"What?"
"I must be dreaming."
Draco sat up, eyes scrunched in curiosity. "What? What is it?" He looked around, wondering what could be inside to even remotely help them.
"Isabella, for Merlin's sake what is going on?"
The light from the sun caught the silver nestled in the snow and in disbelief of what was going on, bent down to pick up the beacon of hope shining below.
"Toretto, I swear if you tell me what that ruddy thing is-"
"By some miracle, fate actually dealt us a good hand!" She held up the box to him and opened it, "This is our ticket!" Isabella's eyes brightened, holding the sliver of luck.
"A box filled with 'cards'?" He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced.
"They're more than just cards!" She explained, frowning.
"Then what are they? Magic cards?"
"Sort of. They're credit cards. Cards that could be exchanged for goods or money."
Draco looked at for a second before smiling. He looked up at Izzy and laughed. "You mean we can actually have a... a real life together?"
She nodded her head eagerly. "Yes!" Hugging Draco with such intensity that she thought for sure, she was suffocating him.
Draco hugged her back, patting her on the back in hopes that she would stop squeezing him so hard. He was happy too, that was for sure, but he didn't think she realized the strength she had. "Whenever you decide to stop trying to kill me, we should try and find a place to go. A place with a bed." He breathed
"Sorry." Isabella immediately let him go and backed away, sheepishly.
"Or had a decent meal." He leaned forward, giving her a chaste kiss. "I saw a town south of here when we were landing. What do you say? Want to go see our new home?"
"Honestly, a bed sounds much better than a meal." Isabella admitted, as if by some strange coincidence, her stomach growled.
It always had the best timing in the world.
"Let's go!"
Draco held his hand out for her to take, and when she grabbed it, he led the way towards the town he had seen as they passed over it. They walked for about fifteen minutes, and when they finally reached it, still standing on the outskirts of the small town with a very homey, personal feel to it, they stopped, just staring at it. It looked like a peaceful enough town. The kind you see in old films, where not much has changed over the smiled when he saw a cozy looking motel sitting on the corner of one of the streets. "Look, there." He pointed at it. "I hope they have room service."
"I forgot. You are spoiled." She smiled, looking to where Draco was pointing to and walking towards it. "If anything I can cook you know. I might not be the most lady-like girl in the world, but I do know my way around a kitchen."
"It's just a motel, Izzy." He laughed slightly. "I don't think they'll have a kitchen in there for us." He said as he followed after her, checking his hip into hers lightly. He couldn't help how playful he had become among their arrival. For the first time in months, everything felt right, safe. The two of them could finally laugh and just be whoever they wanted to be without a worry in the world.
"I didn't say they had a kitchen." Isabella looked up at him, "I meant that if the need arises; I do have the ability to. So you won't starve."
"You know... I don't think we ever actually had this." He scrunched his eyebrows in thought.
"Had what?"
"Privacy." He admitted, "Not with this type of freedom, anyway. Deep down, there was always that worry of who would see us and it getting back to either of our fathers." He paused, thinking. "I'm starting to like Canada."
"Canada's being very good to us." She added in quickly. They reached the door to the motel, "You can let go of me now Malfoy. I kind of need my arms to get the money out of my pockets; Unless you want to reach in and grab them for me." Adding a laugh into the mix.
"Don't tempt me." He smirked, pulling away from her and walking up to the counter, greeting the small woman at the desk.
"Hello." He said, smiling at her kindly. "One room for two please."
The blond haired middle aged woman sat for a moment, trying to put two and two together. She seemed to have a problem comprehending what was going on.
"Let me try." Isabella told Draco, before turning back to the woman and speaking in French.
It was then that the woman, smiled back and the two were now engaged in conversation. They shared a laugh and Isabella then gave her another thin piece of plastic and then signed her name in a book. She gave the woman a nod and took a silver key from her, thanking her before walking off towards the room where she and Draco would spend the night.
"I could have done that." Draco said, his pride scorn by Izzy taking over for him at the counter. "I know French. The basics anyway." He watched as Izzy stuck the key in the door and they walked into their new home for that night.
"I was only trying to help. She did tell me of a few stores we could check out for clothes, food: the essentials."
She took off her shoes and setting them down on the ground. Her jumper, that was a bit damp from being covered in snow, was also removed and set down next to the radiator to dry.
