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#23 - Save Me

SAVE ME
a request by @JulzLovDraco4Eva

OC name: Julia Drachenberg
Age: 18
House: Hufflepuff
Blood: Unknown
Warnings: None

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Julia stared up at the white walls of Malfoy Manor - even in her bedraggled state, she couldn't help but admire the royally cool marble walls with black and gold highlights. But her main focus was always on the man who was dragging her across the floor, blood streaks from her bleeding knee dirtying its seemingly pure facade.

The man had long, blonde hair, blue eyes and a stern line for a mouth - Lucius Malfoy. In some ways, he looked like Draco Malfoy - a boy she'd once known - but then again he didn't. When she last saw Draco, he didn't have grim lines strewn across his face, cruelty painted over his aristocratic features and neither did he drag prisoners across floors even if they were howling with pain.

Speaking of Draco Malfoy, she had once known the boy very well. She had once been more familiar to his skin than she had been to her own. She had once felt his fingers stroke her hair. She had once felt his lips on hers. But it was all gone now, blown away in the gusts of a thousand winds.

And the room she was now kneeling in front of had once been lived in by Draco Malfoy. Did he still live there, or had he moved on?

Lucius Malfoy knocked on the door sharply twice, and the door opened with a sullen creak - only to reveal Draco Malfoy, a figment of her best days in the past. But he didn't look like Draco, no - he looked like a stranger on the road. A stranger whose grey eyes she'd meet across the busiest of streets.

When he saw her, his eyes widened and his face bore a look of longing mixed with dread. When she saw him, her eyes pleaded, save me.

He wasn't sure if he could. He wasn't sure if he could even save himself, forget her. He wasn't sure if either of them would be able to survive. But she had hope, she believed in him - after a long time - and he promised to himself that he would either save her, or die trying.

Lucius Malfoy through her into his room - the dreaded place of torture - and with a smug smirk of yellowed teeth said, "Take good care of her. Or I will." The door to Draco's room slammed shut.

Julia tried to stand up, but her bleeding knees gave away. Or maybe it was her bleeding, but thumping heart. She didn't know anything but the fact that she knew the boy who she was standing in front of, and there was a slight chance that he might save her. But then again, she didn't know that for sure either.

The moon entered the room through the glass window behind him, and Julia focused on its light. She was healing softly under his very presence. Softly.

His hand reached out to touch her, and she jerked away, but her cheeks lit up in an incandescent glow. She turned away as did he. 

She was too beautiful for his eyes to look at. The eyes that had once stared at her for hours, but now stared at the scars across his left forearm. His cracked eyes peered at her through the darkness cracked by the moonlight.

Her eyes scanned his silhouette quietly, never resting in a single place for long. His eyes followed hers, just like he would follow her anywhere - even death. But she would never be in the depths of hell, as he was. 

He reached out, and when his fingers brushed her cheek, she didn't flinch away this time. His breath hitched in his throat, the silence and smooth perfection of her glowing skin taking him back in time. 

She was real. They were real.

There is something to be said about the ridiculous realisations that come under the category of love: they are all ridiculous, they are all temporary, they are all a dreamland, but they comfort. There is comfort in knowing that there is someone. There is comfort in holding onto that dreamland. There is comfort in the temporary permanency of love - as ridiculous as that might sound.

And so, they were real.

He knelt. And he whispered, "Julz?"

She smiled, the purest he had ever seen, and said, "Draco."

His eyes were far away, but his mouth had broken into a smile - a beautiful phenomenon. Julia stared at him, only to clear her throat.

"Yes?" he asked, leaning closer to her.

She pulled back, "No."

"No?"

"You're supposed to question me, remember?"

He stared at her in disbelief, "Did you really think I would do that, darling?"

Julia averted her eyes as she mumbled, "We were over a long time back."

"It's been two sixty-four (264) days, darling."

Her eyes snapped back to his immediately, eyebrows furrowing, "You kept track?"

"Well ... yes? I mean, I don't know-," But he already knew that she knew. And he was glad of it for some reason.

She pecked his lips once, twice, and then said, "I don't care if you save me or not, but I'll be saving you."

He smiled once more, the second time in two sixty-four days.

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