Disclaimer: I don't speak French. Didn't take it in school ever. Therefore the accuracy of any French in this chapter is solely dependent upon Google Translate.

Difficult

"Crime butchers innocent to secure a throne, and innocence struggled with all it's might against the attempts of crime."

-Maximilien Robespierre

"Obviously crime pays or there'd be no crime."

-G. Gordon Liddy

Chapter 13: Assaults on The Body

Tracey thought she would go absolutely mad, as she was once more holed up in the rooms designated for her imprisonment. However, she tried to occupy her mind. Mostly, she practiced her Occlumency for hours on end. The monotony broken only by mealtimes, showering and getting ready for the day. Somehow, despite feeling grateful to Professor Snape for his... thoughtfulness in bringing her a potion, she doubted she'd ever need it, being locked away as she was.

Unfortunately, she was rather surprised when a few days later, Draco Malfoy of all people, paid her a visit. She supposed that it really shouldn't be a surprise, considering that she was staying in the boy's Family Home. However, she was pretty sure that he was under restriction by his mother not to see her.

"You know I've been itching to see you since I first knew you came here," Draco started arrogantly, as soon a he entered her room, closing the door behind himself. He paced the room, completely unconcerned that he hadn't been invited in and started touching things, though they did belong to him. This was after all his home and the only thing Tracey had to her name was her wand, and she didn't even know where that was.

Tracey rather loathed that he'd caught her unawares as she was sitting indian style in the center of the very large bed. Today, she had chosen a set of robes, that gave her the legroom that she needed to sit that way. "Draco, how nice to see you too," Tracey said coolly, keeping the sarcasm in her voice to a minimum.

"I think you and me have a score to settle," Draco said, pulling his wand from his robe. Tracey tensed as she stared at the pasty boy, with a thin and pointy face. Tracey grimaced. She honestly didn't know what girls saw in him other than his name and riches. To her he rather did look like a ferret, and she'd rather enjoyed hearing about Moody turning him into one and bouncing him like a bouncy ball. Made her wish she had been there to witness it.

"What are you talking about, Draco," Tracey asked through gritted teeth as she watched him maneuver around the bed. She thought that sudden movements weren't wise. Just as they weren't wise to do around wild animals, though she credited animals with having more sense than Draco Malfoy did. All the while though, she slipped the bottle Snape have given her discreetly down her sleeve and into her hand. Since his entrance, from his even more overly confident stride than was usual even for Draco, Tracey knew that this encounter would be bad news. And his coming closer than was necessary to the bed she was on, left her feeling extremely on edge.

"Here," Draco said, tossing a letter. Tracey stared at it only for a second, noted that it was addressed to her and already open, and looked up once more. Draco smirked to see her suspicious look and quirked brow. "Your OWLs," he stated simply. Tracey snatched it up and looked down at it for a second. She wasn't surprised that she had gotten nearly all 'Outstandings' but for Astornomy and Herbology in which she had only received an 'Exceeds Expectations'. "You know I'm rather surprised by your scores. They're even better than mine. I didn't know you were so dedicated to your studies. Although, perhaps I shouldn't be. I suppose thats what you've been spending all that time with Snape doing last term. And here I thought you two were carrying on some kind of affair."

Tracey felt white hot anger suddenly spike up from her stomach as she glared at Draco, but she merely gnashed her teeth. Wasn't wise to anger Draco when he had his wand on you and you had no defense but a potion. Although, she supposed this was the only way Draco could get the better of anyone, if his goons weren't with him. Either way, it meant Draco could never take on anyone without having the upper hand.

"Well Draco, you of all people should know of the advantages of having Snape in your corner, so to speak. After all, he's been covering your arse the last five years. What, are you jealous you're no longer his pet?" Tracey bit back, with a smile. "So if you're done playing owl for me," she went on, motioning to her letter, "kindly leave. Or I shall have to tell your mummy you're breaking her rules."

Draco turned red, faster than she could say blush. She felt a thrill of pleasure to know she had riled him up. Though she supposed that it wasn't a difficult task, really Draco was far too easy. However, she felt he deserved that and much more, especially after what he said about her and Snape. "You think I'm scared of her?" he snapped, angrily.

Tracey shrugged. "I wouldn't put it past you; you scare so easily after all."

"I'm going to teach you a lesson, and Professor Snape won't be here to save you this time," Draco said, flicking his wand at her, causing her to be fall back he hands to be pinned on either side of her head. Her legs too, felt like someone had grabbed them, physically yanked them and tied them to the bed post at the foot of her bed.

"What the hell are you doing, Draco," Tracey asked, panic momentarily entering her voice, as he started crawling on the bed towards her. She twisted her hands and feet, but found that couldn't move them. They were pinned to the bed. Other than wiggling them a little, there was nothing that she could do.

