I am the only person I know that texts up four pages worth of words on a cell phone. Enjoy.

I heard knocking on my door when I'd gotten out of the tub.
"Angelina...Angelina," Draco called. I didn't bother to respond. Draco stopped knocking and I heard silence. I don't know whether he walked away or not, but I tried not to care and threw my towel on the bed. I went into the drawer and found a very pretty pair of underwear and a matching bra. Trying to remember when I'd bought them, I paused, recalling that none of these clothes were mine, and that Draco had bought them all for me to wear. And then I paused; this meant that he knew what I was wearing under my clothes. I felt unnerved for a moment just thinking about it. I stepped into the underwear, but then I felt a chill. I looked over at the door but it was still securely locked. However, I was convinced something strange was happening. I tiptoed towards the door, Draco's draft growing stronger. He wasn't coming in, I thought, the door was closed. But then I looked down at the floor to see what appeared to be a shadow. It lengthened gradually, and I backed up, frightened. The shape became very humanlike, and then there was a familiar looking frenzy of black smoke-looking something, and Draco was standing before me, no more than a foot of space between us. I gasped, pulling my hands up to my bare chest, though I knew he'd already gotten an eyeful of me.
"Draco, what the hell?! Get out!" I screamed, rushing to the curtain that hid my bed from the rest of the room and hiding behind it. I felt the blood in my face, flushed.
"I-I knocked—you didn't answer me. I just wanted to make sure you were okay," Draco explained hastily. I heard him stepping towards the curtain.
"Angelina?"
"Stop—get out—go!" I said, feeling sheepish. I felt hands on mine on the other side of the curtain and gasped.
"Angelina," Draco said softly. I pulled the curtain out of his grasp, drawing it along the length of the room to seclude myself.
"Please, get out. I'm naked," I said as calmly as I could, looking down to find that I wasn't actually 100% nude, due to the panties. Draco walked out swiftly and closed the door. I noticed my heart was beating too fast and I knew exactly why; it wasn't so much because Draco had just seen me naked...I couldn't quite believe that I had seen a different side of him...a caring one. I got dressed and started down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Javi?" I called, wondering if he'd be there. Before I made it down the steps, Draco swerved around the corner, appearing at the bottom and giving me a rather stern look.
"Why are you calling him?" Draco asked me. I did not finish descending the steps. Draco was standing with both hands behind his back, and for a moment I thought perhaps he had a gun and was waiting to shoot me for inquiring after Javier.
"Angelina, I asked you a question," Draco said solemnly. I tried not to let my nerves show as I walked down, but Draco completely blocked my path.
"I just thought he'd be here," I said nonchalantly.
"Excuse me," I said when Draco wouldn't move. His expression softened.
"I'm not in the mood for games, Malfoy—"
"It wasn't just me," Draco said quietly. I took a step up and Draco moved up one step, keeping close.
"What wasn't just you?" I asked, but I knew what he was getting at; I knew I'd kissed him, too. I gasped when he violently grabbed my hips, and shortly I understood this motion as a measure to prevent me from running away.
"Draco, I cannot..."
"What?" He asked gently, a pained expression igniting his face, his eyes scanning me manically for something. The draft that generally accompanied Draco had quelled, and if I didn't know any better, I would have thought him to look rather innocuous. He stopped scanning my face and met my eyes, letting his face closer to mine. I shook my head. Draco's mouth opened as if to say something, but he was at a loss for words and his lip merely quivered. I stopped putting up walls, unable to deny what was clearly coming to fruition. Draco's face kept inching closer to mine, until I felt the tip of his pointy nose on my nose, his breath on my lips, and then I heard an impossibly loud and pained neigh and Draco nearly jumped out of his skin. He looked behind him and then rushed to the kitchen, where I knew he was going to go out the back door. I followed him as far as the kitchen table before he whipped around, wand in hand, "Stay!" He shouted, eyes wide with terror. He disappeared out the door. I only managed three seconds before I rushed out after him. I could see Javier, and the unicorns. There was another person attempting to chain up one of the horses, as if to steal it. Javier flicked a curse at the man attempting to take a horse, but the bloke was quick and deflected it, sending Javier flying back a dangerous ten feet or so before he hit a tree and fell to the ground. The next thing I knew, the thief was on fire and Draco had a feral look on his face, the other wizard's screams filling the air. I could only watch for so long before I realized Draco was killing another wizard. I ran back into the house, covering my ears. I'd never heard anybody scream quite like that. I thought I was going to be sick. I nearly vomit on the floor. I had to sit down, but settled for sitting in the corner on the floor. It must've been a few minutes that I sat there with my ears covered, because it shocked me when Draco came and knelt before me, a worried look on his face, although the same poisonous anger that I'd seen previously was still detectable. I knew it had nothing to do with me, but it evoked some fear in my soul. I could make out Draco asking if I was alright, though I still had my fingers pressed tightly to my ears, keeping them closed. Draco took my hands away from my ears.
