❝SHE BURNED BRIGHTER THAN YOUR FUTURE ❞
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Liana Holly's life was a mystery, a puzzle and in some aspects, a down right disaster. With the disappearance of her parents when she was barely seven years old to the discovery that her family was not as sh...
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DRACO Malfoy sprinted down the corridors of Hogwarts as fast as he could, urgently trying to find Liana before word spread through gossip about Harry and Ginny's kiss. His mind flitted to all the places he knew she liked to go: the owlery, the astronomy tower, Gryffindor common room, the library. But something told Draco she wouldn't be in any of these places. Liana had had an emotionally and physically trying day, she'd want to be somewhere soothing and refreshing without other people around.
It was falling dark outside and the sun was setting in a glorious display of golden and scarlet, like watercolour paints running into each other, and just hovering above the horizon there was the crescent moon sliding into view. Draco hurried out into the courtyard to see only a few stragglers wandering around to enjoy the last moments of evening fresh air before they returned to their common rooms for curfew.
He glanced about but couldn't see any sign of Liana's familiar red curls. So he persisted, walking out of the courtyard and into the grounds, his prefects badge pinned to his chest so no one would question his movements. He was just about to give up his fruitless search for Liana, guessing he must've been wrong about her whereabouts, when he spotted a pair of ankles dangling out of a tree by the black lake.
Draco marched down the hill, heading towards the tree, almost laughing at how typical of Liana it was to stick herself up a tree to try and escape curfew and everyone around her. As he neared the shore of the black lake Liana came more clearly into view. She was perched on a large branch that speared off from the sturdy tree trunk, her legs loosely crossed and hanging down carelessly as she smoked a cigarette and observed the scenery through the myriad of leaves surrounding her. Her short red hair was blowing gently in her face like dragon's flames and as Draco approached the tree, those sparkling blue eyes flickered over to him, a small smile lighting up her face.
"To what do I owe the pleasure Draco?" Liana asked. Draco raised an eyebrow at the tone of her voice. Instead of her usual velvety tone her voice sounded like chalk against a blackboard and a closer look at her face showed blotchy red cheeks and slightly smeared eye makeup.
"Are you crying Liana?" Draco wondered as he leant against the tree trunk to stare up at her. Liana snorted, as if this idea was completely absurd.
"Bollocks. My eyes were just watering," she snapped and Draco rolled his eyes, reaching a hand out to rest comfortably on one of Liana's long extended legs, his thumb tracing smooth circles on her skin. Liana shivered at the contact.
"But really- why are you here? Not that I'm completely opposed to your company," Liana questioned and Draco sighed, his fingers pausing in their movement on Liana's calf.
"You're not gonna like my answer. I think you should come down from the tree first. Don't worry, I'll catch you if you want," Draco advised and Liana looked rather disappointed that she was wasting half a cigarette. But there was a sense of urgency in his voice that made Liana think it was probably best that she do as he say. She took one, long, last drag before stubbing it out and moving herself to the edge of the branch.
