You're crashing Draco, you're not the little dragon that your grandmother said you are. Your wings are clipped and your spirit is broken, you're lost inside your own head. You can't run with those bricks roped tight around your ankles, weighing you down and making it impossible for you to flee. You're imprisoned, you've got to let go. Life isn't a fairytale like you were lead to believe. Roar all you want to, there's no one for miles. You're stranded in a desolate world with only your company to keep. It's all your fault, you've gotten lost in your own head. Breathe out all the fire you can muster, little dragon, your flames are redundant against the iron walls you've set up- all you're doing is slowly cooking yourself alive. Even if you were to be found, you'd be mocked and used for someone else's gain. A beast like you would be studied, you're not like what they have ever seen. Broken and distraught, they would use it to their advantage.You don't matter as much as you were lead to think, little dragon. The world is full of many different types of creatures, who could slay you faster than you could blink.Your skin is covered in colorful scales, and yet all you see is grey.The sky is beaming with the light of over thousands of stars that are getting dimmer as we speak. What ails you, little dragon?
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Dreville/Drarry
(Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter)
(Draco malfoy/Neville Longbottom)
Possibly all, I'm feeling sad and daring.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.