alluringly entwined | f.w, d.m

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She inhaled and pressed her lips together, focusing all her attention to his wound. She ignored all the voices and the tremors in her hands and the feelings that were making her head spin.

Her shoulders rolled back and her eyes relaxed the best they could as she flitted them shut. She attempted to relax her hands the best to her ability and then she exhaled.

A dark silver shimmer gleamed under her caramel skin and ran down her veins to her palms. The shimmer shined bright under her skin as she focused on her intentions.

Under her palms, she felt his skin mend itself together slowly. She could feel the reluctance of his skin meshing together due to her lack of focus, but she was trying.

She was trying her best.

Exhaustion was pouring over her body as she finished and gasped out the breath she'd been holding in. She opened her eyes and ripped open his shirt to see his wound.

She brushed her fingertips gently over his healed skin, blood staining his pale skin and her hands.

Her head nodded, nodding more to herself. "Okay," she said out loud, though she didn't sound as confident as she wanted to sound. "Okay."

She stood from the floor before crouching down and grasping his hands. Moments from sobbing, she groaned as she tried to haul him up from the ground, but failed miserably against the limpness of his weight.

"Draco, please." A sob erupted her throat, but she was trying not to collapse onto the floor. "Come on, we need to go to the Hospital Wing."

She tried again, pulling him up by his hands, but they remained limp around hers and his body did not move.

She dropped to the floor, into his pool of blood.

She was so tired. She almost wanted to close her eyes and sleep. Sleep off everything.

Oshun was on the floor clutching onto the fabric of his shirt, sobbing and begging him to wake up. Her chest was stuttering in sync with her breaths and her sounds were incoherent.

"Please, please," she kept saying, tugging at his shirt as she blubbered into his chest.

Time was passing by too slowly in her mind and she didn't even know how many minutes had passed.

All she knew was that she was sobbing uncontrollably into his chest, telling him he needed to wake up, telling him she loved him, telling him she needed him.

She gasped and her sobs took an abrupt pause when she felt a large hand clutch the back of her head weakly.

Slowly, she peeled her face from his chest and through her blurry vision, looked at him. "Draco?" she whispered.

The boy's eyes were fluttering, weakly so. A dragged out grunt drew from his lips before he coughed fraily.

Her hand palmed his jaw softly, running her thumb across his cheekbone. "Draco," she said before she was sobbing in his chest again.

"Hi, my sweet girl." His voice was so raspy and weak that it only made her cry harder.

She pulled back after a beat or two and cupped his fragile face in her hands. "You're alive," she said through her sob, tears streaming down her blotchy cheeks. "You're alive."

The very edge of his lip lifted into the faintest, but cockiest smirk. "I couldn't let Weasley have you that easily, could I?" he said unevenly, blinking slowly.

She laughed.

She actually laughed.

A tearful one as she shook her head. "I suppose not," she said as the relief allowed her bones to ease up from their tension. "I love you. I love you. I love you." She inched in to kiss his forehead repeatedly, her tears smearing between her lips and his skin.