Hola, New Chapter. Again don't like it but has to do.
Disclamer: Don't own, just so everybody knows. Characters are not mine.
Warning: Higher rated part with in this. Last section. Not detailed.
Hayzel sat, her body shaking with nerves. Her back rested on the stone besides the door to Gryffindor. The halls held a golden glow with the setting sun.
She wrapped her arm around herself, holding tightly. She had checked the time she had left on the spell. It's was down to only twenty minutes.
Hayzel pulled up her legs and buried her head into her knees. She didn't know what to expect or what was going to happen when her time was up.
Hermione said that it wasn't going to be good, and she did nothing but believe her.
With no effort Hayzel lifted her body off of the ground. She took the steps down to the first floor and came to the tall arch that overhung the entrance to Hogwarts. Bad things were going to happen and she wanted nobody around that could get hurt. The only idea was to distance herself. Maybe the forest? Hayzel wasn't sure.
September air rustled the leaves on trees loudly. Bending down she fumbled with the laces of her shoes pulling the two fabric strings apart. Her right toe pressed onto the lip of her left heel till her foot slipped out of the shoe. The same with the right till Hazel stood only in her socks. Once they too were removed she walked barefoot on the grounds of Hogwarts.
Grass tickled her feet as she came up to the dark figures shaped into pine trees. Far off they bordered the edge of Black Lake then spread till they formed the Forbidden Forest. It's darkness haunted Hazel's mind as she stared.
The moon was full in the sky its pale gaze shining, giving everything a silver glow. The trees that faced the small light source were illuminated brightly while the back sides were left in complete darkness.
The evergreens rose higher than the others trees, the closer Hayzel got the bigger they became. Hayzel came to the border where grass turned to fallen pine needles. She would of been lying if she said she wasn't scared.
Shadows casted richly against the ground and moved with the breeze that followed the leaves above. Hayzel turned herself, leaving her back to the haunted forest behind. Her eyes trained onto the castle, its glowing lights golden through the windows.
The Gryffindor Tower stood up proudly, it being one of the highest points. Windows rounded its cylinder shape, evenly placed from the ones next to it.
Hayzel felt the slight tingling take over her body. Starting from her fingers and running to her toes. It felt that something had broken and it took Hayzel a moment before she realised that something did. The magical spell wore off leaving her body to shake.
"Oh Shit," Hayzel whispered out to know one. Her voice thin and horace as she tried to speak.
For slow seconds she waited in silence. But far off sounds of crickets filled her ears that chirped loudly. Her body unconsciously on high alert watching for the slightest of movements.
It came upon her, and it was something that Hazel couldn't really explain. As she stood waiting…. She couldn't help but ask why she was still standing there. She wanted to tell herself to run as far as she could to get away from the thing that was supposedly after her. Another thing that questioned her, was all this a joke.
Would she be standing in the middle of the night, with no shoes, waiting for some guy to what… rape her just because she was his mate? So back to her first, why was she just remaining when she should be escaping. Leaving to get away.
Maybe a deserted island out in Oceania or the Sahara Desert would be a good idea, anything but here. Next to the Forbidden Forest was probably the best of choices, home to many creatures, possibly even things like herself. How stupid she was.
Everything was lies and when the truth did surface, why did it make her feel so bad. Like she rather not of known and belive the wrong when it actually wasn't right. It was so messed up and confusing all at the same time.
Hayzel gritted her teeth before her body met the ground. As she fell her wings slid from her back and slumped to the ground. Her bare knees met the dirt from the skirt she was wearing. The uniformed cloak was discarded next to her in a black clump. Hayzel rested on her heels and her hands were placed on her upper legs holding up her upper half.
She pushed backwards so she was no longer sitting like she was. Her back came to lean against a tree and her legs pulled up forming two mountains; wings out to the sides. Fingers dug at the ground, dirt collecting under her nails. Her eyes glowed green as she looked up again waiting.
It wasn't the fact that she didn't want to but because it didn't matter anymore. Her body wanted to stay even if her brain did not. Her heart thumped and her chest tightened. The Great Harry Potter wasn't scared, no, because she was terrified.
She was alone. Hermione paced the boys dormitory, her hands clasped and fiddling in front of her. Her mind was racing through different thoughts. "Malfoy! Why did it have to be Draco Malfoy" she mentally screamed. She knew what was going to happen and it a pained her that she didn't tell Harry about any of it. She had hinted, and she was sure that Harry understood, but the Malfoy part she had sworn to secrecy and it nearly killed her. She was good at secrets but one like this… it was almost impossible. Her best friend was about to get hurt, physically and more likely mentally.
