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Imperfect

Chapter Seven: Stupidity

Draco's POV

I was pacing. Of course I was pacing. I couldn't stop worrying about Sienna from the moment she left the common room. What kind of idiot would let her go back to Italy by herself?

Oh, that's right. Dumbledore did.

"Dammit!" I exclaimed, running my hands through my hair and making it stand on end.

"Keep that up, and Sienna won't have a blonde to return back to the castle to," Blaise remarked without looking up from his book, which he was reading while reclining on the couch near the fire.

I turned and glared at him. "She's in Italy! By herself! Did I not mention that to you?"

Blaise continued reading. "Only about a thousand times. Oh wait, no, that makes about 1, 876 times now."

I threw a pillow at his head. "I don't need your damn sarcasm, Blaise."

"Calm down. She'll be fine. How could she not be fine? Dumbledore will have put something in order to make sure that she's safe. You know how the old man works."

I snorted derisively. "Yeah, and that's why he let her go by herself, right?"

Blaise ran a hand across his stubbly chin, still not looking up from his book. "You told me what she said. If you went, and got caught, you'd be killed. Do you really want that?"

"I'd feel a hell of a lot better if I knew that I could be there to protect her from them," I muttered darkly.

"I get the feeling she could do a hell of a lot of protecting herself, you know," Blaise observed. "She's feisty as hell. You can't tell me that she couldn't do a fair bit of it herself, can you?"

I threw myself down on the couch beside him, folding my arms across my chest. "That's not the point."

"No, I do believe the point is that you miss your sweet little Italian, and you don't like the idea that she could be out there anywhere without you. Do you?"

I gave him a dirty look. "You're missing the point. I'd feel better knowing that she wasn't alone in Italy. I don't care if it wasn't me that was with her. As long as she had someone with her, I'd feel a whole hell of a lot better about it, that's all."

Blaise smirked. "Okay, mate. It's your story, tell it any way you want."

I socked him in the arm and got up. I needed to find something to do. Anything to keep my mind off Sienna for awhile.

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Sienna's POV

Angelo grabbed my upper arm in a tight, vice-like grip. "Bello per vederla ancora, il tesoro. (Lovely to see you again, darling.)"

"Mollare di me, lei l'asino. (Let go of me, you ass.)" I snarled, trying to wrench my arm away from his death grip.

He laughed, and it made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I was mad, but he was beyond mad. He had found me, and I wasn't going to escape so easily this time.

He wrenched on my arm and yanked me out of the chair. I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pain as my arm was twisted viciously in its socket. There was no way I was going to let anything show around him. I would not back down, never show the pain that he was causing, and never, ever let him know how much I wanted to kill him.

"I do believe you wanted to return home, darling. Come now, let's go home," he said in an even tone, though he was mocking me.

That evil bastard of a lawyer was still sitting behind his desk, nearly smiling at the scene before him. My hate intensified by about a thousandfold, for both him and Angelo. It was a set up. The whole damn thing was a set up.

And I was royally screwed.

How the hell am I going to get myself out of this one?

I hurled myself at the locked door for the tenth time, not at all surprised that it still would not budge. Angelo had locked me in my old room the moment we arrived at my home. Of course, maybe I shouldn't have tried to claw his eyes on the car ride here.

What did he expect, that I was going to let him just have his way with me in the back of the damn car?

I think not. Stupid bastard got what he deserved.

I slammed my fist into the hard wood door again, achieving nothing except a huge pain that ran up my arm. My bruised arm. You know, the one that Angelo tried to rip from its socket.

I could have sworn I heard a chuckle on the other side of the door. I hissed in rage. Of course he would have someone stand guard outside my room. As if I could possibly think of doing something stupid in here. What did he think, that I was going to just off myself now, so that he couldn't get his digs on the business after all?

What a dumbass.

"Damn you, Angelo!" I yelled in rage. "You're an idiot! I hate you! I won't marry you! I'd rather drown myself in the channels than be your wife! I won't, do you hear me? I won't!"

I seized the nearest thing at hand, at the moment, a lamp, and chucked it into the wall. It shattered with a satisfying crash and the pieces went flying everywhere.

"Calm yourself, miss, or I'll be forced to restrain you," came a muffled voice through the door.

"It's my own damn room! I can do whatever I want!" I screamed, and chucked a porcelain figurine at the door, where it shattered into a thousand or so pieces.

"Don't make me get Angelo, you won't like that at all," the man called again.

"He can't scare me!"

Dammit! This whole mess is so infuriating! Locked in my own damn room by a psychotic bag of brawn and testosterone, with no logical sense of brain matter whatsoever! What the hell gives?!

Angelo came into my room, trying his best to look large and intimidating.

"You've resorted to throwing things against the wall like a child?" he sneered, looking at the shattered glass and porcelain everywhere.

"Like I said, it's my room, and I will do whatever the hell I feel like doing with my room. You own nothing here," I spat, walking to my window to have something better to look at other than his face.

"Don't walk away from me, Sienna," he said dangerously.

I whirled around. "I'm not your wife, you can't order me around. And I never will be your wife, and you never will order me around! I am my own person, I will make my own decisions, and I will not allow myself to become your damn servant for the rest of my life!"

He merely looked bored as I yelled at him. "Are you finished having your little temper tantrum?"

"Go to hell, and get out of my room," I snarled, turning away from him and staring unseeingly out my window once more.

A fist hit the wall just behind my head, making me flinch. He flung me around into the wall, and my head collided painfully with the hard surface. I saw stars, but I still managed to glare at Angelo as he towered over me.

