This chapter is unedited because my Beta went AWOL on me (if you read that, I'm deeply hurt). So forgive my imperfect grammar/ sloppy spelling/ random idiocy.

I haven't been updating since my life is unbelievably shitty lately, and I guess I lost the passion.
Maybe a few comments could cheer me.

Chapter 10 : Tests

When time had come for them to take their practical tests, Alexa was already nearing exhaustion; it was a long, tiring week with a tight, almost impossible schedule that was supposed to cover all the topics they had learned during their training. The first four days were composed of everlasting written exams and a few orals ones, testing their theoretical knowledge. The next two days were a straight forty eight hours of survival test, pushing them to their limits and beyond; Alexa had seriously began to worry for her sanity after being hunted by darkly clothed Aurors for so long. The last day consisted of a single exam, a duel; all the senior Aurors had come to the Malfoy Manor to participate and fight against the cadets.

"Proudfoot," Malfoy barked, catching her peer's attention. Proudfoot looked at the blond Auror with red eyes, barely kept open; he seemed as if he was going to collapse any moment. "You have the honor of dueling Potter." Malfoy then turned to Potter with a bitter smirk, "Please do return him in one piece. Otherwise a great investment of money and time will go to waste." His tone was cold and aloof as always, taking about his cadets like pawns on a chess board and nothing more.

"Engel, you go with Savage." Malfoy instructed Lukas, who turned to Alexa and gave her a reassuring smile. She replied with a weak one, and waited for her name to be called while the other cadets were paired off. Soon she realized she was the only one left, and look questionably at Malfoy who grinned evilly at her. "Let's see if you're as good as the legend tells." Malfoy said snidely taking a few steps backward, still facing her.

It took her a second to overcome the shock that she would be dueling Malfoy; she was certain he had arranged it to taunt her even more, but his plan was going to backfire. She clenched her wand tightly, mentally preparing herself, burying every emotion she had for him and studying him coolly. She quickly scanned her memories for his weakness and strengths, though she was bitterly aware to the fact that he had gotten much better since she last saw him fight. But one weakness surely has not changed because it was part from being a Malfoy; inborn arrogance. And arrogance on the battle was deadly dangerous. She smirked, a twisted, malicious smirk; it has been seven years since that ugly expression morphed on her face.

She bowed stiffly as the protocol required and lifted her wand to chest height and without any warning she felt a wave of energy making her way towards her; she narrowly avoided it and sent a quiet Doloris. It was a more moderated version of the Cruciatus curse that was barely legal, but she could care less about the laws when she was fighting the man who had tortured her mentally for the last months. The spell exchange was so quick, so varied it appeared like a rainbow connected them in a silent battle of brains and will; the outside world faded dully at the edges of Alexa's field of vision.

But one curse managed to penetrate her defenses and sent her crushing against the wall behind her; the pain paralyzed her for a slight second and she felt something warm drift from the back of her head and down her spine. The feeling of her blood on her skin kicked her out of her momentary shock and she quickly rolled aside, evading another attack. She got to her feet, not hesitating to use a few of Snape's dirty spells and partially succeeding, though she managed to cause him discomfort more than real damage.

She believed the strong pain in her head was caused by the hit, and paid no further attention to it, focusing solely on blocking Malfoy's vicious attacks; he was ruthless. But then she also noticed a strange feeling she had of being invaded somehow, defiled, and combined with the extremely concentrated, almost painful look on Malfoy's face she reached the inevitable conclusion; he was using Legilimency on her. Blinded by the wrath of his intrusion she mentally pushed out him so forcefully that he cried out in pain, and she thoughtlessly hissed a Crucio, dropping him to his knees.

His scream pierced the air and everything turned silent, only emphasizing his shriek of agony; he was certainly unprepared for that. Stupid Malfoy, she mocked him voicelessly, did you really think I care enough for you so I won't intend to hurt you?

For a few seconds everyone saw a glimpse of the notorious Alexa Kaiser, mass murderer and the rightfully dubbed Angel of Death. She glowed with a dark aura, radiating enough power to make a few of the younger cadets that came to watch to stable back. For the slightest moment it seemed like she regained her old self, the one she had tried so hard to erase, but she suddenly caught herself and ended the curse, looking at her hands with disgust. Malfoy was quick to recover and react and she found herself trying to breath but failing miserably; it was the same curse Snape had used against her during their secret lessons.

Not a panicked sixth year anymore, Alexa calmly sent a well-aimed Advoco Acerbus, summoning a creature of Dark Magic and leashing it out on Malfoy, forcing him to stop his strangling curse. Their spells became darker and more dangerous by the minute, causing massive damage to their surroundings; one missing curse ignited a fire in the Malfoy grove, another took down a wall in the west wing. Alexa knew nothing but the rush of adrenaline controlling her body; she did not hear them yell her to stop the battle; all she heard was Malfoy's ragged breaths as he tried to invade her mind again.

