Limerence; Draco Malfoy

Chapter One: A not so peaceful train journey after all

Updated spicy chapter list (for those who just want to get to the good stuff) my personal favourites for this are: 54, 40, 38, 28, 20, 39 41, 44, 46

September 12th 2021 update:
okay just a long⚠️🕺🏼PSA🕺🏼⚠️, to say PLZ, for your own good, I advice you NOT to read the absolute trash that is this story u have clicked on, as it was written within the space of five months when I was very very VERY mentally not good (bipolar is a lil bitch 😒) making it is the most cringeworthy, awful, rushed, poorly written, terribly constructed, worst idea, dumb, horrible, trashy piece of literature to have ever been written. And of course, whilst I would love nothing more than to take it down and erase it off the internet, I tried doing that once, but ppl just re-post it/claim it as their own (and, even though I hate the story, all that made me rlly mad 💀 Like, yes, it's trash, and I like to pretend I never wrote it... but it's still my trash, y know? So yeah. I have no choice but to keep this h03 up.🧍🏼‍♀️- but I strongly advise you not to read it 😌

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Preface

Last night, I had the strangest dream.

It was a windy, bitingly cold night, and I was standing at the edge of a pier. In my hand I held a little journal with a red velvet cover. I stood there for a while, in this dream, staring out to the stormy sea and shivering, waiting.

In retrospect I may have been weeping, but I don't like to think as such: it's not in my nature to cry. Yet there my dream-self was: distraught and freezing and wondering, demanding, where it all went wrong; hoping for a solution that would never come.

Then - the weight of a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and met a pair of sharp eyes, a pair of sad eyes; a flash of platinum hair.

And as I stared into this strangers' face, my knees suddenly felt as though they were due to buckle. Then two ice hands cupped my face with a gentleness I had never experienced once in the waking world, and would undoubtedly never experience again--

And I melted.

"Violet!" This ghostly, sharpened angel was speaking my name. "Now you listen to me, Violet Lockwood," He spoke sternly into the narrow gap between us. "Throwing yourself off the edge of the damn pier like a bloody suicidal penguin is not the way out of this! We're going to think of another way, alright?"

I nearly laughed. "But there isn't another--"

"--Don't fucking try and reason with your idea -- it's absurd!" The stranger yelled. "You don't get that choice. You don't get to give up on me like this-- hey!" I blinked through the mist in my vision to see his eyes darting all over my face, frantic.

Such a sad, lovely pair of eyes.

"You can't. . ." He visibly swallowed, and my arm ached for how badly I wanted to reach out and cup his snowy cheek - but I didn't: I couldn't move. "I - I don't want you to go, Violet."

I wont, I wont! My thoughts were chanting, and then my breath was stolen as a pair of cold lips were pressed roughly onto mine, furiously; an anguished whimper slipped out from my mouth when a hot, wet tongue forced its way through them. The kiss felt like sinking into a warm bath and plunging into an icy lake all at once-

I'd never felt so awake.

The lightning slicing angry lines through the sky couldn't have produced as much electricity as the simmer felt in between our lips. We kissed through tears, through exhaustion, kissing so hastily I felt completely consumed; so needily no thoughts entered my headspace except for the loudest, most vivid, most honest: