"I love you," He whispered under his breathe as the love of his life walks down the isle to the man he was paid to assassinate.
There eyes meet me for a fraction of a second. If you blinked you would have missed it. They were good at this. It had been there song and dance a long time now. A flutter of a touch, a nanosecond of a look, a breathy confession of love or passing of information.
However, if you were to walk down the corridor on the second floor, go past the third passage way on the left and swing a right. That would not the picture they would be painting. Two clicks after midnight. Not a moment sooner or a moment later or something was awry and the whole meeting was off.
You could feel the electricity before your other senses could even realize what was happening. His mouth would be on her neck and her hands would be buried in his hair. 3 minutes. If the minutes clicked any longer they had the chance to raise suspicion.
This wasn't how this was suppose to happen. This was not how this was suppose to go. Draco was not suppose to love her nor she him. Ginny was suppose to be a good bought wife and love her husband. If that was the case then there would be no story to tell.
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