She craved him, and he craved her.
They couldn't seem to be apart from each other, yet destiny had a funny way of interfering.
It was as if being apart was written in the stars.
But then again, stars burn and last, and in the same way, Anastasia and Draco had an undying, eternally lasting flame.
It was inextinguishable.
Fate, however, contrary to destiny, pulled them towards the other. They would fight for control, like oil and water believing they could overpower the other. A clash of them both would lead to one conclusion.
Would fate or destiny win?
There was only one problem, however, that outshined all their other obstacles.
He was her father's best friend.