Lyra collapsed somewhere on the third floor, unable to breath and unwilling to keep moving, she grabbed at the wall as she sank to the floor. Her chest tightened as a wail tore out of her in the abandoned corridor of the castle. She cried until her head pounded and she was sucking in shaking breaths. Lyra coughed and wanted to curl into herself, she held her stomach as it lurched; there wasn't anything left to vomit. She shot to her feet when a hand laid on her shoulder, her wand pressed firmly into the soft flesh under their chin. "Are you okay?" Luna blinked at Lyra.
"I'm so sorry I thought you were someone else." Lyra
"It's all right. I heard you crying and thought you may have been a ghost I haven't met yet." Luna sunk next to Lyra, who desperately tired to wipe her face clean.
"Luna I-"
"You don't have to tell me." Her dreamy voice was soothing, "I was actually sent to find you. A bit hard since I gave you my necklace." There was a small tinkling and she held two small vials in her hand. "Harry told Madam Pomfrey that you might be in shock from seeing Katie. He asked me to give these to you."
"Thanks." Lyra wiped her runny nose on her sleeve and Luna nodded as sat beside her. She stretched her legs out and tapped the toe of her shoes together.
"I'd just like to sit with you for a bit. Until you're ready."
"Ready?"
"For the dance, Harry asked me to take you. He's very thoughtful." Lyra laughed dryly. "It is rather formal, I hope you plan on changing." Luna stared at the ceiling, "When you're feeling better I'll walk you home so you don't feel all alone."
"That's kind of you but-"
"You should take those. This one is for the shock, and this one is just some FireWhiskey." Lyra laughed, "Ban told Harry you'd appreciate a shot." Luna shrugged, "I hadn't planned on attending the Green and Blue, but Harry knew I had received an invitation and thought you deserved some fun after you saw what happened. You seem really shaken up, so I agree with Harry."
"I don't think I have anything to wear, Luna." Lyra wiped her nose again and drank the foul potion and chased it with FireWhiskey.
"I can help you mend something," Lyra chucked, "Or you could use a spell."
"To change clothes?" Luna nodded.
"I'm quite good at it." She gestured to her bold outfit and smiled, "Can you draw?"
"Not well."
"Me either. But as long as I have an idea it should be fine."
Lyra laughed uncontrollably, "Why would I even go?" Luna blinked.
"Do you not want to?"
Lyra sighed, "I'd rather just get drunk."
"You could get dressed up and come drink with me. We can dance." Luna reached forward and grabbed the tips of her shoes to stretch her back, "Food's supposed to be delicious too. Tons of deserts." Lyra smiled, Luna stood and helped Lyra to her feet. "Want to meet me near the Ravenclaw dorms?" Luna smiled, "Wear something I can transfigure." Luna finally let go of her hand near the top of the stairs that lead down to the dungeons, "You'll be okay. I can tell."
"Haven't seen much of you." Pansy was rummaging in her wardrobe and frowning, "Thanks for gracing us with your presence. "
"You're going tonight? You got an invitation?" Pansy smiled.
"I'm a date actually, totally last minute. They must have forgotten to invite me this year." She blushed, "Or just assumed I'd have a date." She turned with a dress held to her slim figure, "You were invited?"
"Date." She nodded and turned back to mirror.
"Too booby?"
"Work with what you have." Lyra flopped on her bed. There wasn't much to Pansy, she was tall and skinny and didn't have much of a curve. "Wish I could wear something with that deep of a neckline. I'd look like a pornstar."
"Yeah but you look sexy in the uniform with your figure. When I wear the trousers I look like a boy from behind."
"Goyle ask you?" Tracey frowned, "I didn't get an invite, and he didn't ask." she sighed when Pansy glared at her. Tracey sat next to Lyra and offered her a shot. "Let me live through you two." Lyra accepted it and before Tracey could knock hers, she accepted the second.
"As if Goyle would even dare to ask me." She was beaming as she laid the dress across her bed, "Draco asked me." Lyra's stomach flopped. The other girls gasped happily as Lyra coughed wildly, "I didn't think he wanted to go, especially with me, we fell apart over the summer." Lyra moved to her wardrobe and frowned at her lack of formalwear. "And then his letter-"-
"Tracey can I have another? I can still stand without the room spinning." Lyra pulled her deep blue velvet dress from her wardrobe and she shrugged. "God I love you." Lyra returned Tracey's smile and drank both shots she offered, "I'd marry you on the spot if you'd have me." Lyra kissed Tracey's cheek and the girl flushed. Lyra stripped and pulled oh her corset, gripping her wand loosely and holding the bodice as it laced itself.
"Talk about pornstar." Pansy whistled. "Whoever your date is is one lucky guy."
"It's Luna Lovegood."
"Looney Lovegood?" Lyra rolled her eyes and Daphne laughed. "Guy's didn't ask you?"
