Chapter Four.
Author's note: I might remind the readership that I do not appreciate criticism so early on. Ebony is Ebony, not Mary—who suggested that? Draco is actually in love with her; that is his choice. The passion is unequalled.
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"Draco!" she cried. "Whatever are you doing?" (Do I love Draco?)
Draco-his stubbornness apparent—remained silent. He stopped the car; then, walking slowly, went away. Ebony, her curiosity aroused, followed like a little lamb.
"What are you doing?" she cried, white and upset.
"Ebony?" he turned his sad eyes at her.
"Whatever is it? Take me home at once!" Ebony was surprised; scared; angered [How dare he do this to her!]
Draco, his pain in view, approached her and looked at her. She; chest heaving, anger raging, returned the gaze into his red eyes. The contacts were immensely disturbing; and this did not help her mood. Yet, she looked deeper; she willed herself to look away; yet she looked deeper. The eyes; oh those eyes! How much depression, how much sorrow can one person's eyes reveal? Strangely, Ebony's anger disappeared at the eyes. (She became sad.)
Then Draco; her sweetest Draco; he leaned in and kissed her. Ebony closed her eyes. The answer came at last: Yes, (she thought) I do love Draco. I do; I do. Draco leaned in further, the love closer; Ebony thought: Yes! Yes, I love him.
Draco made her feel love; real love. Love like she had not experienced ever before: a thousand butterflies flew at her approach, a thousand song birds performed their sweet melody.
Ebony, her heart pounding, finally loved; and was loved.
Then, when her communication with this boy was at its height; a horrid, awful cry broke the air.
"Whatever is happening? Stop that at once! Stop, I say!"
There stood Dumbledore, his anger flashing like lightning; the rage of the storm whirling around them.