a l o n e (Safira)

[broken]

Demetri smiled gently, caressing Safira. He merely nodded his head in thanks, and in agreement. He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Safira's lips. He allowed the gentle kiss to linger before pulling away. "I wasn't questioning the love we share. I am wondering, however, how I got so incredibly lucky with you."

[bugock]

"Fate decided it," Safira said very quietly, placing her hands upon Demetri's chest and laying her head on his shoulder. Being with Demetri filled her with such undeniable happiness, nothing in the world made Safira feel so on top of the world. Though this glee was marred with a sense of dread, Safira had read in the Daily Prophet that morning that her father had escaped from Azkaban. That in itself was terribly frightening, as Draco would have needed help. No doubt he was a Death Eater once more.

[broken]

Demetri wrapped his arms around Safira gently, holding her close to him. Seeing as her chest was against his, he could feel her pulse quicken slightly. His mind jumped to what he had read in the Prophet, about her father escaping from Azkaban. He gently kissed the top of her head to comfort her, but said nothing. If she wanted to discuss it with him, it would be brought up by her, and her only. The last thing he wanted to do was to upset her.

[bugock]

The last thing that Safira wanted to do was discuss the fact that her father had escaped from Azkaban, it marred any shred of happiness that she could ever obtain, so she pretended that he was still locked up. Pansy had certainly been behaving strangely recently, she would often leave the house for the entire day, leaving before anyone woke and returning long after everyone went to bed. No doubt Pansy was out there, looking for Draco. "I love you," Safira whispered.