A/N: Helloooo! So, I have a strange obsession with pairing Draco up with muggles, but I just love it! This story is going to remain at T rating for now, but I will warn it does have some sensitive themes in this in later chapters, so the rating may change! There will be references to physical and possibly even mild sexual abuse in later chapters, so I am warning you now. I began writing this story YEARS ago, and it remained unfinished on here, but I will be finishing it now! You will notice an 'edit date' at the beginning of each chapter, this is because I have changed the original story quite a lot because it was just plain bad. Same with the other stories I have posted, some of them are absolutely terrible, spelling and grammar wise so I will eventually get around to editing them also. But for now, enjoy this story! :)
Disclaimer: The OC characters belong to me, the rest of it does not, sadly. All hail J K Rowling!
Chapter One – Taken
Edited: December 2014
Have you ever noticed how cheap paint often starts to peel away from the walls after a few years? This observation was the outcome of my current pastime, looking at rotting, peeling paint. However, I found this activity much more interesting than listening to the teacher at the front of the classroom ramble on and on about World War II. Her voice is the kind of voice that could send a sugared up, hyper child to sleep.
It's a pity actually; Mrs. Hadley is one of the most stunning women I have ever seen. I cannot comprehend how mismatched her looks and her voice are. I glanced around the other students in the class; most of the guys are wide awake, clinging on her every word. Typical.
The few boys who weren't drooling at the gorgeous historian and the remaining girls seemed to be off in dream-land, much like myself a few seconds ago. There were only maybe two or three people actively listening and taking notes. Why I chose to do Modern History as one of my A-Levels was beyond me, if anyone ever asks, I am going to claim it was the fault of temporary insanity.
Glancing at the clock – which seemed to be ticking along at a snail's pace – I became far too excited to note there was only about ten minutes left until 5:00pm.
I'm not usually like this, I swear. I love college, I do! I love learning new things, but I just can't concentrate when one of the teachers just talks, I need to be doing something: actively participating in my learning. This history class used to be really fun and interesting, but it was getting closer to our final exams, and most of the lessons of late were revision lessons.
It was times like these when I either found the pastel green walls extremely exciting or I began to drift into the world of the latest fantasy novel I was reading. I could just see myself now: wrapped in the strong, muscular arms of the dashing blonde pirate (who looked remarkably like a young Fabio Lanzoni). He was gently stroking the skin at my waist while nibbling my ear lobe, slowly his lips moved –
"Bailee, snap outta it!" The whisper jolted me upright in my seat, my eyes focusing on the dull classroom once more. I turned to my left to see fiery red hair, stunning amber eyes and an amused smirk. In other words: Natalie, my best friend.
I used to be jealous of Natalie, when we were in school. She was always the girl who got all the attention from boys, and well… everyone really. She just, looks the part of the popular girl that everyone wants to be friends with and everyone wants to date, as cliché as that sounds.
This couldn't be further from the truth though, Natalie wasn't good at attention, and she was the shyest person ever. Not with me though, once she opened up, you couldn't shut her up. I loved her, she's the sister I always wanted, but never had. Pffft, I got an annoying older brother instead.
It was obvious we weren't blood sisters, we couldn't look more different. Natalie rocked the red hair, porcelain skin and classically beautiful features, while I rocked… well I rocked the average looks. Brown hair, brown eyes, the only thing we physically had in common was the pale British skin. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I am butt ugly, I think I have a pretty face and everything, I just feel like I shrink into the background next to my sister from another mister.
She tore a chunk of paper off the bottom of her notebook and slid it subtly across the table to me. I folded my arms over it, to shield it from Mrs. Hadley's view.
Let me guess, you were being whisked away to the tower with Prince Charming to be ravished? You were practically drooling on the table and I'm sure I heard kissy noises ;)
I scoffed quietly, what a smart ass. I flipped the paper and scribbled on the back.
Hardy har har. Actually I was ALMOST being ravished by a hunky pirate. Speaking of Prince Charming though, Tony is looking at you… again!
