To be loved

By Cynthia M.

Chapter 1: Writing a Fake Smile

"I hear Dumbledore is resorting! I think it's every house but Slytherin..."Tori Fitzpatrick said to her friends; they were Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. The best friends you could ever ask for. It was about one and a half month until the three-week winter vacation for everyone, the breeze blowing through her raven hair, and her golden eyes shining. The four fifteen year olds were sitting under a tall tree by the lake, talking away the time. They all resided in Gryffindor House, and loved it there, so naturally they were all worried about the resorting. Well, Ron was worried about his friends getting resorted into other houses. He was pretty sure that he wouldn't be moved. Who could blame him? His whole family had been sorted into Gryffindor. "Figures. Malfoy probably paid for Slytherins not to be resorted." Harry scoffed. The Malfoys seemed to pay for the Slytherins to everything: Draco Malfoy getting on the Quidditch team in Year Two while there weren't any openings, that sort of stuff. But no one could do any thing about it. Harry Potter had been Tori's boyfriend for the past 5-6 months and they were going steady. They had met in the burrow, and surprisingly Harry and Ron and Tori hadn't met while they were in the same year and house. Hermione had taken Tori along to meet the Weasleys and Harry, and they became good friends like she and Hermione. "I hope we all get put back into Gryffindor." They nodded in agreement.

"It's gonna happen before dinner, so we'll get out of History of Magic!" Ron exclaimed. Harry, Ron, and Tori gave each other high-fives while Hermione rolled her eyes. She and Tori were really close to each other. They met in Second Year, due to the fact they volunteered to help each other study. They immediately became the best of friends, and had a few things in common. For one, they were both top students. Hermione looked at her watch and stood. "We should get going!" Hermione told them, slinging her bag over her shoulder. The others groaned and they all walked to the Hagrid's hut for Care of Magical Creatures; after that, Transfiguration.

"Silence, please!" Dumbledore shouted over the excitement and everybody closed their mouths and turned their heads towards him. "As you know, witches and wizards from every house, with the exception of Slytherin for a good reason, will be resorted tonight. But only a select few. Now, shall we begin?" Professor McGonagall brought out the stool and the Sorting Hat, setting them down and bringing out a scroll to call out the first name. They weren't going in alphabetical order for this sorting; they were going by houses, so it would probably be a while before Tori was sorted, well, resorted. The first person to go up was moved to Ravenclaw, as Hermione was which they found out after everybody in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw was sorted, about 30 minutes. Cho Chang was sorted into Gryffindor. Harry was sorted back into Gryffindor, and Ron wasn't resorted at all, much to his happiness; none of the Weasleys were resorted at all. Finally, after about an hour, there was only one person left to be resorted. "Tori Fitzpatrick!" All heads turned. Tori was popular with A LOT of people here, half of the ones she wasn't popular with were her enemies and the other half didn't know her or didn't care. She didn't particularly like being popular or having enemies, but oh well. She stood, her head held high with confidence, and her friends whispering 'good luck!' She walked to the stool, sitting as the hat was placed upon her head for the second time in her life. Suddenly she heard a voice in her head: The raspy voice of the Sorting Hat. "Ah, Miss Tori Fitzpatrick, back again. I figured as much. Good thing, too. I know the perfect place for you. Seems you've been causing a bit of trouble in Gryffindor. I have the perfect place for you:" The hat stopped talking to her in her mind and screamed out "Slytherin!" Her heart was racing know and she struggled to keep back tears. 'N-no, I will NOT be like my father!' She thought as she walked to Slytherin table, her head down. She was quite aware that everyone was staring at her, shocked. No one knew about her REAL father; except for Dumbledore, McGonagall, Lupin, and Hagrid, and no one knew that her parents were foster parents. She sat at an empty seat, and decided to try to get her mind off that. She looked to her side to see Draco Malfoy. She'd never actually TALKED to him, but from what Harry had told her he sounded like a ROYAL BRAT. She looked at his face. "See something you like, Fitzpatrick?" She heard his cold, taunting voice say. She realized he was pretty good looking, with his porcelain like skin, white-blonde hair and grey-blue eyes, with pointed features…But she still didn't like him, even though he was cute, because as Hermione says it he seems to have the emotional range of a teaspoon. "Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy." She said, turning away and the food appeared, and then she saw that nearly everyone was still staring at her. "Stop staring at me or you won't be able to!" She hissed and people nervously looked away. It quickly got louder and louder in the Great Hall. She saw Malfoy looking at her and she raised her eyebrows; he too looked away and she sighed, eating her food. 'Right face, right attitude.' He thought silently. 'What did he just say?!' Tori asked her, shocked. She had decided to use her telepathy powers. She had many powers normal witches, or wizards for that matter, did not. Yes, telepathy was one of them. 'Oops.' She had forgotten that the person whose mind she was reading could hear her thoughts as long as she could hear his, and they could talk to her without their mouth. She cut the communication off quickly and continued eating. Malfoy looked at her, thinking she said something to him. 'Did she just…' He thought, but shook it off. He didn't know she could read minds. No one did, actually, not even Dumbledore. She hadn't found out herself but only a year ago.

