He knew something was bothering her, the instinct running in his bones like an electric current. There were dark bags under her eyes, visible even from the distance and she was unnaturally pale. He felt his stomach twist into knots as he realized that she was struggling, fighting her demons alone and he hadn't been there. But he's here now, and he isn't leaving.

She's rich. She's bad. Her fists hit hard, and so do her words. Just when she was sure that her heart couldn't break further, he showed her that it could. But now, when she's forced to share a room with him a year later and dark secrets uncover themselves, she realises that maybe she isn't the only one who faces the darkness every night.

His eyes bugged out of his head as he took in her dress, the way it clung to her. "You - You're going where?" He asked, his voice a lot hoarser than he thought it would be. "The club." She said innocently. "It's a birthday party." When Draco refuses to act upon his feeling for Hermione, she has to take drastic measures. Measures including a sexy red dress and bare legs.

"I used to think I was used to people leaving me." He laughed bitterly, making Clary's heart pang painfully. "But yesterday, when I – when I couldn't find you, I realized I was wrong." He looked up, his eyes blazing as he laced his fingers with hers. "There's no way, absolutely no way in hell I'm letting go of you this time, Clary. You're mine, and will stay so. No matter what."

"Ever since the day I met you, you've turned everything upside down. You're wrong for me, Clary, don't you see?" He whispered, his hands clenching into fists. "After all these years, you - you make me want to live. You almost make me believe that I deserve you, when I know that I don't." The only thing Jace had ever known was darkness. Till he met her. Clary. HIS Clary.