Prologue-
The sleet was hailing down, turning the sky a darkened grey with every step he took. The black mud sploshed against his bare feet, as he fought his way through the peat. Every step drained his will to keep going, the will to re-capture her and cage her like a beautiful butterfly but yet he harried on. Fighting the urge to just stand still and wait for the quicksand of oozing mud to suck him under.
He needed her--oh lord, he needed her. To en-cage her beauty and essence within him, to fill that gaping void in his chest that was inhumane.
With her, he was gentle. Always gentle. She was the only person in the world who made him feel that way, and he'd be damned if he never felt it again.
The cottage was miles behind him, the door still agape with light. A part of him craved the warmth, the laughter, the hope but yet he knew he couldn't return until he found her. Everything in there, reminded him of her. Before Hermione, the house was bleak and cold but after.....he had never looked so forward to enter that doorway and to smell the delicious aromas of cooking or see her brilliant face beaming at him with joy.
With her he was a different man, and now, without her he could feel the old bitter Draco returning. The one that wanted to turn and tear the world apart until he found her. Soulful eyes gazing up at him in fear.
This wasn't the first time she had tried to escape.
But it was the first time she had been marginally successful in her attempt.
He was furious. With himself. With her. With ever falling in love with her in the first place.
But if Draco Malfoy was one thing--it was persistent. He would find her, there was no question about it--- and then it was only the matter of making her pay.
A/N: a sinister beginning for a very loooong story, lol.
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