"Would you kill for love?" He sneered coldly.
"Love has destroyed me into the woman who stands before you. Broken, tethered, and utterly infatuated with a man who suffers the same fate as I." She said with a sorrowful chuckle.
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The story of a naiv...
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Astoria continued to scan the area, but it was only grassland for as far as the eye could see. So much had happen within the last few hours and it was nearly dark, so the couple needed to make haste if they were going to discover the whereabouts of Theo's safehouse.
With every step Astoria took she felt the weight of her gown traipse behind her, the dress weighed a great deal more since it was drenched with water.
Draco peered behind him to notice Astoria had the look of worry around her eyes, and he would be right. Astoria was worried out of her mind. Merely minutes prior Draco was about to be taken by Auror's and now they were walking in the mountains of Scotland.
Were they ever going to have a normal day?
Draco took hold of Astoria's hand and pointed out a nearby structure in the distance. Theo's safehouse was protected by a Muggle-Repelling charm, and a ward that would only come down if magical blood that was pure was spilt. As the couple approached the cabin Draco revealed a tiny blade that sat upon a rock.
"We need to sacrifice just a pinch of blood to enter. No worries." Draco sliced his hand partly, so hints of blood hit the rock, and he slipped beyond the barrier.
Astoria held the blade within her hands and glared up at Draco who was extending his hand waiting to welcome her to the other side. Without a second thought she sliced the palm of her hand and sacrificed drips of her own blood for the protection of the safehouse.
She willingly took hold of Draco's hand and he pulled her forward into his arms. She connected their lips and shared passionate kisses.
"I am sorry I ruined our wedding."
Astoria placed a cold hand upon his cheek and shook her head lightly.
"The day we are free, is the day I'll be your wife."
Draco smashed his lips upon hers and carried her into the house. The couple broke the kiss and scanned the surroundings of their newfound home.
Theo's decorative skills were not too shabby. The living space had a stone fireplace, followed by a stocked bar cart to the side of it (typical Theo).
The bedroom held a four-poster bed with maroon colored comforter and sheets. Astoria's favorite part were the wall decorations. Theo (or possibly Pansy) did a phenomenal job with the artwork, and even bestowed pictures of the gang from school days.
Astoria glided her hand around the end table that held her favorite picture in the room. It was a magical photograph that showed Draco and Theo holding their broomsticks, preparing for a quidditch match. This may have been in their fifth year?
"I miss watching you play quidditch."
Draco came up behind his girl and began to hug her from behind. "I was a rather gifted Seeker if I do say so myself."
