Chapter Fifteen

Draco

I run farther than I know capable. Faster than I ever have. It's almost like this drive, this guilt that pushes me away from home. The high is incredible almost as incredible as when i let my fire loose. When I let everything go. I remember Sierra's disappointment in me when I did. She would stop at nothing to calm me down.

My feet pound on the earth beneath me. I urge for a little more speed. A little more time.

It feels like hours go by as I run. As I tire my body out. I eventually slow. I eventually walk. By now every muscle in my body aches and my heart beats so rapidly its not easy to breathe.

What am I doing? I look at my surroundings, and I'm alone... Who knows how far I've come, how far I have to go. The sun sets and the sky is red. My manor is a mere shadow in the distance. I'm alone. Again. I fall to my knees and lay on the lush grass surrounding me. For now, I sleep. I'll return, just not now.

Sierra:

I search strength within myself. I need to dig up he last of my dignity and pride. I just have too. A sensation creeps over my neck. A sign of trouble no doubt. Searching for me most likely.

A sigh escapes my lips. I haven't left the comfort of his bed, though Michael deserted it long ago, apparently getting bored of my absentmindedness.

I'm beginning to get bored myself.

So there he rests, on the musty love seat with a book clutched in hand, abidly reading. A favored hobby of his I recall vaguely. He escapes in his reading. "Retreats to his sanctuary" he once told me.

I need to leave. I must return to my sanctuary once and for all.

"Michael." I call to him.

"Yes Sierra?" He raises his beautiful eyes to me.

"I'm ready to leave." I sit up and remove myself from the silk, blushing at my exposed body and at the hungry look in his eyes.

"Mmmhmm." He mumbles. "Very well, but don't forget your end of the deal. Prophecies are meant to be fufilled.

"Yes. And eyes are meant to observe the face of whom you're speaking too. "I raise my eyebrows and lift the sheets in an attempt to cover myself.

"I'm serious Sierra. You can't change your mind." How idiotic. Does he truly believe that I plan to return to him? That I will give up all I'm to gain, just for him? Ridiculous.

A dark chuckle erupts from his mouth. "I can change my mind." I whisper. "You know I could."

Darker laughs still. Why? "I know that you can't." He sirks with accomplishment. I don't understand. "I'm very thoroughs when it comes to small detail. You may leave, but you'll come back. Like always."

Such fierce hatred I feel for this man. He cannot assume or be sure of nothing. Does he not know me? I charge at him and dive for his neck, the urge to strangle him growing as time passes.

"You so much ready for round 2?" I look at him questionably and notice how close his face is to mine. In my anger I had let go of the sheet and jumped on top of him with my hands around his neck. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. How embararssing! Ugh!

"You're an idiot." I stand up trying to look dignified and disgusted at his offer.

"You know you want me." How cocky! Conceited! True! Wait... did I just? No. You're hearing things. In my own head? Shut up.

He watches my inner war amusedly. He's not that stupid. Well, I hope to god that he is.

"I want to leave. Now." I cross my arms and glare at him. He simply rolls his eyes and I feel different all of a sudden. I glance down at my attire.

"Well?"

I look at him with suprise. He knew my favorite style.

"Are you stalking me?" What a stupid question.

"I did for a while." He grins, flashing white teeth at me. "Dean Thomas, the infatuated moron." He remains lounged in his chair, looking so incredibly perfect in that damned chair. God how I loathe him.

"Whatever." I tug on the end of my navy blue plaid skirt. Attempting to conceal more skin.

"You have nice legs. You shouldn't bother."

I stick out my tongue at him. Childish, but I have no othe way to express my feelings.

A sort of sadness washes over me. I want things to be like this, like before.

No. It's his fault for betraying us all.

But did he have a choice?

Forget it.

He glances at the grandfather clock. Seven o' clock. I fear that night has come already. "As much as I wish you to stay, I think that you need to leave." This isn't like him. "They'll come for you and your blood will be on my hands...again."

"How do I..?"

"You know how to apparate don't you?" He snapped at me! A nervous look graces his features.

"Obviously." I glare at the reflection of his attitude.

"Just leave!!" He darts up, fists clenched. His eyes sear into mine. A stare burned in my memory.

I vanish and apparate to the one place I can call home.

Malfoy Manor.

Draco

Drips drizzle lightly on my cheek and I open my eyes slowly. The dampness of the green around me leaves mud streaked across my trousers.

The gloom does nothing to brighten my mood. And as I raise myself off the ground and realice how disgustingly dirty I am. It's disgraceful. How could I ever let myself get likes this? I've let myself become something I swore I never would. She would hate me. I'm suprised that she doesn't hate me already. Well, I don't even know if she knows who I am anymore.

I give up. No. I can't. I love her. I start running again, but this time, I'm going home.

Sierra

My hands shake as I turn the brass knob. Breathing in deeply, I push open the heavy oak door.

The sight that greets my eyes is shocking, but if feels like...home.

A flash of black hair and I'm embraced by the arms of a petite yet strong girl.

"I thought I'd never see you like this again." I feel her tears mingle with my own. Francesca feels so warm and so welcoming I don't think I can ever let go, but I slowly start feeling her pull away.

"I'm so sorry. I begin to sbo and shiver as it racks my body. "I n-never mean to hurt you..."

"Shh..." She brushes a stray hair from my cheek. "No one blames you. We'll always love you." A small smile of reassurance, the best thing she can ever give me.

A loud echoing sound bangs throughout the room, bring my attention to my mother, Mrs. Malfoy, and her... daughter. Her. I remember something vaguely about her, but then...

"Sierra?" I gaze up and I lock eyes with him, my love, my life, Draco.

Draco

There she stands, her beauty outrageously consuming me. I cannot remember ever being in such a trance.

"Draco..." Her gentle footsteps prance across the room, and she's in my arms. She begins showering me with kisses all along my dirty face. Whispering words of love. Affection. And then, her lips crash down on mine. It's like a dance, the way her lips move and her tongue mingles with mine. I'm drowning in her scent of roses, her gentle touch. I regretfully pull away and say the words I've been wanting to say for so long.

"I'm sorry."