She waited silently on the cold white marble floor, its cold seeping into her pale skin. She was waiting for the throbbing pain to subside.
But it didn't.
The maniacal lady sent the curse at her again. "Crucio!" she shrieked. Her wild pitch black hair spun around her head like a tornado.
The girl on the floor thrashed around. Pain coursed through her body like her very being was in flames. Her eyes were shut tight and stray tears were released. Although she felt like screaming at the top of her lungs, her mouth was closed and she refused to let out a sound.
"You don't want to tell me where the sword is?" the woman asked her. She leaned over the girl, her hot and putrid breath hit her face. The girl turned her face in disgust.
"Look at me girl!" the lady forced her face to look at her insane face. The woman's eyes were heavily lidded with a look of insanity in them. Every time she spoke there was a hint of crazy amusement in them like she was enjoying this game of torture.
The girl stared at her with determined eyes. She would not give in.
The woman let out a cry and threw her head back. Her wild black hair swirled around her face like a tornado.
Then, she pulled out a knife: a silver blade with a pitch black handle that had intricate designs carved into it. It looked so dangerously beautiful.
The crazy woman waved it around carelessly and had a face of pure amusement. "Now tell me," she said to the girl on the floor who now had a hint of fear in her eyes. "What on earth am I going to do with this?"
The girl just stared at the blade. She looked for a way out or a familiar face to calm her nerves. Her chocolate brown eyes fell upon an old school friend's eyes. Chocolate met silver and they held mixed emotions.
Hermione Granger was looking at the face of the one and only Draco Malfoy.
