Last Words Should Always Be I Love You ~ A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter 2

"Come and get me, you stupid bloody wolf!" The girl yelled into the darkness, feeling the snow crunch beneath her feet as she surveyed the shadows around her. Outstretched in her hands was a glinting silver blade, stained scarlet at the end, and it was trembling, due to the fact the girl was shaking like a leaf.

The girl was the opposite of a lady in most peoples eyes. She was fierce, rebellious and down right stubborn, unlike most women should be (or are supposedly meant  to be in society). At that moment, she wore a long black travelling cloak of velvet, fastened at the throat with a glistening emerald set in silver.  Under that, she was wearing a long gown of black silk and lace, embroidered around the waist and hem with tiny silver stars, and thick black gloves which she thought were made of leather, but were actually made of dragon hide. Beneath her skirts were a pair of laddered white tights and black boots laced up to her thighs. An empty black dagger sheath was fastened to her waist, embroidered with silver Celtic designs. Slung over her shoulder was a leather satchel, which when she spun around clinked due to the many assorted bottles and jars of herbs and remedies crammed inside, as well as a thick chain bound book filled with annotations on plants and which animals to hunt. 

In many peoples eyes, the girl was perfectly ordinary on first glance. But after you looked at her closer, and watched her for a long time, noting all her quirks and mannerisms, you realized just how out of the ordinary she was. Often, this young girl would say the wrong thing, igniting anger and surprise from people who expected her to be prim and proper, as well as  well mannered. She was undeniably clumsy, often tripping over things or knocking them over, and she was the most ungraceful person to be born into existence. But some things she did, were more elegant than anything any real lady could master. The way she hunted in the woods, silent and stealthy as a deer, and the way she watched when something really caught her attention, was captivating. 

Appearance wise, she was also quite intriguing. With an often tangled mane of curly black locks, she never bothered brushing it, as it just caused her discomfort and pain and it would return to it's previous composition within an hour if she was lucky. A wide array of twigs and leaves could often be found in the deeper depths of it when she had been hunting that day.

Her face wasn't all sharp angles, but it wasn't rounded at the same time. She had a heart shaped face, perfectly framed by her wild hair, with stunningly defined cheekbones which gave the illusion that you could cut yourself on them if you simply ran your hand over them. With a pair of wide, shining emerald eyes and thin black eyebrows,as well as a pair of thick pink lips, her face often gave the illusion that she was innocent, or confused. A few light freckles dusted her thin nose, which she often thought were horridly childish, considering she was practically an adult.

Dirt dusted her jaw at that very moment, and snowflakes settled heavily on the top layer of curls arranged on her head. She was scowling, whipping around at the slightest sound. Body wise, she was very slim, and reasonably short, but lean and strong despite this. Everything about her gave off the fact she was strong. Including her slight Scottish accent.

"I swear to God, you attack me, and you'll be my next fur cloak..." She growled into the shadows, emerald eyes glinting under the sparkling moon and silken skies. After two minutes of staying hunched over in the same position, she finally began to ease herself back into her regular posture, heaving a silent sigh.

When the grey wolf darted from the shadows behind her and pounced onto her back, razor sharp claws sinking into her fragile shoulders with a sickening thud. The girl screamed, and spun around frantically, attempting to wrench the creature from her back, black hair a whirlwind in the emptiness around them. She seized her dagger and plunged it behind her, feeling a painful satisfaction when the wolf howled- when another set of paws and a heavy weight knocked into her front and she tumbled back into the snow from the force of the blow. Her mouth formed a silent O shape in surprise, and she arched her back, struggling to throw the snarling, blood thirsty creature off her writhing and convulsing figure in the snow. 

The first wolf was dead; she could see it's lifeless form huddled on the floor a few feet away as she wrenched her face away from the second wolf's snapping jaws. The stench of rotting meat and blood made her retch, and it's front teeth suddenly grazed her face. She stretched further away from it's ear splitting howls, feeling hot blood well up on her cheek and trickle into her eyes, where it temporarily made everything she saw red. In those few moments of dangerous uncertainty, the wolf dragged it's claws down her right arm, making a deep tear in her cloak, gown, and skin. 

The girl gasped in shock, and used that last bit of strength from the pain to fling the wolf off of her . It struggled momentarily after sailing through the air and landing on it's back in the snow, which allowed the girl to scramble madly over to her disposed dagger, and seize it, wielding it blindly. Stupidly the wolf charged, obviously blinded and dazed, and the dagger sunk thickly into the back of it's throat. It collapsed almost instantly, and the girl jerked her trembling hand out of the wolfs mouth, dripping scarlet. She abandoned her dagger on the floor, before tugging up her sleeve with the other trembling hand and observing her wound. A deep open cut pulsed blood menacingly under the moon, skin peeling away at the sides, and ugly looking teeth marks (which the girl didn't remember receiving) decorating the surrounding flesh. Sucking in air through her gritted teeth, the girl turned her head away, shutting her eyes tight.

The cold had begun to seep through her torn cloak and dress, chilling her to the bone, as the snowflakes progressively stopped falling, coating the girl in fresh white flakes, and fading the scarlet stained snow to pale rose red. Feeling fatigue and pain set in, the girls head began to spin, and although she knew she shouldn't, she gave into her aching body and sunk back into the fresh cushion of snow. Everything seemed eerily yet peacefully quiet, as if the snow had blocked all the world away. The only thing  the girl was aware of was how many stars were in the sky at that moment, and the constant numbing of her right arm. She gradually felt her face go numb, and her body sinking into the cold of the snow.

After what seemed like hours, but was actually only a few minutes, the girl jerked her head to left, and blinked hard, so that the snow which had settled on her lashes dusted her forehead and cheek, which were bleeding heavily. Unaware of what was actually happening to her, the girl reached up her left hand to touch her cheek, but after a terrifying stinging feeling buzzed through her, she hastily pulled it away, smearing blood down the left side of her weary face.

Many more minutes passed, and although the girl knew she couldn't go to sleep or she'd never wake up, she kept feeling herself slowly giving in to the constant nagging in the back of her head that she should just die there, unforgotten. 

But something forced her to stay awake. The thought suddenly occurred, deep in the depths of her mind, that if she survived this, she'd have something worth living for, and that strange but comforting feeling kept her awake for the ten minutes she needed, until the familiar figure in his navy travelling cloak appeared at the side of the clearing, bathed in harsh, bright lantern light.

"Genevieve!" He hollered, and the girl forced a tired smile to herself in the darkness. "Genevieve! Where are you?!"

His eyes scanned the clearing, eventually reaching the girl collapsed on the floor surrounded by the carcasses of two dead wolves, dusted in flecks of white snow. "Genevieve! There you are! What have you done this time..."

The man hurried over, lantern swinging so violently that strange shadows were cast over the back of the girls eyelids, images of vicious trees and giant spiders, things so ridiculous that the girl managed a sleepy chuckle. The man's face grew more shocked the closer he got to the girl, until he was crouched by her side and looked hysterical. 

He studied the girls face, and dabbed at her wounds with snow, picking up torn pieces of her cloak and wiping away the blood. When the girl's eyes began to flutter close, though she did not want them to, the man turned and called over his shoulder, a word which sounded like complete and utter gibberish.

"DUMBLEDORE!" The man cried, and the girl, in her strange state, began to ponder the meaning of this obviously fake word. Maybe it was some type of bird? Or an animal?

But the last thing she saw as she fell asleep,was another man entering the clearing, mysteriously calm, cool blue eyes surveying everything with mild interest. The man was bathed in silver, blue and moonlight.

This Man was Albus Dumbledore.