A/N: Mica is pronounced Meet-zah
"What's this about Draco? You know my father would be mad if he saw us together." The tall, elegant girl with dead straight black hair and fiery red eyes asked the young blonde aristocrat.
Draco's stormy grey eyes met her cold, unforgiving red ones. The 17 year old never regretted his decision to stand against the Dark Lord and his own parents two years ago but he did miss his childhood friend regularly, even if she was the devil's spawn. "Have you ever let your guard down and realised you can feel?" He said nervously, his stormy eyes crashed to the floor, unable to look at her any more.
The young girl raised an eyebrow at the strange question. With who she was she could never afford to let her guard down for even a second, let alone for long enough to feel something. "Where is this going?" She questioned as her eyes surveyed the surrounding area, looking for any sign of her father or the other Death Eaters.
His eyes met hers again as he took a shaky breath, his fingers playing with the end of the dark blue shirt he was wearing. "Mica, for years now I have had these feelings for you and when I changed sides I forced myself to hide them away, I knew it would be impossible for us to ever happen. But... I can't deny them any longer." Draco looked around the room before meeting her eyes again, his palms grew sweaty with nervousness as he said, "Mica, I love you."
To say Mica was surprised was an understatement; though she didn't outwardly show it, inside she was screaming- Draco loved her?! She had admitted to herself just over three years ago that she did have strong feelings for the pale boy but they were just that... feelings. And feelings, as her father said, were a weakness. They get in the way of what needs to be done, they cause you to hesitate. As such they had to be erased.
That's what had got her through the years, locking her feelings away. Pretending she didn't have any. Finally, she decided she had to say something to him. "You know nothing can ever happen between us, Draco. My father would never allow it; as it is he would punish me for even speaking with you now if our meeting got out."
"But if Harry defeats him-"
"That won't happen." Mica told him. She refused to believe a boy the same age as her would ever be able to defeat her father. "Besides, even if it did I would be either incarcerated in Azkaban, given The Kiss, or put through the veil because of who I am. There is no way we could ever be together." She said before moving to the door.
Her hand hesitated on it before she turned back to him. "It's not that I don't like you, Draco. I really do love you but I am not prepared to die for it." With that final statement Mica opened the door and left leaving the young Malfoy standing alone in the room, his heart torn.
"But I am."