"What Blaise has been wanting to do. What do you think he'll say when he knows I've tasted you first?" Draco asked as he grabbed her legs and pried them apart. He smiled up at her when he was done and kneeled between her legs as he hovered over her. Tracey felt sick in her stomach, and her heart beating hart in her chest as tears sprouted in her eyes. "You know, you really are one of the Prettiest girls in our year," he said, licking up one side of her neck.

Tracey shivered in revulsion at just the feel of his breath on her neck. To feel his legs brushing up her thighs and his tongue on her skin, made the vile literally crawl up her throat. And no matter how much she struggled against the magic holding her down, she could barely manage to move her limbs even a little.

However, she wasn't going to cry. She wouldn't let herself cry. Clenching her jaw, she turned and glared at Draco, willing him to get his face closer to her right arm. She managed to get him to do so, by moving her head as far left as she could, so that he could access her neck anymore.

Draco growled to be refused access to the soft skin he had been treated, but merely moved his head to the now exposed side. Tracey sighed almost in relief, but held her breath before twisting her wrist and spraying his face. Immediately, Draco pulled away from her and started brushing his nose, looking extremely confused.

"Remove this spell, and get out," Tracey commanded through gritted teeth, tears still glistening in her eyes. Draco removed the spell, rather much like a hypnotized person. When she was free to move she quickly scrambled up from the bed and physically shoved him out the door. "And don't come back," she called after him before she slammed the door shut behind him. This door automatically locked whenever it closed, she didn't have to bother with physically locking it.

Breathing hard, Tracey leaned against the door and slid down until she was seated leaning against it with her knees nearly to her chest. Unconsciously, she cradled the hand that held Snape's potion to her wildly beating heart, while she used the other to run it through the hair, all the while her body shaking as her mind ran over what had just happened. Or rather, what could have happened, if she hadn't had that potion on hand.

Tracey wasn't sure how it happened, one minute she was just sitting there thinking while trying to control her body from trembling. The next she was bawling and rocking her body back and forth; all the while both hands clinging to the little bottle as if her sanity depended on it, and holding it up to her chest.

XX

Tracey wasn't sure how many days had passed since Draco's visit. To Tracey, it felt like an eternity. It really didn't help either that she could hardly sleep anymore. These days, she spent most nights tossing and turning in the large bed, dreaming of being attacked and actually violated over and over again by that ferret of a boy. The slightest sound woke her, even if it was the breeze at the window.

She was even, totally apprehensive when the door of the room opened and tensed from where she stood by the small round circular table. She made sure that she had the small crystal vial Professor Snape had given her on hand. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when she noted that it was Narcissa Malfoy who stood there. For a moment, her ice-like eyes regarded her with her pale brows draw together as she looked her over.

"Come along, Tracey," she said, cool and civil as ever. Tracey furrowed her brow, but merely did as she was bid to do. She would find out soon enough, and she knew she merely better keep alert.

She kept pace with Narcissa and remained quiet as she followed her down the corridors of the manor. Tracey sometimes wondered why it was necessary to have such a large home when it was only Malfoy and his parent's here. The Manor was really just a vast emptiness, and Tracey was sure more so now that Malfoy Senior had been sent to Azkaban.

Tracey's gaze hardened at the thought. She was sure the slick git deserved to be there.

Shaking her head, she put the thoughts aside and followed Narcissa Malfoy into a sitting room. There was a witch, one Tracey did not know, moving a footstool to the center of the room. Draped over her shoulders was a measuring tape. Her hair was pale blonde, but with wisps of silver in it, was held up in a tight bun and she wore horn-rimmed glasses. She had just turned to look at Tracey when she suddenly smiled and smoothed long-fingered hands over a plain set of cotton, celestial blue robes.

"Is zat the girl?" she asked, her voice slightly accented. The witch was french from the sound of it, probably in her late fifties too.

"Yes," another voice answered, not that of Narcissa Malfoy. Tracey felt her heart pounding as she turned and looked and wondered how she had missed the dark brunette, standing at the window at the far end of the room. Though, Tracey did not recognize the face of the person that was now staring at her with a cold smile, she recognized that voice. She eyed the softened features, the sharp and pointy chin, the grey eyes and could see through the glamour to see the real Bellatrix Lestrange.

"My dear, sweet girl... you look so pale," she said in a voice that was almost sickeningly sweet. However, the woman could not manage her intonation to sound the least bit worried as she approached Tracey and grabbed her face between her hands. Trace felt her skin prickle, as if it was pressed on either side by slabs of ice and drew her face away, with a look of disgust in her face. However, she did nothing but glare at the woman, who was so near smiling in pleasure, that she had to turn her back fully to the seamstress.

