I put in my daily quota for orgo, so I decided to post a chapter, which I've had on my phone for a few days. I found an interesting app called Writer, which I find is a bit better than furiously texting myself. Song inspiring this chapter, Psychobabble by Frou Frou

If love is surrender, then whose war is it anyway?

I ran outside to the beach. It was incredibly windy as I ran through the trees. I didn't want to wait any longer. I could make out the moon above in the tree tops. It felt like a good omen. But when I glanced at the ground, finally making it down to the sand, there was an ominous figure hovering. I knew it was Draco overhead; the shadow was too large to be a bird. I ran out to the wet sand, pausing just before the breaking waves. The water was wild with storm. I felt a cold gust behind me and knew Draco had landed.
"You going to stop me?" I called over the brewing storm. The cold gust reached closer. I heard Draco's voice rather softly over my shoulder.
"No."
I shuddered; he was right at my ear.
"How did you know I was trying to leave?" I asked, turning round. And when I turned, Draco wasn't behind me. Confused for a second, I turned back to face the breaking waves, and found Draco with his hands reaching skywards, his back to me. The water began to calm down until it was just rolling in casually, and the sky cleared. He had stopped it in a matter of seconds. He did not turn to look at me, but slowly put his hands down.
"I'm going," I said with finality. Draco watched me step down to the water. I produced my wand and began to conjure a boat. I looked back at Draco and saw him merely watching. I paused, expecting him to stop me, say something. My boat was small, but usable. I kept my eyes on Draco, taking one step on. And then I just stopped. Draco turned slowly to walk up the beach.
"Wait!" I said, unable to stand it anymore. Draco paused. The sky was so clear then that I could perfectly make him out in the moonlight. Angrily, I trudged up the beach.
"You weren't lying, were you? You know that I'll be killed...and you're doing nothing?"
Draco turned and glowered, "Well, you don't want my help. So how can I possibly help you?" I took a step back and Draco's expression lightened up.
"Do what you will, Angelina Johnson. I'm sorry I didn't kill you when I had the chance." Draco spared me one glance over before turning around to leave. For some reason, I couldn't believe he was actually letting me go.
"I'll stay!" I finally yelled.
Draco turned around, his eyes bewildered, but the rest of his face contained.
"This is...this is all your fault!" I screamed, accosting him. Draco stood up to his full height in a warning manner, but let me continue.
"I should be home, enjoying my winter break with friends and family, ringing in the New Year and preparing to finish my freshman year of Muggle college. But you ruined my life, simply by existing! Worse yet, I can't even kill you for it," I seethed.
"Draco, I hate you," I said through gritted teeth.
"Good," he said calmly, "Because that's the kind of rage you'll need if you think you still have a fighting chance to save yourself from becoming a Death Eater."
I scoffed.
"Don't fool yourself, though. You'll still lose," Draco added. I felt about ready to explode, I was so angry. I pulled back my fist and went for Draco's face, and he caught my fist in one hand with impossible speed. His cold hand sent shivers up my arm.
"You still fight," he said and his face lit up in a strange way I hadn't seen before.
"Even when all hope is gone, you refuse to give up." He inched closer to me, my fist still in his grasp. My heart began to beat rapidly.
"And I gave in so easily, even though I had an out...all I wanted was power. I never heeded the consequences. Your strength is astronomical. You have no idea. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in your pulse," he said and I felt coldness at my throat where his fingers pressed against my skin. I felt as though I were in a trance then. I could see the reflection of the ocean in Draco's eyes. Gently, I pulled his hand from my neck and my fist from his grasp. We stood there face to face.
"It's why you couldn't kill me," I said wryly. Draco's face swayed in the same direction that mine did and our lips locked. It wasn't the same as our kiss after the Handfasting. It was a different kiss. I felt something that had not been there before. There was a gust of freezing wind and I felt my feet leave the ground. I opened my eyes and saw the starry night sky, the tops of trees, and the ocean behind me. Black shadows engulfed me, nearly obscuring my vision until I found myself once again inside the house. The breeze stopped where Draco landed, his hands planted firmly on my waist. I backed away, registering what had just happened between us. At the very least, Draco had saved me a long walk back from the beach. Draco gave me a confused look after I had backed up.
