Poison (Druna)

Intro.

(Draco's POV)

He had watched her spin and skip through the hallways as children. He had watched her grow in front of his eyes; how her hips got slightly wider and her breasts bigger, her hair longer, her cheekbones more defined, her legs fuller. He had watched as they called her names. He had involved himself in bullying her. And if there was one thing Draco Malfoy was internally regretful for, it was making her feel lower about herself. While it didn't show on the outside, when he had managed to break her, he realised the hurt and restrictions him and his peers tied around her beautiful soul. And after the War, he watched her cry, and scream, and shiver and tremble and lay emotionless in the undergrounds of his Manor. He could not do anything, as much as he desperately wanted to. The thick black taint on his forearm managed to pull him back every time he went to free her of her misery and pain. He tried, so very desperately, to convince her that complying to the Dark Lord's commands kept her safer than ever. Thinner, sadder but safer and alive. 

Of course, Draco Malfoy was to never realise their fate; how all the evil in the world couldn't stop the pair from loving eachother, from their souls drawing eachother in. Try as he might, she would not leave his thoughts, whether she was a House Tower away, a country away - a floor away from him, she would invade his mind. 

"Love will guide you to do the right decision, Draco." 

Over and over in his mind he turned his mother's words, before committing a sin most deadly to his family.

He sneaked into the cellar, picked Luna, the love of his life, up in his arms, and ran. 

He never looked back.

AN: thankyou for reading, I'm aware how short this intro is. Please vote and comment. -Em.