He had always liked to play with fire.

[autumn_scarlet]

He’d always liked to play with fire.

When he was younger he would steal into the room of the mother that always seemed so perfect, for the little box of wooden bits she kept on her top shelf and disappear into the sunset in a blaze of glory. He would march so possessively into His forest to the place he was sure no one could see him. And there

Comments

[daintress]

That's so sad. For both couples - and I almost feel worse for his parents than for him.

[autumn_scarlet]

Awh. Yeah, I know. I wanted to show the pressure that Draco's put under, and how his parents just can't agree. Thats what it always feels like to me... like, while both of them love him, they love him for different reasons kind of thing.

And thankyou love, I'm glad you read it.

xx

[love_eachother]

I've always liked this story.
:]
Beautiful in such a sad way.

[autumn_scarlet]

I'm just glad I finally finished it.

-takes it off to do list-

I love you
xx

[meteor_love_17]

aww
its very good phoeb.
yay for it being finished now.
It's perfect now.
i like it.
I feel sorry for him, she's such a little player lol.
xx

[autumn_scarlet]

Awh. Thankyou so much lovely.

I love painting Ginny just as bad as Draco is.

xx