"I was a bit in shock, and Luna's a friend. She thought I needed to get out of my head since- it doesn't matter." Lyra pulled on her short dress and winked at Tracey when she gave her another shot. "I'm serious Tracey." She sipped the shot back easily, "You wouldn't be my first girlfriend."
"That's enough." Pansy shooed a flushed Tracey away from Lyra, "She needs to be able to get to the dance. You're wearing that?" Her roommate raked a disappointed look over her body.
"Nope, corset is for shape, dress is the basic idea." Lyra pulled her heels on and fastened them around her ankle.
"How are you wearing your hair?"
"No idea."
"Makeup?"
"Didn't think that far." Lyra kissed Pansy on the cheek and pulled a sheer scarf from her drawer, "I'll see you there. Save me a dance." Tracey gave her another shot as she passed and Pansy scolded them both. "Live a little, I'm drinking until I forget today." Lyra knocked it back and set the empty glass on Daphne's nightstand as she left the room.
Luna was smiling at fellow Ravenclaws that were complementing her pale blue tiered dress when Lyra finally made her way up all the stairs to Ravenclaw Tower. "That is a lot of fabric." Lyra chuckled and Luna smiled at Lyra's dress.
"You went with blue as well?"
"I can change."
"It flatters you and we look like proper dates." She smiled, "How would you like it?" Luna raised her wand and Lyra winced, "Are you alright?"
"Fine." She sighed. Lyra did her best to describe the dress she saw in a movie her uncles had bought for her, she always admired Anastasia's blue dress from the film. She held her sheer scarf near her back and Luna was nodding thoughtfully.
"Beautiful." Luna smiled, "It might take a bit." Lyra nodded and waited, she felt like Cinderella as Luna tapped her dress with her wand only there weren't a ton of sparkles circling her or a grand transformation. It was more like she changed clothes as she blinked.
"Is it okay?" Luna frowned. Lyra felt the soft material, playing with the small gems that speckled her now floor length gown. The bodice was stiff and the neckline was straight and Lyra couldn't have been happier. The strict shape of the top seemed to amplify Lyra curves and she loved the way the fabric felt on her skin. Lyra touched her waist and nodded, she smiled as she swayed her leg out of the slit that ran high on her thigh. "You said you wanted it the top tight so-"
"Luna it really is perfect." Luna beamed and Lyra laughed. "Just like I wanted."
"It looks extremely Muggle. But the stars are a nice touch." Luna brushed her hand on the soft fabric as Lyra played with the sheer trains and pulled up her pale blue gloves. "Your bracelet doesn't really go though."
"I cant get it off." Lyra tugged it and Luna rose her want, "No," she sighed, "It fights back." Luna smiled and waved it over her wrist.
"Then we'll just change the way it looks." The oval stone squared out and deepened to a sapphire, two more were added along with the clusters of diamonds and the silver shifted to gold. "It's just a glamour, it'll slowly change back."
"It's perfect" Lyra smiled widely, "Thank you so much Luna."
"Hair?" The quiet girl offered, "Necklace?"
"Do your best." Luna chuckled and lifted her wand, Lyra closed her eyes and tried not to flinch.
"Here." She flicked her wand and said some spell Lyra hadn't learned and a mirror appeared in front of her.
"Damn." Lyra admired her reflection and leant forward to appreciate the makeup. "You should do this for a living." She touched the gold and diamond collar and admired the earrings.
"We should be heading out." Luna tapped the carved stone wall with the tip of her wand and smiled at Lyra when she turned away form the mirror. "Can't get caught, security's been getting tighter." She pulled Lyra by her gloved hand down a long and dimly lit secret staircase, Luna opened a door into the cold and snowy night. "Adder's Fork." She breathed into the night.
Lyra marveled as a path melted into the snow, droopy flowers pushed their way through frozen ground and lit the way across the campus, Luna giggled and pulled Lyra after her. She couldn't feel the wind or the cold as they rushed down the path and away from the Castle. The trees shook in the breeze. but Lyra was cozy in whatever enchantment surrounded them. She glanced behind her and watched the snow fall back together to disguise the tail, the flowers dimmed and they wilted, and with a final blink they sunk back into the snow. "They can't see us." Luna smiled as they passed two students who were out past curfew being busted by a young, mousey haired Witch.
"Woah. Luna are we going-" but she had her answer. Luna pulled her into the Dark Forest and slowed to let more flowers bloom. "Isn't the forest dangerous. And off limits?"
"If you stay on the path and you should be fine. I've been here tons of times without a protective path and nothing has happened." She slowed to a stop and smiled, "We're here." Lyra frowned at the ruin of an old outlying manor.
"Wow." She groaned.
