Not really sure what to say for this one, just read and hopefully enjoy!

Yelling

So much yelling

Then a crash of thunder

A sobbing Brunette

And suddenly a hit, hard and forceful

She fell

And then she ran

Through the castle and out the front gate

Bare feet in the wet grass

Soaked in cold rain

Drenched in the darkness

Across the grounds and finally to the trees

The forbidden forest

      Her name was called from across the grounds but she paid no mind to it, didn't even look back to see who was chasing her, she didn't care. Tears still falling, adrenaline pumping, the spot next to her eye red and bleeding, but all in all, she wanted to do this, she needed to do this. The first step was the easiest, soft leaves crunching beneath her muddy feet, the smell of the trees wafting to her, the thick mist hitting her in the face. A hit. It seemed only now that she realized that was what had brought her here. A fight and a hit. 

      Suddenly she was running again, the faceless voice which chased her becoming far too close for her liking. Through the woods, running blindly. The centaurs didn't scare her, she didn't think twice about the giant spiders, not a care about the werewolves, she just kept running.

Pounding feet

Hard breath

Racing mind

      The sticks which stabbed her feet only fueled her run. She was tired, that was easy to see, her baggy and swollen eyes, her wet and frizzy hair, her pajamas which consisted of nothing more than a faded Griffendoor T-shirt and clingy shorts, which stuck to her like glue under the rain. She just kept running, the voice which was chasing her became two voices, much more distant and getting further away. She didn't exactly know what she was looking for, maybe the lake Harry had found only days ago, maybe to the west of the Forrest, leading out to the far end of Hogsmeed, she didn't care, she just kept running.

     She went on for what could have easily been half an hour, but then, suddenly, a root sticking up out of the darkness, caught her foot and sent her plummeting to the ground. But the ground never came. Instead,  two long arms, clad in a white shirt, now drenched and slightly see through, quickly caught her waist. Her head landed on a firm chest. As she felt the arms begin to pull away, she clung to the torso of which her arms were wrapped around, she buried her face in the white shirt, sobbing. She had been sobbing for as long as she had been running, but she hadn't known it, not until now. 

       Draco looked down at the brunette which clung to him, holding as if she would fall and never stand again if she let go. He knew she didn't know it was him, he didn't really want her to. He had caught her out of sheer reaction, but now she held him and he felt his core tighten. His arms were up, hovering above her back as he stared at her in bewilderment, but soon he slowly lowered his arms and held her back. Any distance between them was closed off when he pulled her in closer, her legs which had been limp, now straightened out , her feet finding comfort tucked between his own. They stood like that for a while, in silence as she sobbed. She trembled in his arms, both from the cold that she must have been feeling, due to her lack of proper clothing, and from her sobs.

      Finally after a long while, she started to notice more things, like how his hands fit so perfectly on her head and the small of her back. Or how he didn't hesitate to hold her closer if she began to tremble again. Or his smell, how it- his smell, it was oddly familiar, like smoke and flower petals at the same time, like rain water and blood, like Draco. She slowly lifted her head and opened her eyes, though her arms remained around him.

    "Draco?" Was all she could manage to say.

    'She called me Draco.' Was all he could manage to think. 

    "I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to keep running." It was only then that he noticed the large gash next to her eye. With only a second of hesitation, he slowly, tenderly, lifted his hand to it, tracing his thumb over it as his hand cupped her cheek. She gave him a broken smile and shook her head. Instead of leaving, instead of speaking, she just buried her face in his chest again, breathing him in, holding him closer. 

     "No need to run, now that you're here."