Sure, it was an invasion of privacy, but it had proven useful quite a few times. She averted her eyes to him, making sure he wasn't suspicious. He didn't seem to be, and she wasn't about to find out through mind reading; too risky. They were all dismissed and went off towards their houses. As the Slytherins made their way down to the dungeons, Tori noticed it getting colder and colder. They came to a stop, and Tori stood on her tip toes to see the entrance…but there wasn't one! She saw a prefect saying something to the wall, and suddenly a door appeared, everyone rushed in. Tori looked around at the black leather couches, the fireplaces with blue flames, and the marble walls and carpeted floors. There were a few staircases with green carpeting going down the middle over black carpeting, a few with silver over black (I'm making most of the appearance up, since we've all only seen the Slytherin common room once in the movies). When she saw the girls go up the silver and green ones she figured that was the way to girl dormitories, and the boys went up the green and black ones. But then she saw one other staircase that was just plain black, the railing cylinder shaped with snake heads at the beginning and end. "Pansy, show her to her room." Malfoy demanded. She nodded and Tori followed her. Pansy Parkinson led her up the black stairway. At the top Tori saw separate doors. She saw one with her name on it, in silver lettering on a black door. Pansy's was by hers, and she led her to it before going into hers.

She opened the room, and whistled, shutting the door behind her. There was a large bed, a large desk, a vanity, dresser, closet, and a huge window above the headboard, what appeared to be a door to a bathroom. She liked this room. All of her belongings had been put into the room, her clothes in either the dresser or closet, all of her makeup and such on her vanity, and her notebooks, etcetera sitting on her desk. She noticed the leather chair behind her desk and changed it to a regular one with a flick of her wand. She didn't like leather chairs at all. The walls of this room were too plain, and boring. She found all her posters on her desk, and hung them on her walls, then changed the wall color. Two walls were black with pink skulls, the other two pink with black skulls. She smiled, setting her bag on her bed and going through the newly black bathroom door. Here was a marble tub, very big, a shower, all the bathroom necessities. 'I might just like this…' She thought smirking and walked out, taking parchment, ink, and a quill out of her bag, and putting it onto her desk, putting everything else in the desk. She had homework to do, but not before a shower. She got fresh clothes from the dresser, setting them on a shelf in the bathroom, stripping out of her clothes and letting the warm water from the shower hit her back. It was soothing, and a nice break from the cold air in the Slytherin House. She washed herself and lathered her hair in shampoo, rinsing it out and stepping out of the shower. She magically dried herself, pulling her hair into a topknot, and pulling her pajamas on. She sat at her desk, sighing, and took her…agenda; I guess you could call it, out of her bag, flipping to that day's page. 'Practice changing the color of you hair, nails, etc. and back' was Transfiguration homework from Professor McGonagall. She went over to her mirror, looking at her long black hair with a few red highlights, and thought about something. She took her wand out, and with a flick, added bright green highlights along with it. She was done that homework. "Man…SO much homework, so little time!' Next was prepare for a potions test, from the one and only Professor Snape, AKA Snivellus. She frowned, taking out her Year Five potions text book, beginning to read a chapter on some potion. It took her at least 3 hours to read all 4 chapters. Once she read each sentence, it was basically implanted in her brain. She had a very good memory when it came to studying. She liked to pass subjects. By then it was 12:00 P.M. at night, and she was tired. But she still had one assignment to do. It was from Hagrid. She took out two pieces of parchment and a quill, dipping it in the ink and beginning her two-foot long essay on Blast-Ended Skrewts. He was her favorite teacher, and was always nice to her, despite the fact that he knew the…secret about her father. Only a few teachers knew who her real father was; those teachers are Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hagrid, and Lupin. (After 3rd Year Lupin decided to come back and teach.) Those four teachers were very understanding towards her, respecting the fact she didn't want anyone else to know about her father. Though they pitied her, they didn't treat her any differently than other students…well, besides being a little closer to her and friendlier. So of course, she got the same homework that everyone else did. She didn't mind, she liked being treated normally. Anyways, she read the paragraph she'd written earlier and continued. An hour later, she glanced at the clock. "1:00…Almost done…"