"Pessimist." Luna laughed and hooked their arms together, "Mackled Malkaclaw Tail." She pulled Lyra off the path, stepping the forward past the last glowing flower and through a magical barrier that melted around them. Lyra was stunned at how beautiful it became when bathed in a warm glow. Music poured from its missing roof, there were small flames that flickered in the air that swayed lightly to the music from within. Large garlands of flowers and evergreen created a wide circle around the crumbling structure and split a lane towards an open archway.
"Wow." Lyra gasped. As they approached, the statues that flanked the entrance splayed their wings to block them from going inside. Lyra craned her neck past them to watch people pass the large archway. Luna produced a small coin and tapped it with the tip of her wand, a delicate ringing sang through the air and with shuttering cracks the statues shifted back into their places. Lyra followed Luna, down the path lined with flowers and noticed it carried into the building and up the crumbling walls. Lyra's eyes shot around the dramatic room that was decorated beautifully with flowers, autumn leaves, and evergreen. The Ruins filled delicately with the of smell of cinnamon and citrus, there was a crispness in the air as the room was open to the night. Lyra was drawn to the large fireplace that burned low and coughed smoke into the room. Small burst came from the fire in the shape of birds, burst from the smoldering wood and fluttering around the room to fill it with delicious smells. "I love magic."
"Come on then. Drinks and deserts, right?" Lyra smiled and let Luna pull her towards one of the long tables that lined the back of the room. The top half of the wall was missing, and students lounged on the rubble as they flirted with their dates.
"Lyra!" Ban shouted over the music and pulled his date along with him. Dates.
The two boys trailed behind Ban and straightened when he introduced them to her. The three of them wore the identical dress robes but donned their house colors with a cummerbund and a bow tie. "You look dashing." Lyra faked a British accent and her bother laughed, his dates weren't as amused, and Luna was gathered sweets for them to share.
"Ladies, this is Roger Davies." The boy with a blue tie and bronze waist straightened and smiled.
Luna let Lyra bite into a small Lemmon tart and smiled when Lyra nodded enthusiastically. "He's rather rude." Luna leant close and grabbed a desert nearest to Lyra, who tried not to laugh.
"And this is-"
"Cormac McLaggen." The Gryffindor introduced himself, seizing her hand and kissing her gloved knuckles. "Care to dance?"
"I'm actually-" but he was already tugging her to the floor.
"You look beautiful." He seized her waist and began moving. "You know how to Walts?" He sounded impressed and Lyra rolled her eyes.
"I learned if for my debut." She laughed at his puzzled expression, "It's a No-Maj thing I suppose. My Uncles are quite influential in America so it's a common thing amongst the more well off, I suppose." He held her firmly and she leant her head back as he dipped her, he was quite skilled. "It's where young women are presented into society. Tradition." She scoffed as he jerked her upright and held her close.
"My father is well known." His voice was smooth and smug, "And my family happens to be very influential in the Ministry." As they danced she focused on her brother, who was making Luna laugh. She hadn't noticed that there were others watching until he turned her face away from her brother, "We vacation with the Minister of Magic often, if fact-"
"Would you excuse me?" She pulled from him as he went to spin her.
"Of course, I-" but she wasn't listening to him and drank the first glass she found. She laughed after she drank it and frowned as she realized it was Giggle Water.
"Aguamente." She tapped the glass and drank the water in attempts to cool herself. "I can't be here Ban." She sighed as her bother ate a questionable hors d'oeuvre. "It's too much. Everyone keeps staring."
"Well, I have been told that you are alluring. And no one told you to go out there and dance."
"It's a dance Ban what do you want me to do?"
"Not hypnotize half of the school would get you off to a good start." He laughed and popped something in his mouth.
"You're being mean Thuban." Luna was at Ban's side and Ban deflated when she scolded him. "Come on." Luna held Lyra's hand and Ban frowned and took Luna's other one.
"I was joking, Sweet Moon. Besides, our plan is working. So seduce away." She hadn't known who she expected to see when she turned to follow Ban's nod, but it wasn't Blaise Zabini. "I'll be trying to get as drunk as possible because I can already hear what everyone thinks of your dress choice."
"It's okay Luna." Lyra nodded and Luna frowned but let Ban move her away from Lyra. Blaise wore a black blazer with a high collar that complimented his chiseled features and high cheekbones. "Would you mind babysitting him?"
"Have fun." Lyra chocked on her drink when Ban patted her a little harder than she hoped for, Luna tugged Ban away and Lyra groaned inwardly.
Blaise cleared his throat and offered Lyra a chocolate covered strawberry, which she accepted happily after pulling a long glove from her arm. "Thank you." His eyes lit up as he watched her lick the juice from the lips. But Lyra didn't notice, she was too occupied with watching the smoky birds soar over their heads. They thinned as they fluttered around the room, spreading their delicious scent and then disappeared into nothing.
"I haven't had the pleasure of talking to many of your kind before." His tone suggested the opposite, and hinted of agitation, Blaise cleared his throat and took a step back when a couple reached for a glass.
