Chapter Eleven

We 'talked' for the next hour or so. Mostly our conversation consisted of asking questions and avoiding answers, but I was fine with it. It was my secrets I was hiding, and I was doing the hiding quite well, I thought. He did, thankfully, finally give up, and stood aside so I could pass. Being entirely full, I did pass him, heading toward my room

"Luv?" He interupted, glancing back at me as I approached the door.

I froze... his tone wasn't helping me much, nevermind the fact that he'd called me 'Luv.' I turned around, and crossed my arms, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What?" I snarled, quite aware that my tone was far more violent than it needed to be.

"Sweet dreams." He smirked, crossing his own arms. He turned away from me, and I stared as the door morphed into a fireplace, and than burst into flames, casing a red glow upon him. I shuddered a little- not purposely, mind you, but the sight of a glowing Draco was almost a little too much for my frail will to handle. So what if he'd just locked me up in a dark room for hours at a time? So what if he was trying to get me to let go of every secret I had? I wanted him.

However, I forced myself to turn away, and stormed out the door, slamming it behind me. Once in the hall I slumped against the wall, panting a little with a hand burried in my hair with irritation. "My god... what the hell is wrong with me?" I growled, quietly berating myself for falling into his hands. I shook my head, feeling dizzy as I forced myself to walk at a brisk pace toward my room. I swung my door open, and hit the bed without indulging in any of my nightly rituals. I clutched the pillow to my chest, and curled around it, shaking with rage and confusion.

It was just like me. When he stopped trying to rape me, I started wanting him to.

I didn't have to wait long. That night I was dreaming again.

I shouldn't have been surprised, really. He gave me a warning.

This time, we weren't in the room I should have been. We weren't even in Hogwarts. Instead, we'd found our way to a cool forest with a shimmering violet sky above us, and a wall of trees all around. Draco and I were standing face to face in the clearing, both back in our school uniforms, both hair in disarray.

I felt his warm hand come to my cheek, and leaned into it, putting my own hand over it, as if to ensure that the heat didn't leave. He smiled faintly, his eyes glittering before he took me entirely to him, surrounding me with his warmth. His free hand traveled slowly down my neck, to the buttons of my blouse. He began toying with the top one as if in boredom, glancing up at me every now and then for a reaction.

"We shouldn't be doing this, Draco..." I whispered unconvincingly. His gaze was hypnotic. I was being swallowed in his warmth- I couldn't have faught if I wanted to.

"Haven't you ever gotten tired of doing what you -should- be doing?" He whispered back, getting the button loose and moving to the second one. He smirked a bit as I colored, putting both hands over his to stop him. His now free hand found its way to the back of my head, and he pulled me to him, kissing me gently as my eyes fluttered closed. Gentleness... was he actually trying?

"I've always been tired of it." I stated as he pulled back, and I got the courage to open my eyes again. He smiled encouragingly, and I dropped my hands to my sides.

I gave up the fight entirely as he kissed and nibbled at the sensitive spots on my neck, slowly slipping the white shirt down, and let it drop to the ground. My pulse doubled. I wanted him. I -needed- him.

The next morning I woke up exhausted. It wasn't altogether surprising, really, the surprise was in the fact that Draco wasn't leaning on a book case or something, waiting to rub in the fact that I'd given in- and was glad.

I got up and yet again ignored my daily rituals, deciding that if Draco wanted me dressed so damned badly he'd do it himself-- he had before. I yawned, doing my best to ignore the content feeling that was pulsing through me, and walked in front of the mirror, tilting my head at it. I blinked a couple of times, spotting something red on my neck, and pulled my hair aside.

Surprise, surprise. The king of Slytherin had given me a brand.

Not that I minded, of course. Being 'raped' was a lot more enjoyable when one gave in and trusted in the one doing the raping. Besides, I hadn't felt the urge to complain as he was doing it. I grinned a little at the forbidden element of everything that was happenning between us. I hadn't lied in the dream... I -had- always been tired of being the good little Headmasters Granddaughter.

