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Author's Note: So I LOVE dramione stuff. This just came to me while listening to "Stone Cold" by Demi Lovato (I get inspired by music…). While I could have taken this in a far more angst-y direction, I didn't…because I'm a sucker haha. I can add to this...so I figure I'd wait and see if people would be interested in reading more before posting (:
Stone Cold
What can I say? I've been a sucker for him since I can remember…well, maybe not the entire time I knew him….but things changed. So did he.
I saw the look in his eyes. He couldn't believe that they brought us through those massive wooden doors. The ominous sky was a clear sign of what we were going to endure. As lightening flashed (or was it a spell someone cast..?) I saw the reflection of terror in his eyes. I was a bit surprised to see it.
Maybe there was something more to him…
I tried my best to distort Harry's face. I had to keep him safe. I signed up for this willingly. I knew the consequences. I accept anything that comes my way. Luckily with Draco's help, they could not clearly identify Harry. He fought hard against them while they separated us. I gave him a knowing look, silently telling him I would be okay. They, of course, knew who I was. That bitch. That laugh. She got a kick out of having me in her grasp. I was all hers now.
I didn't physically put up much a battle. I knew there was no way I could win that. Mentally, I prepared myself. I knew that what she was going to put me through was not going to be a walk in the park. I knew it wasn't going to be quick or pleasant.
She kept yelling at me. Her words muffled noises as I took in my surroundings. A handful of DeathEaters gathered around to watch her torture me. I only heard a few words clearly….mudblood, bitch, worthless, trash.
Then my eyes caught his.
Immediately, the pain flowed throughout my body. Scorching my nerves. So this is what it feels like…my body collapses to the floor. I contort in ways I didn't know possible. I grit my teeth hard.
It stops.
She asks where Potter is…..
"I'll never tell."
Before I could even finish my statement, the pain was back. Worse, if possible, than before. Coursing through my veins. She watches me. Her eyes glittering with mad satisfaction. She stops. Asks the same question thinking I had enough.
"Never"
The third time was a charm. My mouth flew open, my vocal chords straining. I let out a guttural scream. The pain…my body. I wonder what condition I'll be left in. Will I survive?
The severe pain stops, but my body aches. She decides I deserve to be marked. I can't move. I'm unsure if it's because my body was so worn down or she bound me down with a spell. I'm sure it was a combination of both.
She pulled out a sharp knife. It gleamed in the soft light that came through the windows. She grabbed my arm. She has decided to scar me forever with the word she believes best describes me, making sure I'd never forget what I am or where I came from.
I try so hard to remain cold. Trying hard to hide my feelings so they don't show in my eyes or on my face.
She begins and I can't stop the tears from streaming down my face. I roll my head away from the arm she is defacing, the tears drip to the floor. I find his eyes, he seems to plead with me to hold on. My resolve is crumbling. All I can do if try not to scream and give her the pleasure of my pain. That began to get increasing kind of difficult, with each passing letter the pain increased. The fire like pain is wearing me thin.
I can feel the blood dripping down my arm. Smoothly gliding off my arm.
I hold his gaze.
I see him slip his hand under his cloak.
No, no, no.
Is he doing what I think he is doing?
My eyes open wide, pleading him to not go down that path. It is suicide. There is no way he would make it out of here alive. My eyes implore him to stay safe, be reasonable.
He narrows his eyes. They are filled with such anger watching her do this to me.
((I don't want to see anymore—I can't stand by any longer…))
I roll my head. My eyes staring at the ceiling. They slowly close.
I flashback to all of my memories. School, my friends….and him. Our fights, our few and far between civil discussions. Was there something there? But he always had a girl on his arm…pureblood, of course. There would be no way…..but I remember him on his broom. The blinding smile on his face, perfect. The joy in his eyes, or even how he felt so accomplished if he bested me on a test.
How he frustrated me and made me long for him all at the same time.
My eyes open.
These thoughts, these moments happen so fast, but feel like an eternity. Was is it that it feels that way? If only I could go back in time…maybe, just maybe…
I catch his gaze. He nods ever so slightly. There must be something I don't know. He seems calm, confident now.
Bellatrix reaches the end of the word. Finishing her masterpiece, she digs in the deepest with the last few letters. The pain is now too much. I scream. My muscles tense, the tendons in my neck protrude out. The DeathEaters visibly cringe at the pain behind it.
She merely smiles. She broke me. She got what she wanted. Now she'd finish me.
That's when all chaos broke out around me….
I turn my head toward him.
Is he fighting for me?
I try to fight the feeling taking over me, but my eyes feel heavy. I see Harry and a few others rush in. The cavalry is here…maybe we will make it out alive.
I see him, rushing toward me, determination written all over his face.
My eyes close…
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