"I said, 'Are you alright?'" he asked. I was astonished at how quickly he had gone from nearly loving to demonic in a minute's time. His hands were cold again when he touched my face and I shivered.
"Is she okay?" Javier asked and I looked up to find him halfway in the door. Draco shot up to interrogate Javier, who rubbed his back with a silently pained expression on his face. Draco didn't exactly yell at Javi, but he was clearly angry.
"What the hell was Bateman doing here?"
"He wanted Ambrose," Javi admitted.
"You took him off the island without letting me know?" Draco asked.
"Draco, I'm sorry. I thought I was alone. I rode him to what I thought was remote terrain. I wanted to explore, and I ran into Bateman. He was scouting the same place and wanted to know where I'd found a unicorn. He followed me here when I tried to leave."
Draco glared but calmed down, "Well, Bateman is dead now," he said and I got up to leave the room, wishing I could erase the man's screams from my memory.
"There will be questions about his disappearance, so now I've got a problem," I heard Draco say angrily.
"This is the one location where I can get away from everything. You nearly compromised that, Javier."
"Draco, I'm sorry."

I made for the front door and down the stairs. I started for the beach, but was only walking for two minutes before I felt like someone was following me. I stopped and turned round. Draco was literally right behind me. I took a step back so his face wasn't right in mine.
"It bothered you, didn't it?" He asked. He knew what I was so disturbed by.
"I'm evil," he said factually, closing his eyes in a way that suggested it was painful to say.
"He has insight," I said sarcastically, as if I was speaking to someone else.
"...I was only stating what I knew you were thinking. Angelina, he tried to steal from me," Draco said calmly.
"So that warranted murder, Draco?"
He cocked a brow and carried on.
"And it was highly likely that he would've died in some other insurrection. Bateman is prone to instigating altercations," Draco added. The way he was speaking sounded to me as if he couldn't quite grasp the weight of what he'd just done, or didn't care. He spoke about the dead man as casually as if he were commenting on the weather.
"Well, was prone," I said. Draco blinked slowly and sighed.
"You didn't even know him. Why are you so upset?"
I made an expression of disbelief.
"Malfoy, you set a man on fire and burned him to death."
Draco glared, and this time I knew he was actually angry with me.
"I told you, I've killed before. Why does it disturb you so much now? Get over it."
"It has nothing to do with the fact that I didn't know him, and everything to do with the fact that I thought I was starting to..."
"Starting to what?" Draco asked impatiently, stepping towards me. I moved away as he got closer.
"Starting to feel sorry for you," I said, switching up my words. No way was I going to admit I might've been falling for him. Draco's anger intensified.
"You insult me. How, may I ask, am I deserving of your fucking pity?" He asked, cursing at me, something I noted that he didn't seem to do often. I kept backing up faster, the quicker Draco approached me. His coldness came back and the severity tangibly stung me.
"Where's Javi?" I asked, feeling quite unsafe then.
"Stop calling him that," Draco spat through gritted teeth. He grabbed my wrist then.
"Don't you run away when I'm talking to you," he said. There was a blaze in his eyes. I tore away.
"You're scaring me," I breathed. Draco calmed down.
"Tell me why you decided to stay. I know you're not afraid of Death Eaters, so don't pretend that you're afraid of me. You know I couldn't hurt you or I would've done by now...just tell me it isn't only me," he said demandingly. I ignored his request to admit my feelings.
"And you don't feel any remorse for what you've just done?" I asked. Draco looked confused. "He wasn't family, he wasn't a friend. Why would I?"
"That's what scares me, Draco. Normal human beings can't kill and destroy, and not feel a thing."
"I'm not human."
I was silent.
"Tell me why you stayed," he demanded, "It's obvious you felt something, or you wouldn't still be standing here. And don't lie to me!"
"Or what, you'll kill me?" I asked, shrugging. He glared.
"You think I take pleasure in doing what I did?"
"Try saying it, killing, Draco. Killing."
"Don't do this to me," he said warningly.
"Do what, tell you what you are?"
"What do you think I am?" Draco asked.
"Right now...a murderer."
Draco took a step back and I wondered what was going through his mind.
"You have no idea what I am," he snarled, and then walked off, vanishing into the sky in a black whirlwind after several steps. I was alone.