Just like she did at the estate, the first thing Isabella did was plop down on the bed. "Since when do you know French?"
"The estate in France, remember? You don't attend every shopping trip with your mother in Paris and not pick up some French along the way." He made sure to lock the door before walking over to the bed as well, lying down next to her. He laid on his side, facing her, closing his eyes and just relaxing in what he couldn't even believe was finally a bed.
"Now this is what I missed."
"A bed? You're telling me."
"No. I mean just laying here, next to you." He opened his eyes and smiled at her, moving closer to her and wrapping her in his arms, letting her rest her head on his chest. "Miles and miles away from any danger."
"I missed it too." Isabella sighed, wrapping one arm around Draco and the other holding onto his shirt as her head laid on his chest, looking towards the end of the bed. "You think it will last? This bit of freedom?"
"I don't know." Draco answered honestly. "Maybe. If we're really careful. We'll have to give up magic. I know that's not hard now, but even after we turn 17. I don't think they can keep the trace on us, but you never know. We are wanted criminals now."
A whole year without magic?
"Hold on a minute? Won't the ministry be unable to track us now that we aren't in the UK or anywhere in Europe? We are overseas now. And we aren't wanted criminals. We did nothing wrong. I still don't understand why they think we killed someone."
"I know." He sighed, "I know."
"Dexter's sure to disown me now." Isabella chuckled, playing with Draco's fingers, staring at them lovingly. "Maybe we should change our appearances a bit. Hair color and things like that. Or something that makes us look different." Isabella lifted her head from his chest and looked up at Draco, studying him with curious eyes. "Hmm, wonder how you'd look with Black hair?"
Draco's eyes got big. "Don't you even think about it, Isabella." He said strictly. "I'm not changing my hair color."
"Aww, come on! I'd think it would look good."
"No! Besides... are you sure we should be using magic. I mean, I get what you're saying about us being overseas and all, but... should we really risk it?"
"You're such a joy-kill. I don't think it would look bad." She smiled, and shook her head. "Keeping the 'famous Malfoy blond' alive are we?"
"Yes, I'm keeping the blonde hair alive. If there's one thing I want to keep about my old self in this new life we're creating, it's my hair. So at least when I look in the mirror I still see me. And since you're so keen on the idea, let's change your hair color." Draco looked up at her black hair. "See how much you like it."
Isabella immediately covered her head under the covers, "No. I'm not dying my hair color! How obvious would it seem to see a red or blond wolf running around town? And besides it's not like it's permanent. It'll grow out...eventually."
Draco looked at her stubbornly. "There are albino wolves. Besides, I'm not changing mine if you're not going to change yours." He knew it was childish, but he knew he also had her with that comment. She wouldn't change hers, and he was determined not to change his. He meant what he said. Hundreds of miles from home, he wanted to hold onto any memory he had. And in truth, his hair reminded him of his family and in turn... his mother.
Still under the sheets, they waved gently as she couldn't stifle a laugh that escaped her, "Uh huh. Am I going to have Pink eyes too, along with the coat?"
"No." Draco answered honestly, reaching his hand out and putting it on her cheek, caressing it. He stared into her hazel eyes with a smile on his face. "No, I love your eyes too much to change them."
"Aw, you're so full of it." Isabella commented, smiling at him with her eyes. Those same Icy grays that mesmerized her and caused her to go weak at the knees. Those same eyes that caught her attention and blanked her head of any thoughts when they met her gaze.
Draco suddenly grabbed her, pulling her up towards him and rolling on top of her, crashing his lips down onto hers before he even really knew what he was doing. They hadn't been able to do this in forever. And not only kiss, but just lay down and talk. Be themselves with one another. He ran his hands up from her hips to the side of her face, his fingertips running through her hair like snakes in tall, desert grass.
Isabella, still keeping the kiss intact, pushed against Draco, and without even thinking, started to remove some of his clothing: Starting with his cloak and then his shirt. She hoped he wouldn't reject her actions, or stop what she was doing.
Draco was a boy, a sixteen year old boy. He had his needs, and while he knew that they were on the run, that didn't mean they disappeared. He had in no way expected anything more than a snog session to come out of kissing her, but the second he felt her removing his cloak and shirt, he sought another chance to relish in all she had to offer. Slowly, he ran his hands down to the hem of her jeans, unbuttoning her pants and moving his hands up inside her shirt, cupping her breast as he deepened their kiss even more, moaning into it.