…. "Ugh…" Tori lifted her head from the desk and rubbed her eyes, looking down at her completed paper until she saw the time. 7:45! "Damn it!" She put the papers hastily in her bag, going over to her closet to pick out fresh clothes. She didn't wear the school uniform like most, to the dismay of her teachers. Snape was the only one who deducted point for it, though. 'I bet her won't now!' She thought. She took out a black miniskirt, red and black tights and a black shirt with a V-shaped dip and a silver snake shaped like an S on the left breast. She laid the stuff on her bed, slipping out of her pajama bottoms, only to hear something that wasn't there to her eyes fall off the bed and an 'Ouch!' She recognized the voice…"Harry!" She said in surprise, breathing a sigh of release. He pulled off his Invisibility Cloak off with a sheepish grin on his face. He sat on the bed and looked at the room as she pulled her outfit on. She sat by him, kissing his lips and telling him, "Don't EVER do that again!"

"Yeah, yeah…Ugh, Tori, I hate to tell you this but you have ink on your cheek!" Harry said, bursting with laughter. She plucked his head, going to her bathroom and looked in the mirror. "Holy crap!" Sure enough, a paragraph was copied onto her cheek. When she had fallen asleep, her head had landed on the wet ink. She washed it off, sitting at her vanity and putting on pink lip-gloss and a thin layer of black eyeliner, and shoving on her shoes. "Let's go to breakfast." Harry nodded, and they walked out of her room. As they walked into the Common Room, people glared at the two. "What?" Their glances turned towards Harry. "I can hangout with my boyfriend, can't I?" They rushed out of there, hurrying to the Great Hall for breakfast. "I hate those pompous Slytherin brats!" Harry opened his mouth to make a remark, but Tori beat him to it. "You know what I mean!" They went in, Harry's arm around her shoulders; they sat at a Gryffindor table. Students glanced at Tori, wondering why she wasn't with the Slytherins. She said hello to Ginny, Ron, and Hermione, leaned in between Fred and George, an arm around either one's shoulders, and pulled them close. "Waz up, my fellow pranksters?" She said grinning, and they greeted her warmly. She took a seat beside Harry, putting food on her plate to eat. "Crap! I don't have the new schedule!" She said sighing angrily.

"You still have today with us, Tori. Well, except for break and Muggle Studies." Hermione told her and Tori smiled a thanks. They all were all talking about the up and coming weekend, that day being Thursday, when their 'favorite' teacher Professor Snivellus walked to Gryffindor Table. "Fitzpatrick, return to the appropriate table, now." He said, walking away. Moments later he returned. "NOW, Fitzpatrick, or it's a week's detention." Well, that was an all-time new for Snape; giving a Slytherin detention. When she didn't move he wore a shocked face, and stuttered out: "D-detention for a week, starting tonight with Professor Hagrid!" He turned on his heel and left, walking his model-like walk; and I don't mean that in a POSITIVE way. He sat at his seat at the Staff Table. "Thanks!" She called after him, mocking his walk. He glared at her from the staff table while Professor Lupin and Hagrid turned red while holding back laughs.

