Disclaimer: Right. So. Disclaimer time lubbs. All the characters you've never heard of; Valentine, Bella, and of course the adorable Micah with his kitty-eyes, are all mine. Not. Yours. As for the others... Well we all know the Blond God that is Draco Malfoy is J.K Rowlings. -grumbles- No matter how much the rest of us may want him.. Right. -cough- The other cannons are hers to but the rest are mine. Good? Good.

Beta: Teh loverly Chrissykitty and I had Mr.Darkheartedmage read it over and give me his opinion, as well as Alliecat.

Imprecation \im-prih-KAY-shuhn\, noun:
1. The act of imprecating, or invoking evil upon someone.
2. A curse.

Wounded

The sound of echoing sobs was all that filled the silence of the hallway that was the seventh floor. Female sobs, strangled as the slender fiigure stumbled from the RoR only hours after a lean male figure had sauntered away from the same room with an elegant smirk in place. The female swiped away at her mascara stained tears, smudging black onto her cheeks. She let an agravated cry past her thin, elegant lips and pulled her softly curling blonde locks. How many times had she let him do this to her?! How many times had she let him gain control over her, how many times had she bought his bullshit lies?! How many times had he managed to get her into the state she was in now?! And the million dollar question was, how much longer would she deal with it?

The lean female took a deep shaky breath and slowly let it out to compost herself. She couldn't very well go back into the common room looking like a mess and risk someone seeing her. She ran her fingertips under her eyes to get the stray smudged of mascara and gave a dignified sniff before starting on her way to the common room, reajusting her long golden curls in the process. She straightened her spine as the heels of her knee high boots clicked against the stone floor, venturing down to the cool dungeons. She pushed into the common room, running her fingers through her long bangs and looking up to see a male figure sillouted in the light from the fire and froze momentarily.

Under the weight of her gaze he turned his head and dark eyes to spot her a few steps from the doorway, he blinked in slight confusion. "Valentine?" he questioned in slight concern. Valentine, that was the females name after all, relaxed at the familiar voice that was warm with concern, melting her cold shell.

She let a frown grace her lips and reach her eyes and in the dim light from the fire he could see it. "Val, what happened? Come here." he told her patting the empty seat by him. She hesitated a second before walking over and plopping down next to him, he ajusted himself to face her and noticed her mascara stained cheeks. "He did it again didn't he?" he asked with a frown, hint of anger underlying in his voice.

Valentine simply sighed and nodded leaning the line of her body against his chest. "Yes Micah, he did it again." she murmured, wrapping her arms around the slender boys waist. Micah was one out of her two only best and close friends here at Hogwarts, one of the two only people who knew her well enough to be related but thank god they weren't, she could only take so much advice from her two best friends without getting annoyed. Micah shook his head making his dark brown curly shoulder length hair bounce. "How this time?" he asked in a weary tone, wrapping his toned arms around her waist with a sigh. She shook her head and burried her face in his chest.

"Same. We had a great day together and then he had to go off to do something and told me to meet him in the RoR tonight so I did just to have him kiss me on the cheek and tell me he needs his space and we should have a break." she muttered miserably. Micah's only response was to scoff and roll his eyes before running his fingers through her hair. "Well want to hear something that might make you laugh?" he asked on a brighter note. She let out a sigh, this was always how Micah tried to cheer her up, by making her laugh she shrugged simply.

"Sure why not." Ovbiously he didn't catch the tone she used, he just started his story. "Well I was walking down the hall today during classes to get to the bathroom-" Valentine tuned out now. It was probably some story about how Micah got to sneek a peek at some guys length. Micah was bi, openly for the most part and sometimes the same things over and over got boring but for the most part he wasn't a typical gay or bi guy, didn't talk like one, had a fashion sense but not a flashy-I-wear-every-color-of-the-rainbow- kind. He talked about guys but not obsessively like others. And even though sometimes he critisized her outfits, he was fun to shop with and completed the little trio they had.

"You aren't even listening to my story." came the dark tone from her above her and she pulled her face from his chest, pushing her train of thought back into the crevices of her mind before frowning. "I know, Sorry." he murmured. "I just want to crash on my bed and sleep this night away." she grumbled and he simply nodded in understanding, letting go of her so she could stand only after kissing her on the forehead. He didn't like seeing her like this and he was getting sick of having to pick up her pieces just to have them broken up again by the same stupid arrogant asshole that did this to her. She sighed and slipped from his arms. "Night Micah." she murmured before heading toward the stairs to the girls dorms. "Night Val." he whispered in response before sighing and settling back into the couch cushions and watching the flames dance around in the stone fireplace, returning to his previous train of thought.

Valentine trudged up the stairs and pushed the door open to her dormitory to spot Bella already asleep. Bella was the last member of there trio. The three had been best friends for longer then they could remember. She sighed to herself and shook her head a bit. She'd just fill her in at breakfast then. She sat on the edge of her bed and pulled off her boots, setting them to the side quietly before pulling off her skirt and top and slipping on an oversized t-shirt before tying up her hair and crawling under her warm beckoning covers. She didn't want to think about what had happened only hours ago in that room, all she wanted to do was sleep the memories away and dream of happier times. She reached across her bed and turned out the light before settling into a comfortable position, feeling sleep pull at her the second she closed her eyes.