He consumed her. He devoured her. He understood her. And he left her.
Draco Malfoy is a powerful man, a feared name in the wizarding community. But nothing comes without losing something. What sacrifice did he make this time?
"If i got rid of my demons, I'd lose my angels" ~Tennessee Williams
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The sky was in a nasty mood today. Rain drops pitter-pattered, hitting the windowsill. Lightning flashed, and rumbling of the clouds impelled the passer-by's to take shelter. Draco Malfoy stood, a cigar in hand, gazing at the ravenous sky. The emerald ring twinkled on his left fore finger. It was an heirloom, a valuable ornament bearing the Malfoy crest. Word had it that it had been passed from one generation to another, and only to the powerful Malfoy men. The ability of divination was one of its many charms.
As he looked up at the sky, he watched how the sky let go of all its fear, it's despair, its weakness. And the only truth that nagged him was that he couldn't relate to it more.
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Draco Malfoy
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Ginevra Weasely
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Author's note: None of the characters are owned by me. They all belong to JK Rowling. First try at a D/G fanfic, hope you guys like it. Lots of drama and mystery. Keep reading! Xoxo