I internally gave my best 'pleased of myself' laugh when I saw her blush. Predictable, the blood would rush to her cheeks whenever somebody mentioned the name Tony. I had mentioned my Uncle Tony once, retelling 'The Mashed Potato Wig Fiasco' which involves my brother Kyle, gracefully crafting my Uncle a new wig after he made a joke about Kyle going bald himself. Natalie had blushed, her thoughts immediately going to eighteen year old Tony.
Tony was the only guy in the classroom right now who wasn't one-hundred percent focusing on Mrs. Hadley. He kept making sly glances behind him to our table. He was a nice enough guy, Natalie had always had a crush on him, but whenever he tried to talk to her, her shyness would win over and she would make some excuse to come running back to me.
Natalie had just put her pen back on the paper to write a reply when she was startled by the sudden risen voice of Mrs. Hadley.
"Thank you class. Homework will be revision, exams are coming up. Off you go."
Faster than you can say 'Potato wig', I was standing outside the class waiting for Natalie to dawdle out.
"Honestly Bailee it isn't that bad." She said pulling her bag over her shoulder once she joined me.
"It is bad enough. Can we go then?" I said nodding my head towards the window where several students could be seen heading for the college gates, Tony being one of them.
She nodded and we were off.
"I can't believe our last year is almost over. I mean we have a month of exams and then we're gone. Summer and then university. Isn't it exciting?!" Natalie gushed swinging our linked hands back and forward.
I groaned, we had had this conversation about ten times. University this, future that. It was alright for Natalie she was already set in what she wanted to do. She wanted to be a teacher and had already been accepted into her first choice University. As for me, I have no clue. I had applied to places for several different degrees: educational studies, criminology, and nursing. None of it interested me though; I only really applied to get the teachers and my family off my back.
I had thought of being a teacher too, but there is a problem there. I wouldn't be able to control the kids to save my life and I can't stand annoying little brats. My mum owns a little shop of her own; it's a coffee shop in town. She lets me help out in the summer for some extra cash; I love the dynamic atmosphere of shop, the people, and the conversation.
That was what I had my heart set on right now: owning my own shop, a flower shop. In school, when everyone was bored out their brains in science learning about photosynthesis, I was fascinated. So much so, that the teacher had bought me a copy of 'Biology: The study of living organisms'.
I wanted to help my Mum out a bit more first, maybe take a gap year to earn some money and have a break from this education business before I went off to University.
"So what are we doing this summer? We could go to London for a weekend." I suggested, changing the subject of our conversation.
"I thought you said you wanted to go camping" She asked with a questioning look.
"Yes but, this is England. If we go camping we will probably get a monsoon or hurricane or something… or knowing our luck a volcano will erupt."
"You know there are no active volcanoes here, right?" She said, giggling. "I wouldn't mind going to London, I have never been to the capital!"
I nodded, pulling off my jumper effectively messing my hair up. I made a stupid choice in clothing today, black jumper, black tank top, dark blue jeans. The weather forecast predicted rain! Bloody liars, it was scorching and here I was in exceedingly scorching clothes.
I was trying it around my waste when Natalie stopped me by grabbing my arm. She pulled me back nearly pulling me over in the process.
"Watch it!" I growled when I was standing upright again.
She said nothing just pointed a head of us. Ah, Tony had stopped up a head and was looking at us… well at Natalie. No surprise.
"Okay, good, I'll leave you two alone. See you tomorrow." I said casually, but I was pulled back yet again.
"No don't leave me!" she said frantically giving me a pout.
"Natalie, you know you want to go out with him! Of course he will ask you out with me here." I said sarcastically, giving her a pointed look.
"Maybe he just wants to talk. Maybe he wants to talk to you; you're his partner in Science." She said quickly.
I sighed, there was no way she had the balls to face him on her own. "Okay how about this, I will stay with you for a while but if it sounds like he wants to ask you out or hints that I should leave, that's exactly what I will do, yeah?" I didn't wait for her answer, just linked arms with her again and dragged her along with me.
I waved at Tony when we came close enough, he waved back, Natalie didn't notice, she was looking everywhere but at him.
