Preface
Crouched into the deepest corner of the Slytherin dungeons we hold hands willing the war outside to come to a close. His grey eyes stare into mine as we try to hold on to what little time we have left. They're so many ways we could die, but we don't dwell on that right now. Suddenly he takes a piece of my dark hair into his hands gingerly running his fingertips over the strands before letting it fall.
"But you belong in my world, you belong here with me."
Draco's voice is edging toward hysteria; he's pleading me to stay again. I look away gently pulling my fingers from his grasp. I can't bear to watch hurt cloud those precious eyes. I can't hear the voice; I've come to find always dripping with overconfidence, and swagger sound so frail, so weak. I wish I'd never come, I wish I'd never let myself fall carelessly, dangerously in love with Draco Malfoy