DEATH AND THE DRAGON, - a dark, hard and soft draco malfoy love story.

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Discovering who I really am is a journey I've wanted to do for a long time.

Rebellion is an emotion that I have never felt in my life. It's a puzzle I'd been trying to solve; trying to understand what it really looks like, but I just couldn't. Maybe because the missing peace was never around me until now; a missing piece I'd never thought it would look like someone, a person, that I would find years later.

Him.

Dragon.

And now I've found it. I can finally explore what it feels like. Never, in my life, I would have done this seventeen years ago. I wouldn't even consider the possibility that I was worthy of being able to touch fire and not get burned.
That night, when the adrenaline ignited in my bones, I felt different ever since. I thought, during the strong descent in the dark sky, that I was simply going to die and no memories of my life played in my brain.

And that was simply because I didn't live that much.

And then, the last piece of the puzzle came. And it made rebellion desirable ever since.

I had walked in such a boring, linear way my whole life and did what was expected of me, but the chains had finally been broken - created once by my own brain, because fear flourished too soon at a young age, and not only I morphed into it, the others around me did too.

If you live by the fear of living life because you're afraid to miss the opportunity to experience it, that'll be the way to actually lose it forever.

Time can't be rewinded.

Make every hour count.

抖阴社区 every memory.

Make it count. All of it.

Now, I have found myself meeting up with someone I never thought I would ever consider doing this idea with.

But I have regretted so many wrong things in my life. Why should I regret this now?

Temporary.

I shake off my brain and I go to the library.

Malfoy is sitting on the library couch, his arms spread, his feet on top of the table - shoes flawlessly cleaned, shining my own reflection, eyes closed but not muscle spasming yet, so I figure he might not be fully sleeping. My intrusive thoughts, however, are wanting to sit besides him and scream in his ear, but I don't want to get murdered today.

I sit in front of him, his cologne must be expensive because I can smell him from here, he opens an eye curiously, scanning me, "I've been waiting for you for thirty two minutes."

"That's oddly specific." I whisper, giving a confused grin since I can't read his face that well. The library around here isn't that full right now, but I still remain my soft voice as I learn foward so he could hear me, "I was busy." I say, rubbing the coldness of my hands. I always have cold hands.

He sits straight, tilting his head to the side as he asks, ''What were you doing all this time?''

''I was...'' I can't say. I swallow. ''studying.''

"Nobody studies at this hour." he says, "You're a psycopthat."

I roll my eyes. It's very interesting to watch this human being calling me crazy, though he's the one who had this idea that could get us expelled. "Hypocrite."

Malfoy laughs, "Alright, Anderson. I managed to find something." he smiles at me, eyes brighten up, sparkling like a diamond, "Something really brilliant, actually. You're going to love it. I am an absolute genius."