"Hiya Tony." I said cheerily, inconspicuously elbowing my silly friend in the side. She really should look at him and see his adorable smile when he looked at her.
"Oh yes right. Hello Tiny… TONY! Tony!" She said in her shy little voice. "You're not tiny, you're actually quite tall, I don't know why I would say tiny, you're nickname should be Tall Tony… haha." She rambled, her face was redder than a tomato.
He looked ecstatic that she had finally looked at him and beamed brilliantly, he didn't seem to mind her embarrassing slipup. How she thinks that he doesn't like her I will never know?
Tony started a conversation, with Natalie slowly warming up to him. I left them to it, standing a few feet behind as they slowly started walking again.
My mind drifted to that trip to London me and Natalie wanted. My Mum would never let me go, she used to live there. She used to tell me and Kyle all the interesting things that happened in the big city, but there was a warning hidden beneath. Her and her friends were attacked in the city, and my Mother has been scared to return ever since. She moved here, to this tiny town and opened her shop, falling for my dad and the rest is history.
But I wanted to get out of this town, have some excitement in my life, not quite the dangerous excitement my Mother had experienced… just something exhilarating in my life. Maybe I could even find my dream man in the big city, a change of atmosphere. I doubted that would be happening anytime soon, my mother really wouldn't let me go anywhere exciting, especially not with all the mysterious, unexplained attacks happening recently. I was sure it was terrorists, not nobody seemed to know.
"Bailee, you there?" Someone said waving a hand in front of my face.
"Huh?" I said opening my eyes; I didn't even realize I had closed them.
"Erm you have been standing there with your eyes closed for a while now." Tony said fighting the amused smile off his face.
"Oh sorry, was spaced out." I mumbled absentmindedly as we continued to walk.
While they were talking and laughing I was planning my escape to leave them alone so all this dancing around could stop.
The first option was to scream at them to just agree to go out to dinner and be done with it. The problem with this is that I would probably scare Tony away, as he wouldn't want to deal with Natalie's psycho bestie.
The second option was to make a run for it and hope they don't catch up. Natalie would get scared and all shy again and make no progress.
And that's all I got so far, actually there was another option but I'm not going to go into details about that one. I will tell you it involves plastic forks and paper mashay. Not a good mix.
"So are you guys going out this weekend? I hear it's supposed to be hot and its student night at the pub, perfect beer garden weather." Tony said from somewhere behind me. That's the hint I wanted to hear.
"I think Natalie is free." I said, winking at my friend. "I also think I left my History book in class. I'm going to go back and get it." I said in an extremely monotones voice, giving the couple a shit eating grin before I turned and began walking in the opposite direction, giving them the privacy Tony obviously wanted.
I heard Natalie squeak and held in a laugh, she was hopeless. "You don't need your book; we have History on Friday, get it then. Come on Bailee no one is going to want to steal a history book." She said trying to sound uncaring but failing miserably.
"Yes I know but I really must go and get it. I have forgotten how Hitler died." I said shrugging.
"He shot himself, now come here!" Natalie growled pathetically.
"Oh for god's sake. Just let me go so he can ask you out this weekend. It's simple! You let him talk and then say 'Yes Tony, I would love to'. You don't bloody need me to hold your hand." I was beyond irritated now. She gaped after me and didn't dare to say anything else.
"So I take it you're not doing anything this weekend then?" I heard Tony ask as I rounded the corner away from them. I like that boy, him and Nat are perfect for each other really.
She will phone me when she gets home, she will have a little tantrum about me leaving until she realizes that I was right and then she will tell me word for word what he did and said. Can't wait for that phone call. Take note of the sarcasm.
"Good afternoon Bailee." Mrs. Walker shouted from her front garden trimming her roses with one hand as she waved. "You taking the long route home, dear?"
"Good afternoon Mrs. Walker." I said politely waving back. "Yeah, I am, nice day for it." Everyone knows everybody in this little town.
I was greeted twice more by the time I was walking across the field to my home. I love to bring my dog to this field when I have free time. He loves it and I love watching him run about. He was usually dying to go into the river, practically pulling me to it, I didn't often let him, I wasn't fond of wet dog, and getting covered in muddy water when he shook himself out.