"My kind?" She licked the melted chocolate from her fingers and watched Blaise's eyes fill with concern over his word choice. "And that would be-"
"Half-breeds." She lifted her glass as it refilled with water.
"That so? Last I heard, I was a Muggleborn." He stepped closer and she watched him as she drank slowly. "The rest of the Slytherins' haven't stopped reminding me."
"We did some digging."
"We?" She questioned and pulled her glove back up her arm. Blaise ignored her.
"Veela don't breed with Muggles."
"Wow, talk about an icebreaker."
"That's why you changed your hair. To suppress the Veela side of you. Creative."
"So you can talk to me since you think I'm no longer a Mudblood?"
"It's not everyday you meet a Veela."
"Actually, you have met me everyday- for three months now."
"I noticed."
"Hm." Pansy was frowning as she neared Lyra.
"He's not here yet?"
"Who?" Pansy blinked at Blaise when he spoke, unsure why he was there and then looked to Lyra who was reaching around him to grab a short glass filled with something much darker than the Giggle Water.
Pansy grinned and stood a little straighter, "Draco of course. Who else?" Lyra rolled her eyes and raised a glass in a silent toast before downing the burning drink.
"Oh, thank god." She reached for another and Blaise watched her half horrified, half impressed and completely mesmerized as Lyra easily drank another full glass of Fire Whiskey. "Going to need something way stronger than Giggle Water to get me through the night."
"Are you alright?" Lyra nodded and sipped another glass.
"Oh yeah, totally." She licked her lips, "Just peachy." She smoothed her dress and adjusted her necklace, "You want to dance?" Pansy watched, speechless as Lyra pulled Blaise after her. He grinned down at her when he spun her into him, and wrapped his arm firmly around Lyra's waist. "Are these things always so stuffy?"
"How do you mean?" Blaise was frowning and she shrugged. "So formal. Are there only slow songs?"
"You came in a bit later than the rest of us. There were a few that were better paced, but I'm not minding the slow songs." He spun her and Lyra dizzied quicker than she would have liked. "Give it a bit, midnight is close." He held her firmly to him and helped her sway to the music.
"So, what you were saying before." He looked down at her, "You apparently found out my mother is a Veela, and since they don't, well you know," he chuckled, "with No-Maj's you formed a conclusion that my father would have to be a Wizard."
"Yes."
"Interesting." She chuckled, "And how did you come to this conclusion. How did you get this information?"
"Connections." She nodded.
"Right, makes sense. So now that you know I come from a Wizard and a Veela you find me worthy?"
"Half-bloods aren't too bad." He lowered his voice and leant closer to her, his hand moved lower on her waist, "But we dug around and found more than just that."
"We." She repeated.
Blaise ignored her and pulled her closer, speaking lowly into her ear. "And it turns out there is no Wizarding family with the last name of Piers."
"That so? Guess I really am a Mudblood then." He hummed and pulled them back together roughly when she stepped away from him.
"I doubt it."
"My father was a Squib." admitted Lyra, "And so was his father, then his mother and father were also a squib. I think great-great-grandma might have been a Witch but its up for debate since she married and became a ballerina." Lyra's voice blended beautifully with the music and the more they danced the more Blaise wanted to talk to her all night. "My great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother, give or take a few greats was a Witch though. And her daughter was a squib and married a squib and so it went on until my father. Who was again was a Squib."
"But your mother-" Blaze was confused and Lyra laughed.
"Wanted a child so she married my father. Lucky her, she ended up with two pairs." Lyra frowned, "Guess your connections were partly correct." She needed a break and by the way Blaise was beginning to move rigidly she would say he did too. "I need to sit for a moment." He guided her to a table and then rushed to get her a drink.
"What's that all about?" Pansy flopped in a chair behind her and pouted, "Since when have you two been friends."
"We're not."
"Then why is he suddenly your waiter?" The girls watched as he grabbed snacks and was carrying three glasses towards the table.
"Same reason I've been getting gifts and the answers to tests." She turned to Pansy who rolled her eyes.
A Ravenclaw boy pushed a younger Slytherin boy towards Lyra and Pansy nodded for Lyra to turn back around. "Would you like to dance?" He cleared his throat and Lyra shifted in her chair, "With me I mean." She recognized the boy who had given her the box of chocolates.
"Well who else?" The small boy beamed, "I'm sorry but I-"
"Where have you been Draco." Lyra's breathing hitched as a chair was pulled behind her. "I've been waiting for hours, I thought you wanted to go together. The Guardians barely let me enter."
"I had to take care of things."
"Sorry, I'm a bit tired right now," Lyra admitted and smiled up at Blaise as he neared, "And I have a dance partner for the time being. But if he bores me," she winked at the boy who inflated with confidence. "You'll be the first I look for."
"You didn't tell me what you wanted." Blaise's smiled faded when he looked past her to Draco and Pansy.