Isabella arched into him while Draco had his hands on her, unable to quake the shivers that ran through her entire body at the feeling of his touch. Her hand now on the back of his neck, gently caressing the pale and expectantly suave hair on his head. Rare for a guy.
She left his lips briefly and stared at him with a very playful and mischievous stare; now kissing his neck, before giving him a bite. One a bit harder than she had meant to, and kicked herself mentally for it.
Draco felt the pressure of her teeth on his skin and moaned lightly with release. He pulled her head up towards him, giving her a small smile and placing a light kiss on her lips, his eyes traveling down to her wrinkled up shirt now wrapped around the bottom of her breast.
She smiled at him, reaching up, and pulling their bodies close together, pale skin in contact with one another. She whispered in his ear, "Draco Lucius Malfoy, I love you so much." and began to kiss him yet again.
Draco moaned, pressing his groin into her as he started to trail kisses down her neck, grabbing the bottom of her shirt and lifting it over her head. "I love you more Isabella Aria Toretto." He looked up into her eyes, then kissed her hard, grabbing her hands and holding them above her head.
Isabella's entire body trembled, not in fear but in a sort of suspended animation. As if she felt her body was floating, but she, herself was still grounded. The tips of her toes gently burying themselves into the sheet. She moaned quietly, grasping Draco's hands with as much pressure as she could muster.
Draco didn't seemed to want to let up. Maybe he was more into his animagus form than he thought he was. An exchanging of souls bound by their intertwined lips, locked, and tongues in combat.
Draco released the kiss, breathing heavily against her before bringing his hands down to her the hem of her pants, gently pulling them off, then doing the same for himself. He laid back on top of her, staring into her hazel eyes that he loved so much and kissed her, gently this time, yet still putting all his emotion that he felt into it. "Are you sure you want this?"
Isabella nodded her head letting it sink back into the pillow. Resting for a minute. Her chest rising and sinking at a rapid pace, catching her breath as well. "Almost as much as you want to." She breathed, "Don't think I could beat your level of enthusiasm." With a joking and snide comment.
"Hungry are we?" She added.
"Starving." He said with a smile, kissing her lips hard before letting out a groan as the two of them became one with each other. He could feel his inside's shaking with the satisfaction of needing to be closer to her finally gone.
Her night of passion with Draco was one unlike any other; perhaps better than the first. The way he held her, touched her; made her feel unique and extraordinary, and in some ways opened up sensations that she didn't even knew existed. Perhaps it was because she already had a taste of what he had to offer and hungered for more.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open; her body aching and sore. Both obviously exhausted, and covered with a light sheet after a few other conquests that went on into the night.
Draco fast asleep and holding her in his arms. She smiled at him and nudged herself closer to his body, falling asleep again. Head nested in the crook where his chest and arm melded, and arms tucked in. The blanket draped over them, covering Isabella from the chest up, while Draco's chest was exposed, his right foot sticking out of the sheets as he snored ever so slightly.
Draco felt a small jolt surge through his body in his sleep. He inhaled deeply, still fast asleep, his father now standing before him.
Draco stared back at him in the dark and empty room, a hazy fog surrounding them as his father's voice was amplified and echoing.
"Draco." His father's black and slender walking stick, hitting the stone floor with a clunk and glaring at him with dead eyes from the other end of the room, standing tall and with disapproval, glaring at the boy, fist tightly clenched around the head of the snake's skull slithered along the hilt.
He surprised himself by not feeling the sudden sensation to tackle his father to the ground and mercilessly strangle the very thread of life out of his father for attempting to killing Isabella; instead he stood there, fully clothed, staring at his father, an obedient soldier, awaiting his general's orders.
"You have to kill her, my son." His father said, nodding his head slowly. "She is a mudblood whore! Sucking the very essence of life you need to have, right out of you."
Draco just continued to stare at Lucius, his hands balling up into fist, chilled anger coursing through his veins. But the actions weren't directed towards his father, but at the very thing he had devoted his life to protect from harm. Because suddenly, Draco knew his father was right. She had to be disposed of.
"Do it, Draco!"
She had to die.