It's me again (duh), I hope you are all enjoying my story so far, though I'm going through a mild state of writers block. I would really appreciate it if you'd all review and tell me what you think maybe should happen, that'd help a lot, coz then I'd be killing two bird with one stone by having an idea of what to write and making it what everyone wants to read. But this is still my story so if you give me an idea I'll try and incorporate it, but it may not be exactly what you expect. Oh and has anyone noticed that the 1st letter of every chapter is going in descending alphabetical order from T? Does that make sense? Oh and thanks to my Beta Reader joshrox116.

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Chapter 4

Draco was sitting in the common room half sitting half lying on the couch in the over elaborately decorated Slytherin common room. It was very late at night and the large room was pretty much empty apart from the a few students wandering through the entrance and going straight to bed, most had probably lost track of time whilst studying. Thoughts of how much he'd changed since the night he'd met Desiree were floating, or rather whizzing around his head. His heart used to be so cold, he never cared for anyone other than himself, but the moment he saw Desiree running through his rose garden he felt that cold exterior shatter.

These feelings confused Draco, all his life he had been taught that no one else mattered, that he was the only one that he should take care of, but that had all changed. Desiree meant the world to him now, arranged marriage or not.

Desiree, who was asleep in his arms stirred slightly and snuggled closer to him. Draco quivered slighlty as she slid her hands up his arms and around his neck before sleeping as soundly as before. Draco smiled down at his angel, she seemed so innocent and vulnerable but he knew he'd always be there to protect her from whatever lay waiting in the future. Life in dark magic was a brutal one, and most of the wizarding world steered away from the dark for fear of what would happen to them. The more Draco thought about it the more he realised there was no good or bad. Light or dark. It was just actions and beliefs.

Draco wasn't a bad person, neither was his father really. They had just been brought up differently to most other people. When other children were learning to be polite and cheerful Draco was being taught that those people where insignificant and that he was of a higher standard than them. Draco figured this is why he was so arrogant towards others, and why he had so few friends. He had never really thought much about his upbringing until he met Desiree, her warm green eyes melted him and her loving and bubbly nature, that was so foreign to him, made him think about how different he was. Draco had only ever expressed these feelings and thought to Desiree. She always seemed to understand him so well. Draco couldn't imagine life without her, she was his angel. Draco chuckled to himself, if someone had've told him he'd feel these things a year ago he would've laughed in their face.

Desiree opened her eyes and looked up at Draco who hadn't noticed she was awake yet. She sat up straight and stretched her arms out yawning. Her movement shook Draco out of his trance.

"I think I should go to bed, and you should too," She said as she stood up and stretched again.

"Nah, I might stay up for a little longer, you can go to bed." He replied.

"Ok, goodnight" Desiree slowly leant over and kissed Draco's forehead then wandered over to the staircase that lead to the Slytherin girl's dorms. Just as she was about to make her way up the stairs she turned around blew Draco a kiss then ascended the stairs.