Worry filled Hermione's face and her eyes darted around thinking for a way to get Harry out of this. Doing nothing to settle her wild nerves, Harry was nowhere to be found. It was past eight and the sun had settled roughly thirty minutes ago and Hermione knew that her time was up. If it was't now then it was going to be soon, really soon. Draco wasn't that far away; at all.
"Hermione?" Came the voice of Ron. She jumped at the noise and turned to her newly made boyfriend. Her head tilted to the side.
"Please Ron," Hermione wined desperately. "Not now I have to think…"
"What wrong, wheres Harry? I haven't seen her yet this afternoon," Ron asked.
Hermione let out a breath brought her hand to her hair and raked it through it. She returned to her pacing, bed to bed and back again.
She passed the window glancing outside but only seeing the pitch black darkness of the night. It was no use.
"HERMIONE!" Ron yelled. "What is wrong!..."
"I can't tell you,"
"Why not? It about Harry?"
"NO, no it's not, stop asking questions,"
"But-,"
"I said no Ronald!" Hermione snapped.
"What! No! I'm not going to stop. Its obvious that something is wrong. Your fanatic pacing isn't keeping it a secret. If somthing is bad, I want to know. I am you boyfriend and I'm suppose to help with that. What happened, are you hurt? I can call Madam Pomfrey...Wait-.. Er Dare I even say it... Mione, but are you preg-"
"For heavens no, I'm not that stupid, but... I think Harry might be," Hermione told him.
"What!" Ron gasped. "What do you mean."
"The spell remember, the one Harry used," Ron nodded. "Its due to wear off tonight and I can't find her anywhere to tell her things. She just became a girl Ronald, she never had to worry about things like this…"
"..But, how long do you think it will take for him to get here?" Ron asked.
" I- um.. He is already here," Hermione adverted her eyes.
"What does-,"
"It means that Harry's mate is in this school,"
"Hermione!" Ron gasped. "Does Harry know?"
"No she does not, and you can't tell her either," Hermione said sternly.
"Why can't we tell her, and where even is she?" Ron asked for the second time.
"I don't know! And I'm freaking out about it, she could be anywhere. More Likely by herself…and-" Hermione shook her head and brought her hands to her face. Her eyes swelled and became a pale shade of red. "Were her friends, and she's been through so much."
"Mione…."
Ron placed a hand onto her shoulder and pulled her to his bed that sat next to them. He sat and put her next to him, and grabbed her arm and pulled on hand from her face. Ron looked at her distraught face; red nose, cheeks stained with tears but he honestly didn't care.
The lighting was yellow and dull and the night was dark as thick coals. Hermione slightly turned to the redhead, her eyes found his face but she didn't speak.
"It's going to be alright, Harry will turn up sooner or later. If it helps we can go looking for her in a little bit," Ron said trying to sooth his crying friend.
Hermione nodded. Her hand swiped at her eyes, wet smears collected on her fingers. She smiled at Ron and he smiled back. Her hands pulled at the robe that lined her arms. Digging her fingers into the fabric. Ron shook his head.
He reached for her hands taking them into his; cupping them.
"Didn't you hear what I said…. It's all going to be fine, Harry will be alright. She has been through tougher things than this. I can't believe I was ever jealous. And you, there's no need to cry about this. Things might happen but we will be there to get Harry through it. Okay? You trust me?"
Hermione thought but she didn't get far. Thinking seemed impossible right now, Ron didn't even know the rest of it. She knew that he knew what was to happen but he didn't know who. Both Ron and Harry's reaction scared her. Or when they find out that she knew and didn't tell them.
She broke and let her body fall against Ron's bringing her head down to his shoulder. She stared blankly at the wall, blinking tears, them rolling down her face. She listened to Ron's beating heart. The calming pattern clearing her mind, the soft thump.
She cranked to look up at Ron.
"I really hope you keep your promise…" She whispered quietly to the boy next to her.
The moon shown through the window, it almost at its fullest state. A sliver was cut out from it for the full moon wasn't due till tomorrow. But in this moment the moon was no source of power, or energy, a mythical symbol. But only a dawn of light that would make seeing easier. That being all that was needed.
A boy of grey wings and hair as light as natural hair could go. Fair, bright blond flashed down the hall. A shadow lacked in its presents. Something that was normal of the Adze, to have no shadow. But it was a thing that nobody really paid attention to. Not every Adze had a missing shadow, it wasn't uncommon not to have one either.
