A/N: Hi! Here it is! This is just a teaser for the real story. I've got it almost finished but I don't want to upload all the chapters at once. So I'll probably add two at a time or something like that... who knows? Anyways, this is just a little peak into the revised version of Draco Malfoy and the Gryffindor Princess.

Disclaimer: I'm just going to lay it all on the table. I own nothing but the plot! And you know what? I'm perfectly fine with that.

Prologue

"He knows. He found us." His voice was frantic as he stormed into the room where she stood by the window.

"How? How did he find us?" Her voice was calm, but slightly shaken with surprise.

"I don't know. Someone betrayed us, my love." He cupped her hands in his as her eyes blurred with tears. "We can still run. We have a chance. But we need hurry. Don't take anything with you, just grab something warm to wear and meet me in the garden." He left the room as she ran to the chair wear her cloak hung. She ran outside as she thrust her arms into the sleeves. The night smelled like rain.

"Love, hurry!" She cried out as her heart began to race in panic. It was a matter of life and death.

"I'm here! Run!" He grabbed her hand and led her into the woods. They dodged trees and bushes as they ran in a blinded flee of survival. They were being hunted. The smell of wet pine and moss filled their lungs as they forced their bodies to go faster and faster. Her foot got caught in a root and she fell to the spongy ground. Mud seeped into her clothes, wetting her skin. He pulled her up and began to pull her into another direction.

"I can't run anymore! My love, I can't run anymore!" He didn't stop.

"We have to! We have to get as far away as possible!" Her throat was drying out and her heart was pounding. She had never run this fast in her entire life. It wasn't a problem for her lover, he was in shape. All the practice in Quidditch had helped him for this moment. But she was nowhere in shape to run this far at this pace. She jerked her hand away from his.

"I can't run anymore!" Her voice was shaky with lack of oxygen. His eyes were alert as he scanned the area.

"We can rest for a bit, but you have to understand, we can't stay in one spot for long." She knelt down, putting her hands on her knees. She realized now she was shivering. She was cold from the mud that caked itself on her.

"I can't go on like this, I'm not as athletic as you. Please, just a bit longer." He looked at her.

"You're shivering…" He walked towards her and pulled off his own cloak and draped it around her shoulders. "Here, wear this."

"It's too heavy, it'll only make me slower." She stood to face him. Her hair was damp and sticking to the sides of her face. He pushed a strand behind her ear.

"It doesn't matter. I'll make sure we live. Trust me. Are you still tired?" She breathed in deeply, feeling her chest heave forward with exhaustion.

"I… I don't know." Her voice was small and her eyes were heavy with tears. She finally burst into sobs as he held her close to his body.

"You're so cold." He rubbed her arms with his hands. She body was shaking against his.

"I'm scared, my love… what if… what if…" She sniffled and looked into his eyes. "What if we die?"

A/N: Hm... so, what do you think? I know it's not much, but at least you know that I'm actually following through with what I said! Hahaha... me? Actually doing what I said I would do? That's a rare moment. Anyways, thanks for being patient and in less than a week this story will be up and running. Yay! (crowd cheers madly) You guys are so great.

Much love, Brokenpens