"I see nothing will stop you from being a Gryffindor!" George said, getting her in a head-lock like pose and giving her a nuggie. She laughed and pushed him off her, flattening her hair. "Exactly! Besides, the detention is with Hagrid. He's always exciting!" She said enthusiastically. She looked at her watch and ate her breakfast quickly. 20 minutes later, everyone rushed out of the Great Hall to their different classes, the four best friends walking outside to Hagrid's hut with the other 5th year Gryffindors and Slytherins. Harry draped something over her shoulders and she slid into it, thanking him. Her new robes were made of black silk, with green hems and a green snake shaped like an S. They were given to her by…who gave them to her? She didn't know; they were just hanging on the back of her door. She hated the silky material; it wouldn't keep the cold out. She looked in her bag for her sweater and put it on under her robe. Slytherins gathered on the left side of the area outside the hut, nearest to the woods, while Gryffindors and Tori, of course, stayed to the right. "Place yer papers on table, please." Hagrid commanded and they all did just that except for the few idiots who couldn't even manage a simple two page-essay. AKA Crabbe and Goyle. "Knew I could count on ya, 'Mione!" Hagrid smiled at her, whose essay was 2 sheets of parchment, front-and-back, long. Tori walked up with her paper. "So, ye have detention with me tonight, eh, Tor?" She smirked and nodded. Tor was a nickname her close friends would sometimes call her. Usually trying to lighten the mood, but Hagrid always called her this. "What for, can I ask?"

"I don't see why it's a big deal: I just wouldn't sit with the Slytherins." She scowled at the name. They smiled, and Tori went to her spot with Harry. Hagrid went on teaching and Harry and Tori whispered quietly. "Tor, why do you think you got into Slytherin?" Harry asked her. She took a moment, shocked. "Huh. I don't know, Harry, but I do know it sucks big time. What do you want to sketch?" She changed the subject quickly. Hagrid's assignment was to sketch their favorite magical creature and they could work in projects. They soon decided on Buckbeak. 'He doesn't know, right? If he knew…he'd get killed for sure, not because Voldemort wanted him dead so he could live, but because he'd know secrets. So a simple lie can't hurt….can it?' Tori thought, worried. She really hated lying to people she cared for, but if anyone knew they'd surely be killed. Along with her, because HE'D know where she was. HE'D force it out of the people who knew. Plus, she's be hated by everyone because they were just that stupid. She'd be banned from most places, hunted and sent to Azkaban to be one of the most guarded prisoners, possible. All because of her father. So NO ONE could know, not a single person…About an hour later, the Care for Magical Creatures class was over and it was time for her Muggle Studies class, which was double class: Two hours of the easiest subject. She walked to the class alone, and sat at a table near the back. Being part muggle, this was one of her best subjects. And today was supposedly going to include a long test, which she was looking forward to because no one would be able to ask her what Harry did. Not that she was annoyed…But it was just a 'sensitive' subject for her, I guess. A young woman walked in, dressed in a black skirt to her knees, black polished heels, and a light blue blouse with a black jacket. Her dark brown, almost black, hair was put into a bun on the top of her hair with decorative chopstick like things to keep it up, the sticks blue with little jewels on the ends and through the middle. She was in muggle clothing, which wasn't very usual during a class in Hogwarts; she walked to the blackboard, picking up a piece of chalk and Tori raised an eyebrow. Teachers, even substitute teachers which she probably was, always used a wand to write things on the board. She wrote in neat and large cursive lettering 'Ms. Takashi' and faced the class with a smile.