One day their shadow disappeared. Draco's had just left. The grey shadowy figure that was supposed to follow his every move had vanished. Draco had no time to think about it because his mind was focused elsewhere.
Well he didn't really know where his mind was at. First of he was confused, and second he was what he thought was excitement. Draco wasn't stupid and knew that it was centered around one person that he had believed to be dead. He couldn't explain it, all he knew was that he was needed. That he needed to be outside, in the trees.
He didn't know what to think, but he had to go to the forest. A growl sounded, its voice loud and menacing.
Hayzel heard it.
It was quiet but seemed so loud in her ears. A low rumble almost like thunder, but yet not the same. She looked to the sky but only saw the stars shining down at her, vibrant and big. The clouds didn't exist but a clear nights sky.
Her head had shot up from her knees when the noise had reached her ears. She forced her body to stand; looking around. Hayzel kept her eyes open intently scanning. She stood so her feet were planted a step from the other and her hands clawed at her sides. Her body not taking its guard down. She felt like a dog. Specifically the one Harry had seen at the park back in Little Whinging. It never stopped barking even when he had left it alone. It did no help because it would never stay quiet.
From behind her a stick broke. She whipped herself around to the sudden noise but was met with the bark of trees. Further back the forest got only darker. She ran her fingers through her hair pulling the strands up and away from her ears. Tilting her head she listened.
Leaves the rustling of leaves could be heard. The swishing and crinkling of the dead brown was quiet but nonetheless noticeable. A smell hit her like a wave of water. It was something she knew and she knew it well. It was him.
The sounds went from one side to the other. It stayed to the woods and Hayzel stood on the edge. Her toes still touching the grass, never leaving. Her ...mate? (oh did that sound weird) made a half circle surrounding her. It walked back before stopping right before her. Still the black was keeping it hidden.
Then did she see two silver orbs glowing from the darkness. They stared and she couldn't help but stare back. Hayzel gulped, her throat stuck from the dryness. This wasn't good.
She stepped back and her hands jumped to hold out in front of her, palms facing the forest. The unwanted figure came through the woods like a ghost. He walked forth to the light that the moon casted up above.
His head was angled slightly downwards but his grey eyes flicked up and watched. Blonde shone brightly as it contrasted with the dark background…. Hayzel paused at the hair and her mind drew a horrifying answer.
"No," Hayzel gasped. "Y- you… no…"
Draco had spread his wings, but Hayzel did the opposite. She enclosed herself into the feathery abyss and backed up a step. Turning to run Hayzel tried to get herself away. Instead she found her body hitting the ground and her face falling into the grass. A heavy force fell onto hers and a knee came to her back; holding her down. She squirmed but couldn't muster up the strength to push the other body off of her.
"You're mine," He hissed, hot breath tickling her ear. Hayzel shivered as he licked her ear but mentally scolded herself afterwards.
She grunted, trying to crawl out but couldn't, instead the knee let up and her body was turned over. The familiar face of Draco Malfoy looked down at her. His eyes calling to hers, the silver color glowed even brighter. Draco smiled.
It happened so fast, she let off a curtailing scream as the clothes were torn from her body. Nails rough against her skin. Her body shook, fear set in and all she could do was lie there. Hayzel closed her eyes and let Draco plant dry kisses over her skin.
It ended shortly and hands grabbed her knees as he yanked them apart. She yelped out but her cries went ignored. Draco's chest rolled with those same growls that she had heard before. Realization hit and she turned her head so her cheek rested against the dirt.
It hurt, was all she could think. Another scream tore through her body and echoed through the air, bouncing off the trees. The Draco she no longer knew pushed even further. Her body felt like it was being torn apart and it more likely was. Hayzel cried.
It kept going till warmth hit her and spread through her insides. All movements stopped and Hayzel breathed in deeply.
Her eyes opened, the surface glossy and a lone tear fell down the side of her face. She didn't care what happened, the worst was over. Hayzel lost all focus and just stared, to the happy stars above.
"Harry?" Came Draco's voice, but she didn't answer and she didn't want to.
"No I-I'm sorry, please-Hayzel? Potter?" The Draco Malfoy mask fell and guilt and grossness that he had done such a thing shivered through his body.
Trembling, Draco pulled his clothes back on and casted a spell to do the same to Hayzel who still laid unblinking at the sky. His wings left but Hazel's remained. He scooped up the frozen girl, the mates bond tingling with their touch. Draco ignored it, there was a more important matter. And something that was all his fault.
xXLiv214Xx Next few chapters we should be getting into the main point of this story. Main conflict. :)