My house was just on the other side of the field with a few other houses, with a fantastic view of the river, and the forest behind it. We lived right on the outskirts of the town, which suited me well, it was very quiet.
I pulled the front door open, untying my jumper from my waist and dropping it with my bag onto the floor; I would take it all to my room when I went upstairs. Sparky, the white Golden Retriever bounded toward me in greeting from the kitchen and I patted him on the head, smoothing back his ears affectionately.
"Hiya Mum." I announced myself as I went to the kitchen to get a drink, Sparky padding along behind me.
My Mother was sat at the counter, reading a book. She jumped slightly in her seat when I came in. And then all at once, got a grin on her face, jumped out of her seat and handed me a letter from the counter.
"This came today, it looks official. Open it, open it!" She said gleefully, all in one breathe.
I sighed, here we go again, another lecture was to come about my future, and I really couldn't be arsed. I took the large white envelope with the university crest in the top right corner and tore it open.
"Dear Miss Jones, we have carefully reviewed your application to the University of Sunderland. After much consideration, we regret to inform you that we are unable to offer you a place…." I read aloud, looking up at the disappointment on my Mothers face. "Oh well." I said, crumpling up the paper and putting it back on the counter
"Another rejection, why can't you take this seriously, Bailee?" She said, glaring at the ball of paper next to her.
"I am taking it seriously, and I am seriously not upset. I told you I don't want to go this year anyway… Seriously." I sighed; I should have stayed with the lovebirds.
"I'm not having you lounging around here for a whole year doing nothing but endangering your future." She smacked her hand down on the counter loudly. "Just wait until your Father hears about this!"
I snapped, just like that, I was absolutely sick of it, this conversation happened at least four times a week. "Tell him, I don't care! I am so sorry I am such a disappointment, I really am." My Mum looked aghast for a moment before it turned to anger and I could tell she was about to have a screaming match with me. "Don't even bother yelling Mum, I don't care what you have to say, I have heard it before!" I turned and stormed from the kitchen into the hallway, grabbing the lead from its hanging place on the wall. I whistled for Sparky who came almost instantly to my side.
"Don't you dare walk away from me, little Miss!" I heard my mother shout from the kitchen. My brother was now standing in the middle of the stairs, giving me an amused grin; he had heard our arguments before. He didn't get all of this grief; he was currently attending the local university much to my parent's pleasure.
"Piss off." I mumbled before attaching the lead to Sparky's collar, picking my bag up from the floor where I dropped it, slinging it over one shoulder and slamming the door as I left.
I took him onto the field, watching him shoot off as soon as I let him off the lead. I just walked, occasionally throwing a stick for him as he brought me them. I walked across the bridge and along the edge of the trees just looking at the few wild flowers that bordered it. Blues, yellows, whites, beautiful. I don't know how long I walked, just thinking about anything and everything expect my family and the disappointed look on my Mum's face.
The sky was turning darker now, I stopped to rub my arms, it was getting a bit cold now, and I wished I had grabbed my jumper before I left.
I scanned the field, seeing nobody, only Sparky jumping in and out of the river as if he was scared of the water. I smiled and just watched him for a moment.
There was a cracking sound from above me, I looked up instantly and almost screamed when I saw the large tree branch above me shaking and quivering, it snapped off and fell as if a great weight had collided with it. I jumped back, tripping over my own feet and landing on the floor. I felt the ground shake slightly when the large branch landed with a dull thud.
I sat up and sighed in relief, seeing the branch had missed my legs by a good couple of feet. Lucky.
I stood up and brushed the grass and twigs of my clothes. I looked around for my bag and saw it metres away, inside the trees of the forest.
"How did you get so far away?" I said to myself, not even realising I had dropped it as I fell. Maybe the branch did hit me and I was losing my mind.
I huffed and went into the trees, to retrieve it. I had reached it and was about to pick it up when it was dragged across the ground as if it was attached to a piece of string.
Whoever was doing this was successfully messing with my already gloomy mood.
"Very funny. I'm laughing so hard, it hurts!" I grumbled loudly, rolling my eyes and stamping my foot.
