A/N: OK, hopefully this makes sense. I know it doesn't give any background info..but it was just an idea that popped into my head. No flames please! Also He Draco. The She in THIS chapter is just a random girl. This will eventually be DG.
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His eyes were cold and his expression was just as icy. His face was turned down, looking at the girl sitting on the steps while he stood above her. His gaze toward her was indifference laced with anger, while inside his heart was breaking. He had used her like all the others. Someone to fill the gap until he got tired of her and found another. He knew there would never be happiness in his life; nothing to reawaken his dead heart. She looked up at him, tears rising in her beautiful brown eyes. Yes, she was one of the more attractive ones he'd used.
"Why?" her voice was quiet, not as strong as it had been..before him.
"Why what?" he asked, eyebrow raised. She shook her head and burried her face in her small hands. He could feel her sorrow but he couldn't bring himself to care. Like he told himself everytime after he let them go, she was nothing but an object to fill the void. He was a warrior, and he'd deal with the pain accordingly. After a few minutes of struggling to get control, she lifted her face to him. She gazed into his gray eyes. She could find no traces of the emotions she'd seen in them before. She could find no emotions in those eyes at all. They couldn't belong to the boy-he could hardly be called a boy, no matter that he was 17-that she'd fallen in love with. He had seemed so pure, not innocent..but pure. Now he was cold, heartless. Maybe he was all along and she'd been blinded by love.
"Why do you make me cry?" her voice was stronger now. He leaned closer to her, his face still above her's. He smiled, cruelty showing in his expression. She shuddered. The air seemed to get colder as he moved closer to her. He pressed his lips to her's in a harsh, violent kiss. She was startled by the pain it caused to feel his now cold lips against her own. He snaked his hand in her hair and pulled her closer. When he jerked back, he still had her hair wound tightly in his fingers. He held her close, while her scalp began to hurt.
"Because you have pretty tears."
A/N: NO FLAMES please. And no reviews telling me I need better word choice. I used certain words (maybe more than once) for a reason. That's the way it's supposed to be. Anyway...be sure to review.
