The First Time She Ever Loved

Part 4: The Truth

I was the only one in the common room, and my practice of non-verbal spells wasn't going too well. After about ten tries, I just couldn't do it, but I was more than capable to throw my wand across the room, which was just what I wanted to do. Just when I was about to crack, Draco walked in looking even more pale then ever holding a clouded red potion in one hand and a scroll in the other. "Draco!" I exclaimed excitedly, forgetting all about my frustration. I rushed forward and clasped his chiseled face in both of my long-fingered hands and kissed him. It didn't take long for him to warm up to the kiss, pressing his cold lips to mine, they were a perfect fit. We kissed with so much passion and emotion that I forgot my surroundings completely, it was just Malfoy and I and our raw, untamed love.
Eventually, we pulled away, I disentangled my hands from his soft-as-silk hair and looked him in the eye, "what did you mean back then when you said that no one could help you?" I asked, the question had been nagging me since the lavatory.
       "It's noth... Oh Riddle, we need to talk." Draco gave me a look full of remorse. "Please don't hate me."
       "I won't, Draco, I promise, it's just, I don't want this relationship between us to have any lies, I'm just so tired of lies." And to my utter horror, I promptly burst into tears.
       "Hush, Ell," Draco whispered in my ear as he pulled me against his lithely muscled chest, his strong arms held me there as I sobbed into the front of his black robes. My childhood has always held the tainted crack of deep personal loss. Unlike Harry, my parents had not died still loving me. I had never known my mother, she was just one of the many lovers that my father had took. However, he had plucked me from her care the moment I was born, taking a special interest in raising me. My father, he had been Tom Riddle once, but now he was the most renowned wizard. Lord Voldemort.
       "I-I'm a Death Eater," he paused, letting those few words sink in. I gasped, Draco was working for my father? I grabbed his left arm and yanked the sleeve off of it, sure enough the Dark Mark was tattooed onto his forearm. Sighing, I pressed my lips to the blackened part of his skin. "Your father, he told me to... To kill Dumbledore," Draco's voice broke, "but I can't, Riddle, I just can't kill an innocent man. I can't be a Death Eater. I don't even want to be one, but my parents are forcing it upon me. Mother is scared for me but doesn't want displease the Dark Lord. Ell, I'm a monster."
       Looking up, I whispered, "I will love you no matter what, I will always stand by what we have, and I will always stand by you. I don't care if you made mistakes, because, quite frankly, we all have. You, Draco Malfoy, you think that you're the monster, but truth be told, I am more of one then you, look at me, Draco, the wings, my father," I gulped, "the people I have killed, I know that I couldn't control my actions, but all the same..." I gazed at him, tears were welling in his eyes, but then, he seemed to have remembered something.
       "Dumbledore! He told me to give you this to you." Placing the scroll he had been holding before in my hand, I opened it hurriedly.
       "It says he wants to see me, well, right now. Sorry Draco, but I gotta go." Kissing him goodbye, I left.