''Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if I had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.''
-Robert Frost.
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''It st-started with a-a burn; wi-with a fire that erupted m-me to life,'' I answered as I stared at my trembling hands.
His eyes that resembled orbs of liquid gold, bore into me as he asked the next question, ''And how will it end?''
''I-I...I don't know,'' I stammered as tears blossomed from my tear glands, ''H-how am I su-supposed to decide th-that?! I can't do it!'' I had never felt so helpless before.
''I have lived for a thousands of years, my dear, and never have I heard such a poor lie,'' he commented as his lips twisted into a smirk, ''So, tell me, Delilah, what will you choose? The frost of fire, or the inferno of ice?''
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My name is Delilah Storme.
There was a time when I refused to believe in love and magic.
There was a time when my largest concerns were: to get good grades and flee far away from my foul father; keep myself from breaking a promise I made to my mother, who slept six feet underground; try to forget the bitter aftertaste of a mistake woven into a boy, who hid his secrets behind a philanderous lifestyle.
But then I met him.
A man who I had thought merely existed in the pages of stories written millenniums ago, and the fibers of mythology.
A man, who seemed to have subconsciously sworn to change my beliefs regarding love, and magic.
A man like no other.
And then, nothing was the same.
Note: There are going to be some spelling errors and grammatical errors in this book, due to my lack of time to edit the chapters once I'm done with them. However, I can promise you that the errors aren't bad enough to have you turn away from this story, and that it's worth the read (hopefully :) ). Please do read on, and I hope you enjoy the story :D
What is right and what is easy (Book 1) [A Draco Malfoy Love Story]
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"You know I'm not a man of many wise words Chloe Potter." Said the boy, who I have always thought as rather dim "and I don't care who you are, or who you're related to..."
"Ugh, where exactly are you going with this?" I rolled my eyes, looking into the amber flames of the fire that set homely and warm light around the room. The way the light danced across the walls made it seem as though the two of us were not alone.
"The same way we've been trying to go for about two years" He said "come on, you can't really be that blind can you?"
I paused, no idea what an earth he was talking about. I didn't reply to him, I just sat there. Refusing to talk to him, to give into what he was saying. He caught on and continued, as though my response wouldn't have mattered anyway.
"You don't see the way he looks at you."
I scoffed and tore my eyes away from the fireplace "and how exactly does he look at me, may I ask?"
There was a sickening silence falling around the room as he sat in deep thought for a while. He joined me on the sofa and stared into the flames I had found comfort in looking into only seconds before. It was a small while before he spoke again and the words lingered around my head for an even longer time. It may not have even been what he had said, or even whether it was the truth. It was just the simplicity of it that made me want to hear more.
"Like you're a wild fire and he's just desperate to burn."
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*I do not own the Harry Potter series.
*All characters and story lines belong to J.K Rowling (Besides Chloe, who is my own character)
*this is set in the 4th year.