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

The girl with the blue hair was always trouble.

That's what they had told him.

Blue like the ocean, tears you down into the depths, into the void where the moonlight can't touch,

Weights you down, until you're entirely deprived of oxygen,

"Be careful," They warned, "be careful not to implode, it must be a lot of pressure."

But Dragon liked that pressure, his blue haired girl that he would never forget,

His blue haired girl that he would always love,

His little Blue.

He loved Blue,

It was the only thing - besides his mother; that gave some sort of light in his life.

It was the only thing, that gave him colour, in his eyes.

It was the only thing, that finally, finally, gave him a chance to see the world a bit differently.

Only grey and black. Those were the only colours he could see.

Even though blue was a sad colour, at least he saw it.

And that meant something.

So, he held on to that.

"She's dangerous." they warned, "She's just as dangerous as death. It will only slow you down, Dragon."

But Dragon burned them alive,

He'd burn Hell and Heaven for her.

He'd burn the innocent, the evil and the grey for that girl,

Dragon couldn't give a shit; he didn't care or worry that the only thing he ever loved was turning into his own destruction, just because of a silly little girl,

But she wasn't just a silly little girl,

She was his,

And it is his job to protect her,

So, he did.

Dragon would've done anything,

Dragon did everything,

Dragon destroyed whoever came

To protect her.

Draco did everything

for Blue.