She was very pretty, and a few boys up front swooned, in a way. "I am Ms. Takashi, your new Muggle Studies teacher. And yes, I am a…muggle, as you call it. But I can use magic, I just prefer not to. " She nodded at Tori. "Now, let's just go over the rules. There aren't many, and I am not a strict teacher. As long as you do not act inappropriately I will give you no limits besides to respect you classmates, you teacher, and the supplies, etcetera, etcetera. I am replacing your former teacher because Professor Dumbledore felt the students, you, should have a teacher who knows everything first-hand." Ms. Takashi began roll call, and hand out 3 sheets of paper to each person. She said to begin, and the room was filled with the sound of quills scratching the paper and the surprised teeth grinding in nervousness. She wrote her name in the top right corner and went on to the questions about electronics. Tori rolled her eyes at these questions. How could they get any easier? She looked at the second sheet of paper and decided to do that, the one about Muggle ways of living. She read through the questions and felt her self dozing off and supported her chin with her left fist while answering the first question: Name the ways of muggle transportation. Busses, cars, airplanes, subways, cruise sh…. Tori woke at the sound of Ms. Takashi. She had fallen asleep answering number 15 or something. "If you finished the test, leave it on the back table. If you didn't, you may turn it in (get a low grade) or finish tonight and turn it in next ti. Take your pick. Everyone rushed out, and Tori stuffed the papers in her bag, walking out the door. Her next class was Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws. She sat at a table as class started, waiting for lunch which came soon. After lunch for Gryffindors it was break/Quidditch practice for an hour. She sat in the bleachers, and took out her Muggle Studies test, finishing it while the Gryffindor team whirled past on broomsticks. She finished two sheets in that hour, stopping at the last ten minutes of practice to watch the…scrimmage and as Harry captained the team. She smiled, thinking silently to herself that she had a great boyfriend. He was cute, brave, nice, everything a girl could wish for. And they had more than he thought in common. He blew the whistle and the team went to the changing room, and Harry flew over to Tori, leaning over the tip of the broom to kiss her. She stood her bag over her shoulder. "Want to skip class with me?" Their next class was Charms, which she hated.

He smirked. "Yeah. Let me change first." By now everyone was done changing and to their classes. Harry got off the broom and handed it to her, jogging to the building and going inside. Maybe…10 minutes passed and he still wasn't done. She sighed, and waited a couple more minutes, getting up and putting his Firebolt by the changing room and walked passed, but not before glancing in the open window. He walked out of the bathroom, his hair unbrushed and he was wearing normal muggle clothing. "So what shall we do?" Tori looked up at his face, seeing excitement in his eyes. She had a million thoughts going through her head and didn't want to risk reading his mind. "I don't feel so well, now…Sorry, but we'll do it another time…" Tori said with a fake smile, and kissed his cheek walking off. She walked off but turned around just as she was pass the bleachers and saw him walking back into the changing room with his broom. She sighed an angry sigh. What she said was a lie; she felt perfectly fine. But she felt like something was up with him. She tried to shake it off. She looked at her watch and it was 3:45 by the time she had dropped her class stuff off at her room, gotten her sketch book and etcetera and had gotten to the completely empty Courtyard that only she knew about. Or so she thought. It was huge, and the best thing was that it was like the Great Hall, with the ceiling appearing as the sky did. It had white concrete walls, and an entrance that there were multiple passwords for and anyone would work at any time; little gardens with rose bushes and such lined three of the walls, and there was a picnic table in the center of the courtyard. The wall with the entrance was clear of anything besides the nicely cut, fresh green grass. She sat down at the picnic table, taking out her drawing stuff and starting to sketch out a picture. She combined anime, a Japanese form of cartoon, and street graffiti on the first one. She took out colored pencils, coloring in some of the details lightly. It took up two full pages. In a few minutes she put that away, taking out a book and her iPod, listening to Papa Roach's song To Be Loved and humming. The minutes passed quickly and soon enough it was 4:30. The second break was over and she needed to get to class. She put her book away, her iPod tucked into the breast pocket of her shirt and walked, her eyes closed and head bobbing to the music, to the door, only to be stopped abruptly. Someone with a strong grip grabbed her arms tightly with clawed hands. She let out a gasp of pain, its claws digging into her arm, letting drops of blood going down her arms. She looked up to see a teenage looking boy, maybe 16, with raven-black hair, pointed ears and super sharp claws. He had a cheesy grin on his face, as did one of his 3 friends. One had black hair in a ponytail and red eyes- it was a girl and she wasn't smiling. The other was a guy with short red hair and red eyes, and a mark on his forehead, and another guy with longish brown hair and black eyes, with marks on his wrists and forehead who wasn't smiling. "What the hell-"Tori started, when the man holding her wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. With his free arm he ripped the iPod off her, throwing it to the side. He pressed that hand to her back, and soon it was passing the extreme low of her back, she breathed in, knowing what he was trying to do. He stopped, but left his hand where it was. He lowered his head, whispering: "Don't bother screaming…The room is soundproof." He breather on his neck, his warm breathe somehow chilling her. "Cooperate and you won't get hurt, much." Tori could hardly hear the last word.

