It was like playing with fire. Nerve-wracking, the threshold of danger, like the sparkling beckoning of flames. Enticing, heart pounding. But that is what Draco was. A steep plummet from safety. Trusting him to hold her up, but for how long? It was a dangerous charade to be playing, fraught with pleasure, sickeningly enticing, an alluring mirage that would likely end in that steep, abrupt drop. 