"You think you're such a hard ass, don't you? Well guess what, my darling Sienna, you are nothing. You will marry me, you will do as you are told, and I will do whatever the hell I want with you. Am I clear on that?"

"In one ear and out the other, dearest Angelo. When are you going to learn?" I said in a sweetly cold voice. "You can't scare me. I am my father's child, remember? I can be just as big a pain in the ass as he can, and you know it. So it's gonna take a lot worse than this to scare me."

He grabbed my shoulders and rammed me back against the wall again, jarring my entire system and making the old wound twinge dully. Still, I held my ground. I glared at him with all the venom I could possess.

"The idea that you think pain can break me is amusing, Angelo," I said through gritted teeth. "You, clearly, are an idiot."

That's right. Just keep insulting him. See how long it takes until he snaps completely, and tries to kill me.

That will make Father really happy.

"You know, if you keep trying to hurt me, my father will demand to see me at one point, and when he does, and sees the bruises, you are going to be in a shit pot full of trouble, Angelo. He thinks the world of you, but if he sees that you've been touching me in any way, he will cut you from the deal."

Angelo looked slightly taken aback. He hadn't thought of that.

Of course he didn't. When does he ever show any signs of the slightest form of intelligence?

Oh yeah, that's right. Never. What ever was I thinking?

"You idiot, of course you didn't think of that. When do you ever think? You know, I never thought I'd say this, but I'm actually looking forward to seeing my bastard of a father. Then I can show him my bruised arm, and the bruises on my shoulders from you and the forced friendship with the wall. And then we'll see just how happy he is with you after that. Doesn't that sound like fun? I can hardly wait!" I sang sarcastically.

He glared at me for a moment, then with a snarl, slammed his fist into the wall again, leaving a large dent and a few cracks in the drywall. Then he spun around on his heel and left the room, slamming the door and making sure to make an unnecessary amount of noise when he locked the door behind him.

"Have a nice night too, darling!" I called bitterly.

I slid down the length of the wall until I was resting on the floor, my shoulders sagging forward. This was going to be a long, uphill battle from here.

The only question was how the hell I was going to get out of here without getting any more bruises, or worse, a diamond ring on my finger.

0000

Draco's POV

It was getting late. Too late, in my opinion. And Sienna still wasn't back. If it was late here, then it was ungodly late in Italy. Or so I thought.

"Look, mate, you're driving me crazy. Why don't you just go ask Dumbledore what's keeping her? Then you'll have something to do," Blaise suggested as I paced in front of the fire.

Which I had been doing for the past hour or so.

"Grand idea," I muttered as I did an about-face and walked purposefully out of the common room.

Five minutes later, I was in front of the door to Dumbledore's office, lifting the griffin knocker and waiting for an invitation inside.

"Enter," came the gentle response.

I strode into the room and perched on the edge of one of the chairs in front of the headmaster's desk.

"Sir, Sienna isn't back yet, and I was just wondering, you know, if anything was-"

"Wrong, perhaps?" Dumbledore interrupted.

"Yes, sir. It's late here, so wouldn't it be really late in Italy? Wouldn't she have been back by now? Sir?"

Dumbledore peered at me over the tops of his spectacles. "Draco, you do know that she was going through the estate that her mother left her, correct?"

"Yes, sir, but-"

"Then it would make sense that these things would take time to go through, correct?"

"Yes, sir, but-"

"Perhaps she has rather a large amount of items to go through. Do not worry. She will come back. And when she does, she can tell us what happened while she was away. Rest assured, Draco, I will make sure that she comes back. Perhaps it would be best if you went to bed and let me worry about Miss Palmero's whereabouts."

I got up, irritated, and thinking I just might take matters into my own hands if she didn't show up by tomorrow.

"Yes, sir."

"And Draco?"

I turned to face the old man again, my hand on the doorknob. "Yes, sir?"

"We will find her."

I left without another comment, my stomach twisting in a worried fashion. He made it sound like he knew she was lost or something. That couldn't be good. And if he knew, and wasn't telling me, then I was going to be royally pissed off.

Even more pissed than I already was.

Dammit, Dumbledore! Why couldn't you have sent someone with her in the first place? You should have realized that this could turn out badly.

I kicked the stone wall of the dungeons bitterly, and achieved nothing but an excruciating pain in my toe as a result.

Blaise was still reading on the couch when I came back. He looked up with a raised eyebrow when I came stomping in.

"I guess it's safe to say that you achieved nothing by going to see Dumbledore," he commented.

"Of course. It sounds like Sienna's gone missing in Italy, and he's insisting that she'll return soon. And he said that we'd find her. So that just tells me that he's gone and lost her, and has no idea where the hell she is."

"Damn, mate. That sucks."

I gave a growl of annoyance. "What was your first clue?"

Blaise didn't reply. He knew that was a rhetorical question, and I was in no mood to deal with sarcasm at the moment.

"I'm going to bed," I huffed, and stormed off to the dorm, my blood boiling and my brain seething with worry.

I changed into some pajamas and hopped into bed, yanking the sheets up with more force than necessary and causing the ends to come loose and fly up to my waist.

Swearing under my breath, I burrowed under the sheets and turned over on my side, glaring at the hanging surrounding my bed.

I was going to find her. If I had to go all the way to goddamn Italy, I was going to find her.

So what if there was a risk of getting my ass murdered by a bunch of psychotic mafiosos?