"So you got her everything?" Pansy snorted. "Now that you mention it, I am thirsty." Draco said nothing and when Lyra heard the chair slide across the floor she turned to her friend. Her gaze fell on Draco who leant back in his chair comfortably.
Her head snapped forward and Blaise pulled a chair so he could sit in front of her, he pushed the deserts closer to Lyra. "Thank you." There were more chocolate covered strawberries and she smiled "They're my-"
"Favorite." Blaise smiled proudly.
"Exactly. How did you-"
"I told you, I have connections." Draco scoffed behind them.
"So you say." Lyra pulled her gloves off slowly and watched him watch her bite into the fruit. "Since you know so much about my family how about you tell me about yours?" Lyra looked at the drinks and frowned.
"Water, wine, whiskey."
Lyra laughed, "Of course. The essential W's." Blaise rested his elbows on his knees and smiled flirtatiously as he leant closer to her.
"My parents are purebloods." Lyra nodded, "They are very influential and well known." Draco chuckled and Blaise glared past her at him.
"That's so cool. And someone like you is interested in a Mudblood like me."
"Half-blood." Blaise rolled his eyes, "Drop the act. Malfoy knows."
"And I care?" She leant forward, leaning close to Blaise and then bent down to rub her heel. "Besides, I don't think being a child of a squib counts as Half-blood. Though, none of this really mattered much until I got here, you all are very prejudicial."
"You're a Half-blood?" Pansy smiled and leant against Blaise who shrugged her off. "You should have told me sooner, I would have been worlds nicer to you."
"Should have been nicer regardless." Lyra groaned and Draco chuckled. Pansy shrugged, "Thought I was. We didn't even hex you." Lyra knocked back another whiskey and laughed, "We talked about it, but we changed our minds."
"I'm going to need another." The glass refilled and she smiled.
"You should slow down." Draco's voice gave her chills and her stomach fluttered uncomfortably. She knocked back another to spite him and then chased it with a bite of a strawberry.
"You have been going since the dorms." Pansy sounded concerned, Lyra couldn't handle being near them anymore, she laughed dryly and drank two more.
"Dance?" She nodded, "We should dance." Lyra held Blaise's hand and led him away from the table. The songs were faster now and reminded her of the music from American clubs. She smiled at Luna who was dancing with Ban, or more accurately, trying to keep pace with the way her brother was moving. Lyra hooked her arms around Blaise's neck and moved in time to the song. He held her waist tightly and when her body rolled against his leg he licked his lips.
"Wow." He raised their entwined hands and she spun so her back was pressed against him. Her head was deliciously fuzzy and the music moved her effortlessly, she laughed when Pansy pulled Draco near them. Lyra cupped Blaise's cheek as he leant forward to whisper to her, she closed her eyes to listen to his deep voice and chuckled.
"In your dreams Zabini." When she opened her eyes Draco was staring at her as Pansy lead him closer. He whispered something and Pansy pouted and went to follow him back to the table, "Dance with me." Pansy blushed as Lyra pulled her close and tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I've never-"
"I did ask for a dance. Just have fun." Pansy smiled, Blaise groaned when Lyra stepped away from him and held Pansy's stiff waist. Lyra watched him walk stiffer than normal, and winked when he tried to adjust himself inconspicuously, he pulled at his high collar as he flushed. Lyra pulled Pansy's arms over her shoulders and helped her move her hips to the music as it changed songs.
"You're pretty hot." Pansy giggled and Lyra's hands moved a little lower.
"You're not so bad yourself Pansy." Lyra watched her friends face redden, "This dress is crazy." Lyra was blushing, she could feel the heat in her face and blamed it on the FireWhiskey. "Seems like your date likes it." Lyra's mouth was dry, she nodded towards the table and smiled at the boys who hung on their every move. Her head fell back a bit and her body tingled in time to the music. The FireWhiskey melted away any cares she had about people watching her dance, and she let herself forget about Draco she ground against Pansy.
She glanced at Blaise but focused on Draco instead, his face slightly blushed and he palmed himself before adjusting the way he sat. Lyra moved her dress slightly and watched both men lick their lips at the sight of her bare skin.
"I need a drink." Pansy laughed, "Or twenty. I want to feel whatever you're feeling. And I think FireWhiskey is they key." She left her alone and Lyra continued to sway, running her hands over her body as she moved.
"Lyra." She frowned when her brother stood in front of her, "That's enough." She groaned and he gestured to a particular group of boys who were arguing, one was Cormac McLaggen, and he was the first to throw a punch. Lyra laughed.
"How is that my problem?" Lyra groaned when her brother lead her by her elbow away from the swaying bodies.
"Did you find anything out?"
"Probably Blaise, an elitist to the bone. He thinks I'm hot though, so maybe not to the bone?" Lyra glanced at the table and rolled her eyes. Pansy was sitting in Draco's lap, leaning against him and his hand rested on her thigh. He didn't look particularly happy and shook his head as she whispered something. Lyra turned back to her brother and massaged her shoulder slowly, "Pansy too. Like I told you."
