Funeral Love
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter story so give me a break.
Disclaim: I don't own the Harry Potter characters.
A look around would tell you instantly that no one was happy. Hiding in the trees, he looked around with someone watching over him. He knew he had to leave but he wanted to be here. He felt like he needed to be. Then he saw her. Standing behind a second year, a short, spiky, haired, hazel-eyed female looked at the coffin up front. She was about his age and he liked her but he knew one thing about her. She was a Muggle, a non-magical person. The thing was that she was here for her Muggle born sister who had some wizarding in her. But he just couldn't help but fall in love with her at first sight. She was beautiful and, how her sister brags, the smartest in her Muggle school.
"We have to go," the man who was watching over him said.
"I know," he snapped. "Just give me a few more minutes."
"Five," the man said and the boy slipped through the trees.
He knew that he couldn't walk in the open and he stayed hidden in the trees. He walked all the way to the other side, where the was standing now against the trees, and he tapped her on the shoulder, making sure that his face was hidden in the shadows.
"What do you want?" she snapped.
"I want to know your name," he said and she spun around.
"Angel. Why?"
"Angel. I will come for you Angel. When it is safe for me to be out again. Wait for me please."
"Wait, why?"
"Because you are beautiful."
"What's your name? So I know when you come for me."
"Draco."
With that, he slipped back to the man he was being watched over by and the two disappeared, the teen looking yearningly into the trees. Never had she been told to wait. Never like that.