He shoved her against the concrete wall and she hit her head hard and groaned. Apparently that aroused this demon. Why was he in Hogwarts anyways…? And is he going to…? She asked herself. He pressed himself against her skirt, sliding his hand on her back down the back of her skirt and she shook her head in disbelief. She tried to slide back, but couldn't. He used his other hand to wrap around her shoulders, pulling her into the perfect position for him, bad for her. She shuddered at how he was touching her. He forced his lips onto hers and she gasped, one of the worst things she could do at that particular moment. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, and Tori was disgusted but had an idea. She'd try to get him to let his guard down. She kissed back passionately and fakely of course, sliding her hands to his belt, and wondered why he was wearing normal clothing and the others weren't. She felt her pulse rise quickly in nervousness and tried to breath through the kiss. He had her chest pressed up against his and his jeans were pressing harder against her. She felt his smirk against the kiss and he moved his lips down to her neck and started unbuttoning her shirt. She turned so that he was the one against the wall and she felt him get harder and he groaned deeply. He finished unbuttoning her shirt, to find a white tank top and growled playfully. Tori had had enough of this, though he hadn't, and if he'd let her push him against the wall, than he was off guard. But she needed to do one more thing. She pushed him to the ground and he thought she was going to…you know, but instead she kneeled over him as he smirked with a lustful look in his eyes, and pressed her hand against his chest, and his arms were roped together and she started hauling ass to the door as this demon, Naraku is what his friend called him later, ordered one of the guys to get her. The one with brownish hair ran at her with alarming speed just as she was at the door and wrapped his arms around her waist, throwing her over his shoulder and whispered softly and sadly "Sorry, kid…" he set her somewhat gently onto the ground and the other demons left on order, not including the girl who was told to stay for I don't know what. Maybe she was Naraku's girlfriend or something. He pushed her head against the concrete wall hard and she felt more blood drip down her head, and then pushed her to the ground, kneeling over her with a knee on either side of the ground. "Nice trick, but it didn't work. Now you're mine…" He laughed a cruel laugh and he ripped her tank top off. The girl demon's cheeks turned a strange shade, and she looked sympathetically towards Tori. "I am not watching this, Naraku! You are SICK!" She ran out the door and now it was just her and Naraku. He took her wand, which was on the ground, and pointed it at the door. Tori heard a loud click and moaned in frustration and fear. 'He just...locked the door, didn't he?' "You're enjoying this, aren't you, whore?" He said. "Well, you didn't cooperate, so now I'll have to use force."

"Weren't you already doing that?!" She spit out, she was already in for it so nothing else could hurt her more than she would be. She still didn't want to lose her virginity to this disgusting demon. 'Fuck you, you stupid demon!'

"Oh no, that little show of yours was YOUR choice, but I rather liked it. Wanna try it again?" He asked mischievously and laughed. She whispered 'Fuck you' and he said "Or that works…" He kissed her and pushed her skirt up and scowled at the tights, ripping them open and she yelled in fear and pain as he thrust his clawed hands into her. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" He said.