Now I had no idea where my bag has disappeared to. I would have just left it, not really caring about my school books. But that bag had my house keys, purse, and other stuff in it. Stupid boys and their stupid pranks!
I spotted it lying on the floor resting against a tree trunk. I examined it from where I stood looking for a bit of string tied to it. There was nothing! I looked around me and saw no one. Just then the hairs on the back of my neck tingled, and stood on end. I was beginning to get paranoid and a little creeped out.
I shook my head, dismissing the thoughts; it was just stupid little boys playing a prank. I marched towards my bag, tired of these games.
"Oh bugger!" I hissed as I scraped my leg on a low branch. I bend down to see a jagged rip in my trouser leg. There was a small cut, slicing across my skin, not much to worry over, but it stung like hell. I licked my finger and wiped the blood away before pulling my ripped jeans back into place.
When I glanced up once more, my bag was once again nowhere in sight.
"Enough with this game, its bloody stupid. Just give me back my bag!" I shouted crossing my arms. I heard Sparky barking; perhaps he had heard my distress.
No one answered me, and I couldn't hear a sound besides my dog.
"Oh come on this is beyond a joke now. Give me my bloody bag back or I am going to call the police!" I shouted again getting beyond angry and trying desperately not to sound scared, as I was trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling spreading through my whole body.
"If you insist." A cold, smooth voice came from behind me and I felt a shiver run up my spine.
I spun round and stumbled back when I saw the two large men stood right behind me, I scrambled backwards, away from them until my back hit a tree. How the hell did they move so silently?
They were wearing all black and one of them had a terrifying metal looking mask clutched in his hand. The other had white blonde hair as long as mine and he was holding my bag in his hand.
When did it get so dark? Why was there no one around when I needed them? I wished I had that bag, so I could get my phone and just run and dial 999. I could hear Sparky barking again, he sounded close, he was fiercely protective, he would fuck these guys up, I was sure. Suddenly he stopped barking and I gathered whatever courage I had left and looked up at the man holding out my bag.
I snatched the bag from his fingers and edged away from him, as soon as I was around them, I ran.
I could see the edge of the trees, I wasn't aware I had wandered so far in. It was then that I stopped in my tracks. I could see Sparky now, he was there, barking, but no sound was coming from his mouth, he was jumping about trying desperately to get to me, but he couldn't, it was as if he couldn't get past some invisible wall. I could hear my panicked breathing now, loud and erratic.
I felt long nails digging into my shoulder as I was spun around.
"Get off me!" I hissed, trying to pull away.
The men laughed eerily, the sound not sounding jolly in the least, but cold and heartless.
"Don't you just love scaring the muggles first Goyle?" the blonde man said smiling cruelly down at me.
The other man, Goyle, had somehow moved behind me and I heard his answering laugh.
The blonde man released his grip and took a step towards me; I instinctively took one back, bumping into the chest of the man behind me. I gulped.
I screamed as loud as I could hoping someone, anyone, would hear me.
Goyle, slammed his hand into my mouth, his arm constricting tightly around me. I could feel the numbness of my jaw, with the pressure of the hold he had on me.
I kicked and squirmed, trying to be free and it was at that moment that the blonde man pointed a smooth wooden stick at me and muttered some words in a different language. As I tried kicking again, I realised that I couldn't move. I tried with every ounce of my energy to move, but I just couldn't, it was like my body wasn't listening to me anymore.
"What's happening to me?!" I screamed into the man's hand thankful my voice still worked. It only came out as muffled sound into his hand.
The man behind me whispered more words in a strange language, and I saw a white flash.
My eyes went wide when I tried to talk but couldn't bring the words out. What were these people?! I felt my eyes well up with water as the blonde smirked at me again.
"Take her before someone comes to see what all the screaming was about." He hissed to the man behind me.
I felt the movement of the man behind me nod and release me. I saw the blonde man point the stick at me and mutter something under his breath. The last thing I took in was a red flash of light and the hard ground as I fell.
A/N: Okay, so that was chapter one! I really hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think :)
~ Laura