"You seem really friendly with them." he was glaring past her at boys who were moving too close to their conversation.
"I happen to be drunk," she admitted and as if on cue Luna was at her side with a shot of chocolate liquor. "You're a bad influence on her Lala."
"She said she didn't want to feel anything." Luna smiled and held a chocolate covered strawberry for Lyra to bite.
"Ban I think I love her too." Luna stiffened and stared up at Ban. Lyra couldn't see their exchange, she was looking over her shoulder and raking her eyes over Blaise, who caught her checking him out and smirked smugly."Besides, Pansy is my roommate. We literally live together." Lyra knocked back two more drinks before her brother grabbed her wrist to stop her from a third. "But Blaise is cute right? No beer goggles? I can't really remember what he looked like when I was sober." Ban smacked her on her head, "Ow," the slight contact made her dizzy, "What?" She pressed where he hit her, "He might open up a little more if I were to" She giggled, "gave him a little nudge." Lyra toyed with the top of her dress.
"Lyra!" He covered his ears and she flushed, it wasn't what she said that made him react.
She cleared her throat, "Besides they like me more now." She accepted the glass of water from her brother with a frown. "They consider me a Half-blood. Well, us, I suppose."
"What are you talking about?"
"Apparently there was some investigation done on our family. We're Half-bloods to them now." She grabbed another whiskey before Ban could swipe it from her and handed him the empty glass. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to see if he has the tattoo. Or any tattoos." She turned to Luna and curtsied, "Thank you for the invite, I am thoroughly boozed." Luna perked up, "And I'm going to listen to the little voice inside me." She winked at Ban who looked like he was going to be sick.
"I don't think-" but she ignored her brother and sauntered over to Blaise to whisper to him, his eyes widened and he nodded.
"Goodnight Pansy." She winked and let Blaise lead her from the ruins. He pulled her around the building and kissed her with urgency.
"I've never had a Veela before." She giggled while his hands trailed her figure.
"Funny. I've had a Pure-blood." She moaned when he kissed her neck.
"That so?" His hand was following the slit of her dress and then hitched it higher.
"Not here." She growled as he kissed her and moved his hand away from her underwear. He held her captive in a mediocre kiss, she heard him groan lightly, and then his body slumped against her. Lyra slid him off of her with a heavy thud. "What is wrong with you?"
"Are you stupid?" Draco and Lyra were shouting at each other.
"Am I stupid?" Lyra scoffed and nudged Blaise's body with her foot, she squatted to check his pulse and then pushed his sleeves up to check his forearms.
"I didn't kill him." Draco groaned, "Do you really thing that I would-"
"Honestly? I don't put anything past you anymore." She stood and brushed the forest debris from her gown.
"What were you thinking." Draco snarled. "Blaise?" He pointed his wand at the unconscious boy.
"What or who I do is actually none of your business anymore, Draco." She stepped over Blaise, "Now if you don't mind I think there are a few guests who would like to dance with me. Cormac seemed to like me. Maybe he could finish where Blaise left off before you cursed him." He stepped close to her and she snapped her wand towards him.
"You don't think I would hurt you, Lyra I-" "You've done it before Malfoy." She circled around him and his chin jerked at his name, "I can't do this. Leave me alone, I'm done with you." Lyra's voice cracked and she cleared her throat.
"No." He took another step and her wand rose higher, pointing directly at his face. "You don't get to act like this. Like you have the option to toss me aside." His eyes were furious and Draco's voice was dangerously low. "You're mine Lyra."
"No." She growled, "I appreciate that you didn't kill me. But you didn't save me Malfoy, I don't owe you anything."
She watched his jaw clench and his wand flash, Lyra crossed her arm in front of her to shield herself and then countered. He deflected her spell and it bore a hole through a tree feet away. "You crazy bitch!" Draco growled and shot spell after spell at her, Lyra was shaking as she countered and backed away from him. Her heel snapped and she fell as she tried to throw up and other protection spell. He smirked when his spell made contact and her wand flew from her, he shot another and watched her squirm against the ropes that bound her.
Draco's eyes glinted devilishly watching her dress indent with the strain of the ropes, "I hate you!" He was muttering more spells and circled her as the ropes coiled around her and then wrapped around her neck.
"That so, little bird?" Her brother's laughed spilled from the ruins, along with the men who were his date. Luna followed the group back to the castle, smiling widely and laughing when Ban scooped her legs up to carry her.
"Ban!" She strained, "Luna!" Draco squatted and ran his wand up her bare thigh.
