Chapter 27: What Happened to Her

FLASHBACK:

"That was not smart, my dear, not smart at all. Apparently you do need to be disciplined some more. Let's see, what could I do?"

Harriet didn't want to know what he could do. Although her mind could come up with a few hundred options on what this man was capable of she still didn't want to know. Lucius let go of one of her arms and used his hand to grab a fist full of hair and pull her head back against his chest. He placed his face inside her raven locks and inhaled deeply.

She smelled divine. There was a hint of citrus, oranges perhaps, mixed in with the smell of grass and sunshine, no doubt from the match, and something he couldn't exactly place which he supposed just might be her natural smell. He exhaled through his mouth and chuckled again as he felt her shivers of fear against his body.

"I wonder…" he said trailing off at the end and yanking her head to the side.

Harriet had a split second to wonder why that hadn't snapped her neck be for Lucius' mouth covered her own. She tried to scream but his tongue forced itself into her mouth, nearly chocking her. She coughed when he pulled away and took a few deep breaths. She felt the pressure leave her arm and tried to pull away again, but a siring pain in her head reminded her that he was still holding on to her hair.

"Delicious." He hissed.

Then he paused. Harriet didn't care how or why. She reached her hands to her head and tried to pry his fingers out of her hair. But no sooner did Lucius go into the daze, he came out of it.

"Yes." He whispered to himself.

Before Harriet could make out what he meant she was on her back, her hands bound to one of the headboard poles and Lucius had lowered himself onto her. As soon as her head stopped spinning and she realized her situation the alarm bells in her head started ringing.

"NO!"

She began to struggle. Moving her legs in an attempt to throw him off, but even she knew it was useless. He was twice her size and it was like being pined under a bunch of weights. She continued to scream and yell, hoping to get some sort of reaction of the mad man on top of her.

As much as Lucius loved his victims to scream now wasn't the time for it. He held his hand out to the side and his wand flew into it. He silenced her please and screams then flipped the wand over, running the silver snakehead along her cheek. A few of her tears collected on it but he continued to move it downward. He paused at the top of her sports bra. Harriet silently prayed that whatever he wanted to do he wouldn't but the ripping sound that reached her ears and a pain in her chest told her otherwise.

Lucius was ripping the bra off with the teeth of the snake head and leaving two parallel lines of blood on the skin where ever he ripped. Next where her panties. Again they where ripped apart and blood flowed out of the parallel lines on the skin. He set his wand down and began to move his hands around her body. Once in a while he would squeeze a section of skin which caused more blood to ooze out. However he didn't seem to even notice the blood.

His hands would move over the wounds and spread the blood around like a lotion. He began to lean forward and paused at her neck. She was still pleading for him to stop and trying to scream, but all that came out was silence. He snapped his fingers and the charm was lifted.

"Please…please no…"

He just laughed at her pleas. He bit her shoulder hard, drawing more blood, and electing another yelp of pain from her. Lucius chuckled again. She had no idea what pain was, he would show her pain. And he would enjoy it. He covered her mouth with his again, reached down for his belt buckle, and was almost done undoing his trousers when the wards went of. Cursing loudly, Lucius undid the bonds on her wrists, slapped her one last time, fixed his trousers, grabbed his wand & cane, and headed out of the room.

Harriet lay on the bed breathing heavily. Her head was still spinning. Her whole body ached she wanted to move but her body felt like it was being held down by cinderblocks. Finally she gave up. Her eyelids closed, and the world went black as she fainted.

END FLASHBACK:

"The next thing I remember was waking up in my room with you and my father in there with me. Well, I guess that's it then."

She looked over at Draco who had his head buried in his hands. His body had shaken with anger throughout Harriet's entire story. All he wanted to do was march strait through the doors of Malfoy Manor and kill his father.

"Draco? Draco please, look at me."

Immediately, Draco obeyed. His eyes made contact with hers. For a minute all he did was stare, then pulled her tightly to him.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It was horrible, yes. And even though he almost ra… well, he didn't. I know now that I should have told you a while ago about this but I was afraid."

"Shhh… Let's talk about it anymore tonight. I know it took a lot of courage for you to tell me this."

"Courage? Ha, some Gryffindor I am. Not even being able to defend myself…"

"Against a wizard who's twice your age, more experienced, Death Eater, and as dark as they come. Sometimes I think that with the exception of Voldemort, my father is the darkest of all wizards. "

"What if he comes after me again or you…"

Draco put a finger to her mouth.

"If he EVER comes near you again, I'll kill him consequences be damned."

Harriet wanted to argue but he looked so determined and she was so tired that she didn't want to fight now. So instead she just smiled and snuggled into the bed covers. Draco did the same and held out his arm. Harriet rolled over into his embrace. They had always slept in one another's embrace in the same bed, but this was different. Their lower halves were entwined as well as their tops. If anyone were to look into the bedroom there would only appear to be one body in the bed.