To Be (Draco Malfoy x Emerald Black)

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The days passed faster and faster, the weather began to warm and the flowers started to bloom among dead grass covered with dew. The fresh smell hits my nose- every time I walk outside my mood turns to melancholy. Draco is silent most days and love-able on others. It was strange seeing him in such a weird way; a way I wasn't used to. I just couldn't wait for this to be over, for Draco and I to escape.

Harry and I still haven't spoke. He tried to talk to me, and even sent Ron and Hermione as his little message relayers. I haven't taken Sirius' advice; I didn't need Harry's help. I was going to do this alone. And as much as I dislike Harry, I wasn't going to put him in harm's direct way with Voldemort. He's experienced enough encounters with him, too many to count. Voldemort is my father. And I was going to kill him. I swore by it; killing my mother I never got to meet, torturing my Draco to the point of insanity.

Set fire to the rain.

He's going to shrivel up and fall into pieces in front of me. He's going to lay there bleeding, begging me to kill him- end his suffering. Gladly. And right before I do so, I'll tell him who's going to kill him; his daughter. His own flesh and blood. The one he's been searching for for years. He showed the ones I loved no mercy and he was going to receive the same treat meant.

"Emerald?" Draco was lightly shaking my shoulders. We were sitting in the astronomy tower, a place we haven't been to in a while. I was leaning out of the window smelling the freshness of the spring air. The moon shined brightly in contrast to pale skin. I touch a freckle on my wrist and feel the slight bump. Goose bumps rise on my arms.

"Yeah, I'm fine Draco. Just thinking." I lie. No, I was plotting Draco. But I can't tell you that; you'll call me dumb and foolish and you'll try to stop me. I'd die to keep you safe and we didn't have long before the hell war would start.

"Don't lie to me, you and I both know I don't believe you." He shows up beside me and leans against the window as well. He turns his head to me, his messy blonde hair flying through the breeze. I look to him, his features sunken in and his skin a ghostly white. He looked even more I'll than he did before, if that was possible.

"I know." I sigh. I look back up at the sky. "You know how I said we could be stars? We still can.." I softly say looking down at my bony wrist. "We just have to build a rocket." I bite my lip softly. It sounded corny but it was true. How else would we be able to reach? We have to make an effort to at least try.

"Then let's build one." Words I never expected from him emerged from his mouth. I look to him and laugh.

"Not literally, Draco." I see a soft smile emerge on his face- something that was foreign to me. It held a certain love to it I couldn't put my finger on. Just like the day I saved him from the lake.

"Why not?" He softly bumps into me with his shoulder and I lean my head against it, breathing in his crisp scent of smoke.

"Because life won't allow it. Not ours." I say with a frown. "It's like we were destined to be cursed like this." I bit my tongue at the harsh thought of it. The harsh reality, they say.

"I don't think it's destined to be cursed. For me, it certainly was- before I met you. You showed me how a blessed life would look, how it would feel. Hell, woman- you showed me how to feel." He looks out of the window, a blank expression on his face but his eyes said it all. He looks down to me. "You never fail to amaze me every bloody day- how you put up with my stubbornness, my bullying, harsh remarks, rejection.. all of that."  He messes with the ring on his finger- the one I gave him.

"Thank you, Draco." I almost breathe out. I was amazed at his words as his voice vibrated my ear through his shoulder. It sounded like regret and remorse. It was the most I've heard from him in so long. I look up at him, his jaw was clenched. The night sky was illuminating his features and he looked even more perfect than he did before. He didn't seem to bother with his appearance anymore; it's like he gave up and that wasn't like Draco. He told me every day how close he was getting, how he was almost done and this headache would be over- how we would escape. But it might only be him that escapes- or even me.

If we both didn't go down one of us could. I couldn't see life without him.

"Draco." He looks to me and I pull back softly. "I can't lose you." I look down. "We are basically going to be enemies- if he catches on-" I breathe in and he interrupts me with a hand to my face. He lowers it and I see his teeth grind.

"Stop. That won't happen." He doesn't look at me. He grows tense. I shut my mouth.

"How do you know?" I silently say. I'm clenching mr fists again, and I release them examining the indent damage. My palms were red and raw, they had crescent shaped scars from the digging I've done all of these years. I wasn't exactly sure if Draco ever noticed them each time he stroked my palm. He wasn't the observant type. I look back up to Draco who is now intently staring into my soul, his eyes twinkling. He softly smiles and takes my fidgeting hands in his ice cold ones.

"Because I love you, Emerald Black."