Umm… this is another story that is more dark and serious (and better written) than Jaded Eyes (which was a result of just wanting to write something). To the readers of Jaded Eyes, I have not given up as the fourth chapter is in the works. I should be out by the first of Feb. Please review! ~Trinity 101

Going Under

Prologue

Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less. ~ Rabbi Julius Gordon

5th year

The lake was still, quiet and cold. Her shoes crunched on the ice along the edges as her gloved hands reached down to scoop up snow. It shone silver in the moon reminding her of his eyes. She smiled, letting it slowly spread across her lips, making her chocolate eyes sparkle.

She gasped as strong arms slithered across her waist. Hands clad in dragon hide gloves stayed gently on her stomach. His face became buried in her soft locks. Heat spread as his body molded with hers, her back contouring to his strong and lithe torso. She leaned into him contented for they shared few moments like this.

"I missed you, kitty," he whispered into her ear, warm breath tingling her skin. She snuggled into him as he squeezed her tighter to him.

"I missed you, too, ferret," she said, eyes darting to the side to try and still a glance at him. Her smile broadened as a small playful growl escaped his throat as he turned her to face him.

His grey eyes sparkled within his shadowed face. He leaned down, kissing her gently at first then becoming more passionate. He ran his hands up and down her sides, making her shiver. His kisses deepened as she brought her hands up into his hair, pulling gently on the light tresses.

They broke apart and she buried her face in his robes. She breathed in the smell of him and tears flooded her eyes as his arms wrapped around her once more. She let the tears fall, trying not to make a sound, but he heard her anyway. He slowly pulled her face away and wiped away her tears, then leaning down to kiss each of her eyelids.

"Why must we do what is expected of us, Draco?" She looked up into his beautiful eyes. "Why can't we deny the world?"

"Because it would cost us our lives, Mione and I want to be here for you."

"Draco…" She whispered slowly pulling away from him. She sighed, letting a shaky breath escape her. Tears welled into her eyes as her arms came around her because she suddenly felt very cold. "I hate your father for wanting you to be him. I hate Umbridge for being horrible. I hate the self you have to show because the Slytherins would hate you. They'd drive you away because I am a filthy mudblood."

"Don't say that, Mione…"

"Why...?" She turned around, her eyes blazing with an inner fire. "Why can't we just leave?!" A broken sob left her mouth before her voice became a whisper that he could barely hear. "Everyone thinks we hate each other… I don't think that I can play this game any longer…"

And they stood opposite of the other, the wind was the only sound.