I stepped out of the room, and moved toward the dining hall, yawning as I walked. I stopped just before the door that led into said dining hall, and stretched, hesitating. Could I really go in there? What if Draco was in there? What if he wasn't?

I groaned lightly as I pressed my palms to my forehead. I wanted to see him, and yet I was nervous about it, as if last night had changed something between us... and in all truth, it had. Last night was the night I had given in to him-- would he spend the entire time reminding me of that? Would I be able to resist him, now? In my semi-panic, I hadn't heard him creep up on me, and before I knew what was happening, a pair of arms had found themselves wrapped around my shoulders.

"Good morning, pet." Draco purred into my ear before moving his grip to one arm around my waist. My eyes fell closed as he ran his fingertips teasingly over his mark. "Shall I assume you slept well?" He whispered, drawing the fingertip to the back of my neck, and then down to the neck of my blouse before letting that hand join his other at my waist.

I took a deep breath, turning around to look at him. His hair was a mess, but it didn't take away from his God-like appearance. His silver eyes stared into mine seductively, the way they always had. I found a small smile gracing my lips as I looked upon him.

"Indeed I did." I spoke quietly, as if afraid that the words would come out wrong. "My sleep was... blessed, I'm sure you understand." He smirked knowingly, and pulled me closer, pressing his lips to mine in a light, sweet kiss. I wrapped my arms cooperatively around his neck, and he drew in for the kill, using his experiance for, or against me as he had never done before. I could have melted right there, in his arms, and I would have, had we not been interupted.

An axe came flying past our heads, jerking us apart. I looked around, but couldn't see. The silver fog I had managed to miss had become too dense. Draco, however, could see perfectly fine, so he grabbed my hand, and pulled me into the dining room. I heard him slam the door, and lock it before he grabbed my hand again. We were walking through hall, after hall, after hall. The mist was starting to become less, and less dense as we went, but that was natural. It was only meant to last a good two minutes after I saw it.

When I could see again, I seized a sword off the wall, and stood still, glaring at the only door in the room Draco had led me to. He chose a slightly bigger sword, and stood at ready.

We waited for what seemed like forever without hearing any signs from my predator. Then, suddenly, the lights in the room were snuffed out. I drew my wand, for the first time thinking of it, and shouted, "Lumos!" To no effect. This pressing darkness was not a natural one.

The door burst open, and I heard the scuttling sounds of the idiodoms, and then a bigger scuttling, of bigger idiodoms-- idiodoms that could most likely devour me in two gulps. Then, came the maniacle laughter of the one we had just escaped from. Draco's hand found mine as we stared helplessly at the door, my sword dropped to the floor. I struggled to make out the outline of the creatures, but I could not, and as the scratches began to travel my legs, I knew we were done for.

Draco dropped his own sword, and pulled me into a tight embrace, trying to shelter me from the torture he knew would come as a gash made its way all the way down my back.

"Terra...?" He whispered into my ear as I clung to him for dear life, "I love you."

I blinked, eyes wide as I tried despirately to see him again. He parted himself from me, and I found myself groping for him. "Draco!" I cried, "Draco!"

There was a popping sound, and suddenly, the room was gone. I was in the Forbiddon forest now, alone. There was more light here, but not much. The forest was dangerous, but I didn't care. I collapsed right there in the leaves, head dropped. I stayed there for hours as my fingertips grazed over the red mark on my neck. Finally, I cried... I cried as I had never cried before. The forest should have flooded from the rage, and the sorrow of the pathetic girl I had become. Luckily, a centaur found me before anything else did. Through bloodshot eyes I recognized him as one that my grandfather was rather well acquainted with.

He spoke not a word to me, simply lifting me onto his back, and bounding out of the forest. He had been looking for me. My grandfather had sent out a search party.

A search party for me alone.