It all ended when she was tackled to the ground by a shaggy haired man; she almost Aveda'd him in the heat of the battle. "Relax, Kaiser." She heard Potter's annoyed voice as he tried to reach her wand and control her angry motions while she attempted to peel him off her; apparently she managed to get a good swing at his face before she calmed down. He backed away and she saw a steady stream of blood dripping from his nose; it seemed like history repeated herself. On the other side of the lawns, three Aurors were restraining Malfoy; he got to his feet just as she did and they shared a long, intense look that contained so many things unsaid.

"Merlin!" Potter muttered as he tried to stop the rush of blood, "You're just bloody untamable, Kaiser." He said furiously, "And insanely dangerous. Who is the idiot that paired you with Malfoy?"

"I am." Malfoy drawled while walking towards them, trying to maintain his elegant, blasé façade, though no so convincingly as he slightly limped and was quite bruised. "Nothing wrong with a little competition between old friends, right Kaiser?"

Alexa scowled but said nothing. "A little competition?" Potter cried out disbelievingly, pulling at his hair, "You're mad."

"It seems your training here is completed," Malfoy ignored Potter and addressed Alexa, "Come to my office at the ministry tomorrow at noon to receive your results."

Alexa nodded curtly and walked towards her dormitory only to be ambushed by fellow cadets that praised her for giving Malfoy hell; they all wanted to see him suffer. All she wanted was a long relaxing shower.

Noon came faster than she wanted it to; the idea of meeting Malfoy alone unnerved her greatly. But it was inevitable and she decided it was better to get it over with than drag it on, so at noon sharp she knocked on the door of his office and he invited her to step inside. He was standing near his desk, a fine dark wooded desk that was definitely not supplied by the ministry, briefly reading some paper. His robe was hanging on his chair and he wore a dark green buttoned shirt that was rolled up to his elbows, revealing the faded mark, and a formal black trousers.

"Engel and you are the only ones that had taken our accelerated course," Malfoy informed her in a bored tone, "Of course, we have higher expectations of those who take that path, and higher demands when having to decide whether you are fit to be Aurors. Unfortunately, only one of you passed."

Alexa gapped at him with disbelief. "Du bist ein arschloch! Feiger hund! Hurensohn!" Alexa's curses became gradually louder, "I don't believe you failed Lukas, you envious prick- "

"-a bit conceited of you to assume it is he I failed." Malfoy cut her rudely, throwing the paper he was holding on the table.

Alexa blanched, shock and humiliation hitting her like icy water. She took one step closer to him, too furious to speak, or to think coherently; she only wanted to hurt him, bad. Before she managed to attack he had gripped her wrist, restraining her, his face inches from her; the heat between them could feed a thousand suns. "Do you really want to hurt me Alexa?" he said huskily, "Or is it something else you want?"

His breath hit her neck and she shivered involuntarily; the next thing she felt was his nose slowly grazing across her jawline, and she froze, immobilized, like a dear in the headlight. His hands still held hers in place as he started to plant soft, butterfly kisses down her neck, occasionally biting a bit harder, while backing her against his desk. She hated herself, but when he let go of her hands she did not push him away, instead her fingers, having a mind of their own, ran through his painfully bright blond hair. One of his hands held her firmly around the waist, while the other traveled on her thigh, and beneath her skirt until it reached her dump underwear.

Without much intimacy or delicacy he spun her around and pushed her forward; the only thing that separated her from crushing head first into his desk was stretching her arms forward and blocking the fall. She felt his rock hard erection as he pressed against her, his lips almost touching her ear, "I fucked with you for months, and now I'm going to finish the job." He hissed and then bit her earlobe. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear in two swift movements and before she could react he was thrusting himself inside her, filling her with something she had not felt for many years.

She cried in agony; it was like being deflowered again after so many years of being inactive, and he was being especially rough. Every time he entered her was like he was stabbing her with a knife, his fingers dug into the gentle skin of her waist as he made sure she was still. Pain, physical and emotional, consumed her and the only thing filling her empty head was his muted moans as he bit down on her shoulder. Yes, she wanted it, yes she craved his touch, but this was just despicable and humiliating. And yet, she was helpless, standing there like a rag doll and letting him have his way with her, letting him destroy her in the most destructive way; he was the only one who could. Her Achilles' heel.

When he came inside of her with a deep, throaty groan that was buried in the flesh of her shoulder, she was nowhere near satisfied; he just used her for his own pleasure. A moment later he pulled out of her, and she slowly, fearfully turned to look at him. She encountered his blank features, like marble, hard and cold, as he zipped his pants. She felt his warm semen slid down her inner thigh. "Get out of my office." He said emotionlessly, looking at her with hollow eyes.

She closed her eyes for a second and inhaled deeply, fighting to maintain her composure. She quickly used Tregeo to clean herself and adjusted her clothes, smoothening them, and raised her head to give him a fierce glare and leave his office with her head up high. She managed to keep the façade until she reached the apartment the ministry provided her; the tears came as soon as she entered the shower, and mixed with the ice cold water. She rubbed herself so obsessively, until her skin broke beneath her frantic fingers when she tried to rid herself from the filthy feeling, on the verge of hysteria.

She exited the bathroom to find comfort in her two best friends; Firewhiskey and cigarettes. If she could not wash off his sinful touch, she could at least drink until she forgot it.