"They can't hear you. Not even your brother with those fancy little spells you've been using." His hand moved higher, Draco pushed her dress higher, bunching it on her stomach, and rubbed her underwear. Lyra thrashed, and squirmed away from his touch. "They can't see you." He rubbed his fingers over her and she groaned as the ropes tightened. "They can't hear you." he swirled his fingers over her clit and Lyra strained against the invisible ropes. "So scream for me, Lyra." He pushed his wand onto her hip and she screamed, gurgling as her bindings wrapped tighter around her throat. "Good girl.
"S-stop." Lyra coughed. Draco was undoing his belt and then the button of his trousers. Lyra's eyes lulled and coughed when the vanished.
"Don't want you passing out." Draco stroked himself and Lyra rubbed her throat and dug her heels into the cold ground to push away from him. "And I do enjoy the sounds you make."
"Malfoy. No." She squirmed, kicked her legs wildly to try and get away from him, but Draco dropped on top of her, his knee grinding into her thigh to pin her to the ground. Lyra screamed and moved to strike him only to have her arms pulled above her head by imaginary bindings. She was whimpering as he groped her, begging him to stop. She tried to reason with him, but Draco couldn't hear her, his head was pounding as hit anger spiked. He used his other knee to stroked her roughly between her legs. Lyra tried to kick him, to push him off; her legs were pulled apart. "Please. Stop I don't want this."
His mouth was on hers and she sobbed against his kiss. Draco moaned, dipping his tongue into her mouth as she tried to roll him off. Lyra bit his lip as hard as she could and he sucked his teeth, pulling from her and touching his fingers to his split lip. "You stupid cunt." His hand was fast and firm when he hit her. Draco's ring tore her lip, his backhand made Lyra's eyes fuzzy. "Hold still." His hand was between them, petting her furiously and she screamed when he hiked the skirt of her dress fully around her waist. "I knew you wanted me. Look at what you're wearing." He fumbled with his pants and Lyra strained against her invisible bindings. "Stop fighting me." He hit her again and her head lulled to the side, face stinging and she licked the blood from her lips. Draco moved her underwear to the side and forced himself inside her.
"No." She cried. "Stop it Malfoy. Please." The ropes vanished and she pushed his chest but Draco didn't even move, just held her waist tightly as he stroked himself with her.
"Draco?" Pansy called into the night and Lyra screamed for her help.
"Shall I let her see us?" Lyra screamed again and Draco laughed. "I bet she would hold you still if I asked." He moaned when Lyra tried to pull herself away only to be pulled more fully around him. "She wouldn't help you Lyra." He smirked down at her, "No one would care." He closed his eyes to savor the way she felt, "I'm the only one who would save you." Lyra was able to bring her elbow to his face when he closed his eyes. His nose cracked and he hunched to cradle it. Lyra was able to escape, scrambling away from him and kicking him in the chest to create more distance.
"Accio wand." She felt along the ground, "Accio wand." Draco seised her by her neck and threw her backwards into the dirt.
"See?" Draco laughed, "Some part of you knows you belong to me." He held her wand mockingly, and then directed it towards her, "Your wand even answers to me."
"Please," Lyra was crying, her nails digging into the cold earth as she clawed away from him, they were nearing the edge of the spell that covered the ruins. "Don't. Malfoy." She tried to sit up, gasping at the pain in her stomach. Draco was already over her, dripping blood from his nose and lip onto her face.
"It's just blood. Lyra." His mouth was bloody as he grinned, "You want me." He nodded, "You know this Lyra."
"I don't. Just go." She shook her head as he brushed her hair from her face. "I wont tell anyone. Please just stop, and I'll pretend this never happened."
"I always hated your hair up." He was ignoring her pleas, or perhaps he couldn't hear her over his own thoughts. "You moved with him like that." Draco whispered, "You let him touch you. Kiss you?" His anger was returning and Lyra sobbed as he brought her wand to her face. "It's okay, I'm here Lyra." He hushed her, cupping her face and rubbing her wand roughly against her face. Draco rubbed his thumb over her split lip when his blood dripped close to her mouth. "You're mine."
"Stop." Whimpered Lyra. Draco kissed her and Lyra gagged as his blood poured into her mouth and dripped into her nose, she was choking on it.
"You're so lucky to have me." He was touching her softer now, caressing her face and pulling her hair from her updo. "Please, Draco." Her hand was shaking as she reached to touch him. "Just let me go." He stared down at her. Draco's face twisted in confusion, Lyra placed a chaste kiss in his bloodily lips and smiled sweetly up at him, she was terrified and crying, shaking under him as he moved to touch her again. "Let's go home." She nodded and he mirrored her, "Draw a bath." Lyra winced when he shifted is weight, her hip cracked and she smiled weakly up at him.
"You're not mad anymore?" His finger dipped inside of her and she sobbed.
