I've killed, I've came to rescue. But never myself.

What will you do in order to seduce the one you love? And then, how wil you kill him?

 A man was sitting in between the shadows of his room, in an old armchair, with his chin resting on his crossed fingers and his eyes staring at the beautiful woman sleeping in his bed. The dreams she indulged herself in, he would have paid his life for… The morning was about to come.

A chill ran down his spine: Hermione. He was going to see her again, if only in a memory. Was he ready to find out more about her? Could he take her pain and understand her torment? Come what may, he was not turning back. For he had craved to know her even since the first time he had laid eyes on her. And he was tired of secrets.

Draco raised his wand and whispered, “Legilimens”.

“There’s no escape, no evading, there’s just crushed hope weighing on our hearts day by day. We want to see the light, but the light is filtered until it turns an ugly shade of red. A way out. That’s all we want.”