A Draco/OC one shot.
It may be hard to understand, since it starts so fast. But it put before Draco is going to kill dumbledore in the half blood prince.
Don't complain about grammar, I'm norwegian so I don't care.
Let's begin:
"Malfoy, Malfoy, you don't need to." the girl shouted after him.
"I have to. For the first time in my life I was chosen to do something." Draco yelled to her.
"Chosen to kill someone?" she yelled after him, and Draco turned to her, the light wind blowing her ravenblack long hair, her angelic hair.
"I have to." he said, almost whispering.
"Malfoy, Draco, please don't do that." she begged.
"I have to." he repited, feeling all the pressure and hatred for his mission become those salty tears he hated.
"No, you don't need to." she said, her voice so angelic and wonderful. So peaceful and calming.
"Why do you even care. Why would a gryffindor care what a slytherin did." Draco almost spat, hating how her beautiful soul cursed him with feelings he never had felt before.
"Because I do care. I do care about you. Since the first time I saw into your silver eyes." she said, her green eyes sparkling in the light from the candle she held.
"No, no one care. Not even you." Draco said, locking eyes with the beautiful creature this gryffindor was.
"From the first time I saw you, I knew that your cold heart had a beat of goodness and kindness deep inside. From the first time I saw you, I knew that your eyes would drawn me to you. From the minute I saw you, I knew I loved you." she said, moving slowly against him. Draco felt his feet walk against her. He felt his cold shivering hand touch her scarfree cheek, his fingers earning warmth from her.
"I love you too, my angel." he said.
"From the moment I saw you, I knew that you was the only one my cold heart would fall for. I knew that minute that, that you is my savior." Draco said, and their lips got drawn to each other. She lost her candle, and their fingers twirled into one and the small fire from the candle grew and grew. Sparkling, burning, shining flames surrended them. Both of them, lost in undescribely passion.
"I have to." he muttered between their passion.
"Please." she begged between his caring kisses. Their tears mixed in such passion the thick walls never had witnessed. The warmt from those beautiful burning flames brought only more passion into the room. The dark room only lighted up by the little flame from her candle witch now decorated the walls, the ground, just like a warm blanket, choking. Their lips broke apart, and he tighten his grip on her little hand.
"Run." he whispered in love to her, and they ran, ran as fast as they could. Running from those beautiful, yet killing flames and from all the dark surrending them. They ran until their feet couldn't hold them anymore, far far away from the pain and into a new world of freedom and love.
The end.....
please review.
I know some may not understand a SHIT of it, and I guess you need to be pretty much insane to understand it.
