In which love lived to be lethal, and sin strived to heal all.
"I will kill every soul that tries to scratch yours."
They would constantly tear the world apart to keep each other in pieces.
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A slow-burn Draco Malfoy love story with a heavy plo...
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Amelie Avery.
Draco kissed her back, and his hands wrapped around her waist in the most protective — heartwarming way she had ever felt. It was as if his bones were made for hers. His arms fitted her perfectly.
'' Avery—'' He hummed into her parted lips as he slightly tended back. His eyes fell upon her, '' Are you alright?''
Her eyes peeled open as she looked at the blonde boy holding her — Draco looked so at peace, so gentle as if this was all he had wanted to do. He finally got to kiss her, to taste the purity on her lips, and there wasn't a thing in this world that could compare to that.
Amelie's fingers brushed against the sleek hair on the back of his neck, and it was soft — smoother than she remembered it to be, but not everywhere — not like the strands that fell over this forehead, they were much softer.
It felt like silk, and his scent of clean cotton tore through her senses,
'' I'm okay.'' She mumbled, and as that word escaped her lips, giving him the reassurance and the blessing that she was more than sufficient with what happened between them — his face still shifted in doubt, his eyes flickered all over her as if he was scared — worried that he'd hurt her again.
But he hadn't. He couldn't because her heart wouldn't stop fluttering. He cared for her — he told her that he cared for her, and she cared for him — in a heartbreaking way — in a way that lingered with pain, hurt, and memories that held nothing more than torture.
This, right here, was greater than any stain of the past had the possibility to be.
'' It's Amelie.'' She blurted out, her eyes fell dearly over him as she still rested in his lap, '' I want you to call me Amelie.''
He rose a brow. His jaws clenched and unclenched, '' Really?''
She smiled, and her heart once again tripped a beat, '' Really.''
Draco's hands moved down the length of her back, and he leaned in one more time — with her lips pushed against his — he smiled.
'' Then Amelie it is.'' He mumbled into her parted lips, and the tips of her fingers combed through his hair, '' Amelie, Amelie, Amelie.'' Draco kept on saying her name — he never wanted to stop speaking it.
It was just them, him and her — and not a problem in the world could touch them right now. His grip of her waist loosened for a slight moment before he pulled her inches closer again. The second he did that — the instant their lips parted and the cold air tickled at her lower lip,
Adrian.
Reality hit her — more severe than a train at high speed. Her hand forced into Draco's chest before she pushed herself off of him, and she ran out. Amelie stumbled her way back to her room, and she slammed the door shut behind her.
