afraid of what I might see. Horror struck me silently as I looked up to his beautiful face. More blood presumed to hit me, and the cold perfume that swelled the air seemed to fit his wonderful description.
How did this happen? It all started when I was walking towards Diagon Alley. I had only come here early in the morning dew because I was trying to beat the noisy crowd that always landed after seven. I heard loud footsteps behind me, but ignored them quickly, desperately telling myself that it was my imagination.
But as I walked about the quiet "alley" (I KNOW, Diagon Alley? Quiet?), the footsteps crept closer.
I found myself running at a brisk pace down a cornered street, unaware that the enemy followed quickly behind me.
I scratched against the wall blocking me from my freedom, but the world caved quietly in on me.
I turned, watching the grim stranger move in closer. He suddenly reached towards me. I tried to dodge his grip, but his sweaty hands grabbed my wrist, and flung me against the wall.
He pushed his hands forward, holding me down with one leg. He started placing sloppy kisses on my face and neck.
I squirmed against him quickly, and lodged my left elbow directly into his side.
With a cry, his grip loosened, and I tried to escape once more, but he was too swift.
While one hand reached out to grab me, the other held a small dagger. Although I cannot explain it, a terror swept over my entire body. Within those few seconds, I knew that if it hadn't been for that one moment when he tried to jab the knife directly into my body, that perfect moment, the grim stranger would have taken my life.
But another flung himself between us. The new stranger clenched my top, and threw my body backwards, forcing me to take complete impact with the jagged ground.
I remember the faint sounds of cursing and screaming. Only one of those voices sounded familiar as he struggled with the dagger. Suddenly, you could hear the small dagger hit the ground.
Wands became the next weapons, and horrifying sounds surrounded themselves inside of my brain.
I couldn't lift my head up to see the fight since I was in so much pain, but I now know what it feels like to have blood spread across you, staining not only your robe, but your very memories.
And that was when there were two final blows. One blow was to the enemy, and the next to the stranger that was protecting me.
Finally, I heard quick footsteps disappearing away from the alley. It was silent for many seconds, and I wondered if one had died. The next few steps were slow, until they finally fell, and the figure's body seemed flimsy against the ladder in front of my eyes.
And that's when I knew who he was. It wasn't Ron, Harry, Collin, or anyone that I had half expected. It was Draco.
His mouth was wide open, and his eyes seemed to gleam for the few seconds that they met mine. A wound the size of my own palm edged the corner on the right of his chest.
Though he stirred furiously to get up, the pain overtook him, and he finally lay unconscious.
Slowly, I felt drops of blood land on my breast. Tears stung my eyes as they arose, and I found myself unable to move as well.
As I looked back upon the thousands of insults flinging softly in the background of my mind, I realized that maybe Draco never meant them.
With the pain flowing through my body, I slowly lifted my body close to his. Reaching out, I tore a piece of my tattered robe, and tied it around his wound tightly to try to stop the blood flow. I then felt his breath upon my neck.
As I looked upon his beautifully mastered face, I placed one soft kiss on his cheek.
Finally, my body gave way, and I fell roughly against the cold, stoned street. As I looked at his face one more time, everything around me slowly darkened.
As my senses swirled, my faint heart broke into a thousand pieces. I had finally found love.
TO BE CONTINUED in the next chapter
**HEY! Did you like the beginning? Tell me what you think! If I get a lot of responses asking for more, the wish will be granted. Don't you just love cliffhanger beginnings? **
Love, **Flourish**
