Craving.
Once again this craving.
My stroll interrupted by this craving.
I smell it all, the filth and joy of others. But no one must know, not even him.
"Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way!" Speak of the devil. The courtyard this large and he finds me here. He made a bee line to me; always so angry with the world around him. Always so angry with me. He swam his fingers through my hair. I can smell the malice in his Slitherin blood. Blinding pain shoot through my spine. Locks of my ebony hair were firmly clenched in his hands. He jerked my back into his chest. "You gothic whore, where have you been?! You know I hate waiting!" He whispered forcefully into my ear. "Here Draco…" Where he told me to be. Again I'm the thing he takes his hate out on. This once invisible no body of the school. "Hey Eb!"
More familiar voices call to me. I don't open my eyes. They would have been filled with tears anyway. Why cause worry and only bring more pain to Draco and, in turn, my self. He let's go and runs his fingers through my hair.
Pretending.
Lying.
They talk in default replays.
Bell chimes.
Repeat daily life.
[ Chapter 2]
Cold.
Why is it so frigid?
My bed, I could almost feel it stealing what little heat I do create.
I look around to see my room mates beds emptied. As always, their smells linger making my mouth water.
That craving again. My haunting-
"Eb? You up yet?" she's here. I almost jump from under the covers when I smell the pure blood enter the dorm. Black hair peer from behind the slowly cracking door. She knew by now how to enter my room. She has the scars the show what happens when you're carless. "Willow," I smile eagerly await her. "Please come, come." She walked in and sat on the bed. I pull my way to her and drape my arms around her.
"Mornin' Will, your a little late don't you think?" "Didn't want to interrupt if Malfoy was here." she chucked. "Not funny Will, He's not one to joke about. He's-"
My nose flare as I caught the taste of her blood again pulsing though her. I couldn't stop the trembling. She noticed and shook her little head as I plead with myself to pull away from here neck. "You hungry?" She asked with a smile. I nod. She sighed and flung her wrist in front of me, "not a lot 'Kay? I do need to go about my morning too. "I chuck. She was the only one who knew my secret and my only way I can go semi- undetected in this school.
My body pulsed.
Teeth grew and cheeks pinking.
I make contract and burst the flesh. Willow gasped but endured like she always did.
Like she always will.
::Lunch::
I scale u to the mess hall not wanting food.
Not wanting to been enter.
But to keep up this lie.
Drake awaits me at the door, like he always does.
"Ebony"
"Draco"
"I have a question."
"I may have an answer."
"Don't get smart with me!" his voice echoed some into the hall some stared.
He pulled on my arm and forced me inside. People stopped looking.
"Now then, my question. Will you come with to Hodsmeade? "
"If I may ask, fiendish reason?"
"a concert. Good Charlotte. You in or not?"
I feared what would happen if I said no. "Well?!" he barked. "Yes" I smile sweetly. "Of course" "Good" he pulls me into a distant, posed hug and rushed off.
I hope you enjoyed reading that. I'm not planning on changing much in the story; I just want it to make sense. I actually like the idea of her story. Lol and being that her spelling and grammar was worst then mine, it made me feel better about myself. Schadenfreude! I don't have a "Raven" helping me so sorry, no big A/N fights but if you need the "Stop flamin the styros you perps!" I will provide them the best I can. I don't know if this is to help her get her story across in a way others would like or just a fan's way of show some love to the most hated story in the world. More to come either way. Thanks for reading. I hope mine didn't drop your IQ like hers did.
Last note: I don't know the Harry Potter universe very well. If I spell something wrong or someone is out of character, 1- Blame Tara. I'm working straight off her work, 2- Sorry, really am. And 3- Help me then! Lol.