I loved you
It was to dark, she couldn't make out the people around her as she heard them slowly approach her from all sides. She held her wand out, ready to stand her ground no matter what happened.
The sound of a deep, throaty chuckle made chills run down her spine.
"Young ms. Weasley, if I'm not mistaken." Tensing at the supposed greeting she fought the urge to try to do anything but await the next move. "Yes, the hair is an evident sign of a bloodtraitor."
She nearly screamed as two hands clamped down on her shoulders, pulling her backwards into a solid chest. "Just shut up, Weasley." The low, commanding voice in her ear made her almost want to throw up.
"It's a wonder it has taken us this long to get to you." The first voice mused, still approaching and she tried to struggle as she felt one of the hands on her shoulder move down her arm and tried to wrench her wand away from her.
"I'd say she's been lucky." Another more squeaky voice, a female, came from the left.
"Well, her luck has run out now." There were laughter, as she fought to hold onto her wand, but she doubted that they were laughing at that.
Her captors other hand had snaked it's way to lay on her stomach, pushing her closer to him and she took the oppurtunity to elbow him below the ribs. There was a light hiss in her ear as he for a moment lean his head closer to hers in pain.
"Weasley..." It was a whisper of warning, but she couldn't see how this would be any worse. Attempting once more to get away from him, she suddenly felt a hand under her chin, holding her face up to look the person in the eye, but she was met by the sight of a mask.
"Ms. Weasley, I'd hoped you would be better brought up than trying to leave the party early before the fun has begun." She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but the arm around her tightened for a second and she didn't feel the before even breaths against her back.
"She's a half-blood, what would you expect?" The man in front of her tilted her head to the side as if he was studying her.
"Rose is rather pretty... for being what she is." Swallowing she unknowingly took a step back as the man came closer to her, and this time she wasn't imagining the tightening of the arm around her. Probably a precaution so she wouldn't escape so easily.
"I think you'd taste delicious..."
"Gaspard." The warning tone was still there in the voice, but was now laced with a clear threat. "Get away." It was a sort of calm rolling of her captor, and at first Gaspard laughed the throaty laugh before both he and Rose at the same time realised the man holding her close against him was also holding his wand pointed directly at Gaspard.
"Malfoy, what... are you doing?" It all went to fast from then, she realised that she had been spun around, Malfoy's body covering her from their sight and in the next second he had apparated them away.
"What the bloody-!" Her palm hit his face before she roughly pushed him away from her. "You low scum of..." He was back to stand right before her, bringing her in as she tried to turn away. "Let go."
"Weasley, calm down."
"Why?!" It was outrageous, how could he even have the nerve to tell her to calm down. "You are one of them." She hissed at him and noticed him wince, even though he tried to cover it.
"Yes, I am." He was still holding onto her and his present was almost painfully close.
"Why?" It was a weak version of her voice, a tired one. She had been on the run for so long now.
"You are in trouble." For the first time she looked in to his eyes, those grey eyes which seemed as if they could see right through everything. His hand had without her notice come up to rest on her cheek but she abruptly pulled away once more. The pain flickering in his eyes was gone before she looked up at him again.
"Aren't most of us in trouble." Pulling at her she stumbled into him and felt his arms around her, holding her in an iron grip.
"Just stop it, Weasley." She was silent and tense, waiting for him to let go. "Didn't I just save you back there?" It was the arrogant smirk she saw as she swiftly looked up at his face and she fought the blush.
"I don't know why you did that, you idiot." Softly his hand left her wrist and brought her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eye.
"For the same reason I do everything, I told you at Hogwarts..."
"It doesn't matter anymore, you are a Death Eater." There was the pain again.
"That's complicated..." His thumb stroke her cheek in slow circles as he studied her. "I want you, Weasley, you of all people know that I do."
"You might think that, but I don't think you know what you say." She whispered and brought her hand up to his to slowly bring them back down.
"I... don't know how I could be more clear to you." The sadness in his voice made her almost cringe.
"Scorpius, you remember what I told you that time at school, that time?" He nodded but he was beginning to close her off, she could tell. "Tell me what I said."
There was silence, tearing at the two of them, pulling and pushing, agonizing. "You said that you wanted me to go, that we were to young to know what this was."
"I was wrong." It was Rose this time who move towards him, tentatively taking the few steps to reach him.
"I loved you, I still do."
"You have sentenced yourself to death."
"I did that a long time ago." He put his hands behind her neck and in fierce passion crashed his lips down on her as she moved her hands up his chest and pushed herself closer against him, as she somewhere in the back of her mind registered the sound of people closing in around them.
A/N: So I'm not really sure what I think about this one, it's a little too dark for my normal writing... opinions are appreciated :-)