"Come along dear," Bellatrix said, taking Tracey's wrist in her hand and leading her towards the footstool and pushing her so that she was standing on top of it. "This is Madame Blanc, she will be fitting you for all your robes," Bellatrix said before turning and taking a seat in a high-backed armchair, where she could keep an eye on Tracey.

"Je veux seulement le meilleur pour ma nièce. Soie, le satin, le meilleur de lin et coton," Narcissa said in french, stepping closer to the woman and pulling her aside. The woman nodded her head, and they started having a conversation. Tracey rolled her eyes as she stood tired atop the stool, wondering how long this was going to take, and thinking how typical it was that Narcissa Malfoy spoke French.

Finding that conversation of no interest to her, she turned to look at Bellatrix, whose eyes were also trained on her, though the woman wore a smug smirk on her face. Tracey narrowed her eyes and glared at Bellatrix. "You know, my first impression of you was that you had some sense and were slightly interesting, maybe even like you're father. However, if you're cracking being just a guest of my sister, than you're utterly unimpressive," Bellatrix said in a low tone, so that her sister and the french woman could not hear.

"You're laboring under the impression that I care what you think, let me set you straight. I don't. You're nothing but a filthy criminal, who cowers beneath a mask to commit heinous acts and probably bends over for any man who would be willing to fuck your despicable ass," Tracey said coldly, not bothering keeping her voice low, nor the contempt she had showing through her voice.

At this, Bellatrix stood up from where she was and backhanded the girl so hard, that the other two occupants in the room turned to look. Tracey vaguely heard a gasp through the ringing in her head. The right side of her head felt like it was on fire. From the force of the blow, her face had been forced to turn.

After moment, though her face still hurt and head head was in paining her, she turned and looked at Bellatrix. She reached up with her hand, and wiped the blood from her mouth. She could hear Narcissa speaking really quickly in French, probably explaining to the woman what had occurred. Tracey merely smirked at the woman breath heavily and glaring at her with eyes like daggers.

"Is that the best you can do? My mum could hit harder than that," Tracey spat.

"You cheeky, filthy-"

"Sister," Narcissa said, hurried striding over and grabbing Bellatrix. However, Bellatrix shoved her off.

"Did you hear what she said? She needs to be punished," Bellatrix shrieked at her sister.

"Madame Blanc, would you please start measuring her, I need to speak to my sister in private," Narcissa said, forcefully pulling her sister along.

Tracey merely got off the stool and sat on it once they were gone. Her head felt slightly dizzy. She heard the witch walk over and felt her presence hovering over her, but she did not say anything. Tracey didn't take any mind of her as she merely held her head in her hands and gingerly touched the right side of her face.

Bellatrix's knuckle had landed right at the corner of her lip and busted it. Touching it, she winced when she felt the cut. She really hated the whole lot of Draco's family. "Ma chere, are you all right?" Madame Blanc asked.

Tracey looked up and stared at the woman, who had eyes like honey. "I'm fine," Tracey muttered irritably. As she stared at the woman's unsure and concerned face, Tracey wondered if the woman could help her at all. Automatically she knew that she couldn't help her at all, however, there was something she could do.

Before Bellatrix and Narcissa walked back in, she put her hand near the woman's face and sprayed her with it. "You're going to hand over your wand, and not remember doing so, nor mention it," Tracey said, standing back up on the stool as the woman dazedly did as she was told. After having done so, Trace shoved the wan up her sleeve. "Madame Blanc, you should start measuring me," Tracey said in a normal tone.

"Oh yes... I must've..." she trailed off as she set to work. Not a few seconds more, and both sisters came back into the room. Tracey merely kept her gaze on the woman as she set about doing her work. She paid no mind as Bellatrix sulkily resumed her seat and stared at her with murderous intent, while Narcissa went on giving instructions in french all the while keeping watchful eye on her sister.

"You never did say what he wants," Tracey commented, after a few moments of staring at the woman measuring her in silence.

Bellatrix slowly turned to look at Tracey. "I don't know what you're talking about," she said haughtily before turning away.

Tracey felt her anger, simmering under the surface. However, she didn't think it would be wise to incur Bellatrix's wrath again. Whatever she might have said to Bellatrix, the back-hand had hurt, it was even still stinging. "I bet he hasn't even told you," Tracey said, with a slight sneer. Bellatrix turned her eyes to look at the teenaged girl. For a moment, Tracey saw the snarl, before Bellatrix looked away once more.

"That's not going to work, sweetie," she said in a sickeningly sweet tone. Tracey merely glared at Bellatrix.

"You better hope what he wants goes well," Tracey said, though she barely moved her mouth. Balletrix merely smiled in turn.

TBC...

A/n: To anyone reading this, sorry this took so long. I've been busy. As always please review1