"Angelina, I—"
"Please, don't say anything," I said, suddenly feeling exhausted.
"My organs are still catching up with me," I explained, feeling a head rush. I had apparated before, but I came to realize that the way a Death Eater traveled was much different. It felt like I'd been spinning madly through time and space. I was dizzy, and I didn't want to believe that the kiss had been the cause. I didn't even realize myself stagger forward until Draco caught me.
"Easy," he said uncharacteristically gently. I saw double for a few seconds, during which time Draco had four eyes. I finally stabilized to find him holding me off the ground in both arms.
"What just happened?" I asked in a daze.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken you back like that," Draco explained, "It takes some getting used to, materializing that way. I remember being dizzy the first few times." Draco was standing in the hall near his bedroom where we had been no more than fifteen minutes earlier. Draco's eyes widened into what looked like fear.
"What?" I asked desperately attempting to stand, but Draco rushed me into his room and then the bathroom, where I couldn't see anything.
"Draco?"
The light flicked on and I found myself to be looking at the floor, where a small red puddle was developing, and the next thing I knew, my head was forced back and I was looking up into Draco's face where I sat in his lap on the ledge of a bathtub. He forced an ivory hand towel to my nose.
"Your nose is bleeding," he said simply. For a minute I felt as though I were in the arms of someone who cared for me! I could taste the blood where it backed up into my throat. Draco pinched my nose shut, tilting my head back so much, it nearly touched the marble floor.
"Dr-Draco," I mumbled beneath the towel. I gasped to find that his hand was actually rather heated when I pulled it away from my nose.
"No," he said, resisting my attempt to move, "It'll just be a minute." After about thirty seconds, I coughed, and blood specked the towel red.
"Shit," Draco muttered, rising suddenly and maneuvering so that I was sitting on the cool tub ledge. He rushed into his room and curtly returned with his wand. He pointed it at my nose, and I watched a yellowish bright light, almost like the sun, emanate from it into my face, blocking my view of Draco momentarily. I stopped tasting blood and the light was gone. Draco's eyes scanned me, as if searching for something. He stopped at my hand and hastily unwrapped Javi's makeshift bandage, accidentally hurting my cut in the process. Draco apologized under his breath, so faintly that I barely heard him. And then he pointed his wand at my hand and it was fixed in a flash. I realized that Draco was kneeling there before me, and I finally felt as though I was the one in control. Draco didn't move, he just stayed where he was, looking down, his brows pinched rather tightly in a pensive manner. A moment of silence was long enough.
"Why'd you do that?"
Draco looked up at me in some shock.
"What do you mean? A man is vowed to take care of his wife, is he not?"
My heart skipped a beat. Draco placed his hand on my knee.
"Are you alright?" He asked, a bit less care in his voice. He seemed to be suppressing something. I was not willing to let Draco think he could seduce me to the dark side, so I stood up, but I guess I was exhausted on account of how late it was, and the fact that I'd just lost some blood, because I went right down again.

I'd never slept so well. But I was startled when a pair of blue eyes was looking down at me. I sat up straight, remembering where I was and what had happened.
"Drink this, before you collapse again," Draco ordered, pressing a cup into my hands. I did feel a bit weary. It was orange juice and tasted very fresh and cold. I took in my surroundings to find that I was in Draco's bed, in his room.
"Why the hell am I in here?" I asked, cocking a brow before hastily getting out of Draco's bed.
"I didn't touch you, if that's what you're worried about," said Draco in a bored manner, although there was an almost disappointed look on his face. I fixed my disheveled hair, walking out of the room and down the hall to mine, where I closed the door and undressed for a bath. I wanted my recollection of the kiss to have been a dream. But I knew it wasn't, and my heart twinged.