"You're the one with your fingers in me!" She growled through grinding teeth. She was getting sleepy from so many times of getting her head hit. He slapped her, his claws grazing her cheek slightly. .She felt the urge to cry and puke at the same time and yet again tried to resist it. Her body was shaking and she gripped the grass, pushing her body into the ground as the pain went on, and he pulled down his pants and thrust himself into her slowly, then quick and she screamed, her eyes quenched shut. She tried to close her legs but he put his hands on either one, Tori sat up a little and aimed a punch for his face, but he caught it and twisted her wrist, and she regretted it instantly. He twisted it all the way around and she heard, and felt, a loud cracking noise as the bones in her wrist were practically shattered. "Don't try to deceive me, girl, or you shall pay dearly." He pushed her head onto the ground. He dug his claws into her back, and she felt blood ease out. Tears streamed down her face and she bit her lip to keep herself from screaming again, tasting the metallic taste of blood in her mouth mixed with tears and it stung her punctured lip. He leaned in while pounding in her, and licked the tears up off her face, kissing her neck and creating a mark, not marking her as his mate, thank god, but a hickey. After what seemed to be hours, he came and gave her a last kiss and thrust, getting up and pulling his pants up. "Thanks for the bang, kid." He smirked and walked out. "I'll be back." She turned over with the little strength that she had left and retched. She hugged her knees to her chest, pulling her skirt down and her robes on, crying, and convulsing. She breathed hard, her chest rising and falling with each breathe, and her left wrist limp and bloody. She tried to stand, leaning on the wall for support as she got her things. She sat at the table, feeling like a whore. Plus she was dizzy, had a headache, and was stiff and aching in her abdomen and basically all over. There was a bruise on her cheek, each leg, and the high of her back from hitting the wall and the skin on her wrist was turning a shade of purple or green…she couldn't tell. She still felt sick and tired, and could hardly walk, but she buttoned her robe and put her hair over her right cheek. If anyone asks she fell. Hopefully she didn't run into them again…Too bad that guy caught her because his own life was on the line as well. She tried to walk to the Slytherin house, glad that everyone was in class. She tried to remember the password as just took a guess at it when she got there. "Pureblood." She whispered in a hoarse voice, and stumbled through the hole. The Slytherin common room was empty and freezing still, to her dismay. She made it to the stairs but fell as she tried to step up onto the third step. She moaned lightly in pain and frustration, her bag fallen at the foot of the stairs. Her head hit the railing and the corners of her eyes were turning black and her eyelids drooping as small tears fell. She heard someone stop at the top of the staircase and gasp, and for a moment she thought she was back in the courtyard. The person ran down the stairs and shook her shoulder lightly. "What happened to you?!" She heard Draco Malfoy's voice say. Her eyes were closed and she was struggling not to black out completely. She shook her head slightly gritting her teeth together.

"Hurts…Naraku….help…" She breathed out, ready to puke, and obviously delirious. He picked her up 'bridal style' with firm arms and she pressed against his chest when she felt a surge of pain go through her head. His anger rose when he heard the name Naraku. He'd had a in with him once already. It wasn't fun. He whispered "You're okay," to her as she convulsed in his arms. He got to his room, quickly but trying not to shake her so she wouldn't puke. "Help, Draco, hurts…" She said still delirious. Draco turned slightly pink and laid her on the bed. No one ever called him that unless they were teasing him. He saw her start to shake violently. This wasn't convulsing though. She was having a seizure. He got a rag from her bathroom, putting it between her teeth so she wouldn't bite her tongue off, laid a pillow under her head and then there was nothing he could do but watch until the seizure was over. He'd get the nurse, but he'd have to leave Tori by herself. As she shaking slowed he took the rag, and took the robes off to see why this was happening. She was suddenly still, her chest heaving with each ragged breathe. He saw her tights wet, bloody and ripped and the only thing covering her torso was a bra. He paled and got an idea of what happened. But it didn't show why this- seizure- was happening. He pushed the hair out of her face to see a smarting bruise and cuts, and blood sliding down her chin. The purple-red mark on her neck almost confirmed what happened. There was blood dripping down her forehead which showed a head wound, and as he parted her hair he saw a bruise and scrapes. He took out his wand. He'd studied healing, so he should be able to do something. Maybe not much, though. He just noticed her wrist. The bone was poking through the skin, and turning the comforter dark. And it was twisted in a grotesque fashion. He pointed his wand at the wrist and it was put back to its proper fashion and in a cast; he heard Tori whimper and put an arm around her shoulders, putting her head on his lap so he could clean her cuts. He cleaned her face and forehead up. He heard someone come in the common room and yell out 'Kid, I'm baacckk…' in a deep, taunting voice then laugh. He knew that voice. It was Naraku. He picked Tori up, her body limp in his arms, and with a single word and wave of his wand every trace of him, even their scents, was gone. Along with him and Tori. They were gone just as Naraku and his friends raged in the bedroom door. Draco had gotten them to his room, laying her on the bed and locking the door with a spell that couldn't be undone with Alohamora. He breathed a sigh of relief. Even if the demons came by this room, they wouldn't detect any scents or sounds because of that same spell that locked the doors. "I hate to do this, but I have to." He muttered, sliding her out of her skirt, wincing. He used his wand to clean the area between her hips and replaced the tights with a pair of his boxer shorts. He turned her over to see claw marks and bruises, and cleaned it up, putting a white wifebeater on her and laying her on her back, under the comforter to sleep.

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