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555. (title) Midnight Angels
She shone in the darkness, a small bit of light. Draco held her hand as he walked. She smiled at him, promised it would alright. He'd been through so much, he was glad she was here.
He couldn't help thinking about the night he'd met her. She's been standing, barefoot, on the edge of the astronomy tower. Her robes blowing against her pale skin. Pale, she'd always been pale.
"Are you alright?" he'd asked. She turned, smiled.
"We're all dying, you know, some faster than others. I'm on the fast track, you see," she whispered.
"For dying? Why?"
"I'm cursed, my great, great, great, auntie made someone so mad she cursed our blood. It feels good up here, in the wind. The night sky is so huge, where do you think we go, when we go?" she asked. Draco blinked wondering about this girl.
"I...I never thought about it, I guess, I should at some point, but...I never have."
"You're marked for death too, aren't you?" she asked sliding down until she was sitting on the ledge facing him.
"How, how do you know that?" Draco asked paling. Yes, he had bragged to his friends about the mark, it made him feel important, but this girl was right. She was right, he wouldn't last the year if he couldn't...take a life.
"I know many things, Draco, my family isn't darkness or light, I walk between, in the twilights, catching little flecks of fire as I go. Do you want to die, Draco?"
"No. Do you?"
"Me? Why would I want to die?"
"You're the one who brought it up. Besides, you're the one up here, in the dark, talking about death." She looked up at him, and gave him a small smile. She laughed. Draco thought the sound was the most beautiful thing in the universe.
"I just don't fear it. Most people want to pretend it doesn't exist, or that they're immune somehow. Dark times are coming Draco. The darkness and light will fight, one will win. Which side do you want to be on? Are you truly the mark on your arm, or something more?" she asked. Draco blinked. No one talked him like this, no one asked him what he thought about any of this.
"No. I am not the mark. I...What is your name?"
"Are you sure you want to know, are you sure you want to know who I am? You see me in passing, never really noticing, but if you know my name, you'll want to know me, outside of this one night. Is that really something you want?" she asked. Draco could feel his heart pounding in his chest. This girl was like none other he'd ever encountered, and even though he'd just met her, he felt something he's never felt, a love so strong he wanted to save her from her curse, save her from this war, he'd do anything for her.
"Yes. I want to know your name," he stated with confidence. She stood, she was slightly shorter than Draco, he wanted to pull him to her, hold her tightly in his arms.
"Very well, then, just remember, once I tell you, there's no go back to pretending you don't know, pretending I don't exist. Names are powerful, Draco. Do you want me to be yours? To be part of your life?"
"Yes." The word hung between them, a golden spark in the darkness. She leaned against him, her heart beating against his chest.
"Astoria Greengrass," she whispered her lips brushing against his earlobe. A warmth spread through Draco. Astoria. His angel was named Astoria.
"Thank you," he whispered pulling her to him, holding her tightly. His lips found hers and for a second, there was no darkness, only light flooding through both their worlds.