"No." She said a little to fast and a little too loud, "Of course not, Draco. You're punishing me for being disobedient." He stroked her hair with his free hand. "I want you." Draco smirked down at her, "Just not here. Not in the dirt." He dropped her wand above her head and started to undo her hair with more urgency. She kissed him again, his blood smearing over her face and into her mouth. "Please," she panted and tried not to gag, her hand moved slowly up above her head, "You're hurting me." He ground his knee into her hip and spread her legs wider.
"You're a bad lier." He growled and seized her wrist when her fingers brushed against the smooth wood of her wand. "And you don't get to chose your punishment, little bird." He kissed her long and deep, his fingers moving inside her and her body went limp as he touched her. She couldn't handle his hands on her, tearing away at her greedily. Lyra spit their mixed blood onto his face and Draco used his fist this time to correct her behavior. Lyra stared past his wild expressions and focused on the moonlight shuttering behind the bare trees. Lyra cried silently as he used her, bucking wilding into her, trying to rouse a sound. He hit her again and her head flopped to the side. Lyra focused on the glittering snow beyond the barrier as her hot tears pooled in the corner of her eye and trailed over the bridge of her nose. Draco was speaking, but Lyra couldn't understand anything. She willed herself further away or deeper inside herself. She hummed in her head and closed her eyes. Lyra was somewhere nicer in her mind, a place where Draco couldn't touch her, she winced as pain exploded through her abdomen. She wanted to be somewhere where Draco couldn't use her body for his own pleasure, couldn't put her under a spell and make her attempt and kill someone.
He was done but she couldn't tell the difference; her whole body ached. His touch stayed with her as he tucked himself away and stared down at her. Draco was panicking at her side and trying to get a response from her. Draco turned her head towards him but Lyra just stared through him. Her eyes glazed over and unfocusing. He shook her, but Lyra was numb and willing the cold forest floor to swallow her whole. "Lyra?" Draco was frantically shaking her, and her eyes finally fell on him. He was panicked and still bleeding, he was speaking but Lyra couldn't hear him.
"Leave." She whispered when feeling finally pushed its way through her, she tried to curl inside herself but she couldn't move. "Just go, you've got what you wanted."
"You said you wanted to go home." he tried to sat her up. Lyra could finally see him for the monster he was. She spit their blended blood at his face and he didn't even blink. Her body ached as he carefully laid her back down, she closed her eyes tightly unwilling to see his face. If she looked at him any longer she wouldn't be able to hate him, his eyes were so sad as she rejected him. "Lyra I-" she refused to hear him, rolling her head away from him and ignoring his pleas. Eventually, she felt Draco leave the wards. She cried silently and found the strength to push her dress over her exposed body. Draco's footsteps crunched in the freshly falling snow, she laid there or what seemed like years, listening to everyone leave the party, and eventually, Blaise groaned into consciousness. He couldn't see her, couldn't help her. No one could.
She woke up on the forest floor when the cold finally crept into her. The magic had faded and left the ruins lifeless, silent and dark beside her. Lyra rolled painfully and shivered as she stood. Her body was stiff and cold when she tried to step forward. Warmth dripped down her leg and she winced trying to suppress the pain in her stomach and she followed the trail up her leg, under her skirt. Lyra's shaking hand dripped with fresh blood and the back of her dress was soaked in it. She stumbled through the cold November morning, smearing her blood on the trees she used for support as she tried to get back to the castle. Her gait was uneven and she fell to her knees and sobbed in the snow, Lyra pulled her broken heel from her and fumbled with the buckle on her other shoe before throwing them both away from her. She used the fresh snow to scrub some of the blood from her face and her legs, she winced as she stood and stared at the reddening snow.
Her legs were stiff and she couldn't remember the password to the secret passage so she opted for the front door. Lyra pulled twig from her hair as she stumbled through the heavy doors. It was silent this early in the day, save for the quiet sweeping of Filtch in the Entrance Hall. He stared at her when she fell against the wall for balance, his expressions hard to read. The man didn't scold her or threaten a detention, just grunted and returned to sweeping.
Lyra noticed her reflection in a window as she walked towards the dungeon and laughed at how filthy she was, and how much blood was still on her face. Draco's blood. She touched her lip and sucked her teeth when the scab split. Our blood.
She stood in the shower, fully clothed until her dress was too heavy and she let it fall to the floor, Lyra fumbled with her corset. Her wand was missing. Draco had taking it with him. She finally got it undone and tossed it onto the pile of blue fabrics that was being washed of her blood. Lyra scrubbed her skin raw to try and erase him. She pulled at the bracelet and when it didn't even move she fell to her knees, her lips stung at the pressure of the water. Her stomach lurched as she watched the blood circle the drain, Lyra supported her self on the wall and she tried to wash the blood that dripped from between her thighs. Her eye was swelling and when she brushed her hair from her face she cried out at the pain that shot through her jaw. Lyra held herself and let the scalding water try to cleanse her of tonight. She cried until her throat stung and her head pounded. Lyra leant against the wall until the cool tiles that soothed her bruising face matched the temperature of her skin.