Author's note: OK, I have a feeling that some of you are going to hate me for this chapter. Just keep in mind that not everything in life is rosy. We all have our trials and tribulations, but most of the time they work themselves out. Freak not. Just give this a chance, ok? Reminder, this chapter is rated R for drug content and violence.
Disclaimer: I sold my soul to J.K. Rowling and now she officially owns everything.

The girl was running as fast she could, trying to lose them. She didn't know where she was going. The house was so huge, and she had no idea where she was. She turned the corner, and ran directly into five of them; all five in black, hooded robes. She couldn't see their faces. She tried to turn around, but it was too late. The hooded figures had surrounded and seized her. "Noooooo!" she screamed, but it was of no use. Who would hear her? As she struggled, one of the figures produced a wand and pointed it at her. "Crucio!" the figure said. A paralyzing pain from every inch of her body surged through her before she could manage a scream. The pain was so great that it silenced her. As she writhed in pain, she did not see him emerge from the shadows. He too held a wand in his hands. He was there for several moments before she noticed his presence. "Draco! Help me!" Elisabeth cried. Draco did not respond. Instead he pointed the wand directly at her. "Avada Ke-"

Draco sat up with a start, his whole body drenched in sweat and trembling. What the fuck was that!? Why had he dreamed that? Draco looked beside him, gasping for air. Elisabeth was still, silently sleeping. Hot tears ran down his face, and he leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I could never do that to you. It was just a nightmare." Elisabeth continued sleeping,the only sound was her long, even breaths.
It had been six months since their trip to New York. Things had changed a lot since then. Elisabeth was much happier; there was a glow about her that hadn't been there before. He had changed too. He laughed more, and just seemed to see the world differently in general. Elisabeth's old bedroom now was only used to house her excess belongings; she had moved into his room shortly after they had returned. Draco smiled to himself. For once, he loved someone. For once, he was loved in return. For once, he was truly happy.
Draco looked at the clock. Six -thirty. No use in going back to sleep now. He didn't want to take the chance of having another nightmare. He decided to go to the library and get together Elisabeth's lesson plans for that week. She was extremely talented, and it wouldn't be long before they were completely finished. "Well, with the lessons anyway," Draco said to himself, smirking Elisabeth came in at around eleven. She noticed that Draco seemed very tired. "Draco, are you all right?" she asked.
"Yes, yes I am fine. Just a bit tired. I didn't sleep very well.... had a bit of a nightmare," he answered.
"Oh honey, I am so sorry. Care to talk about it?"
"No!," Draco said, a little too quickly. Elisabeth gave him a funny look. "No need to worry about it," he said gently. "I'm fine."

It had been too weeks since the nightmare, and Draco couldn't remember the last time he had a full night's sleep. He had more nightmares every night since the first one, and they got progressively worse. Elisabeth was worried at first, but now she just seemed irritated. And why shouldn't she be? Draco snapped at her all the time because he was just too tired to think straight. He was quite sure she was on the verge of moving back to her old bedroom.
Draco stumbled into the owlery to get the day's post. He found a small pile on the table. "Junk, junk, Witch Weekly, more junk... ah." A small, strange looking letter was at the bottom of the pile with no return address. He opened it cautiously.

Getting quite comfortable, I see? Voldemort and your father may be dead, but that's no reason to lower your standards and go around acting like a fool. You're making a grave mistake, Draco Malfoy.
The letter wasn't signed. Draco was furious. What kind of prank was this? Who was doing this? "Don't worry about it..someone's just trying to scare you." After all, what could happen? No supporter of Voldemort dare come to light now, right?

***The Next Afternoon***

Draco stormed to the library, his face still stinging from where Elisabeth had slapped him. He couldn't blame her though; it was all his fault. Being sleep deprived hadn't made him such great company, and now that bloody letter! What was going on?
Draco froze as he stood in the library doorway. There was a letter on his desk. He approached cautiously at first, then charged toward the it. The letter was similar to the last one: same handwriting and no return address. He tore it open angrily.

Trouble in paradise, eh Draco? Better be careful or lover girl might move out, and what will she be good for then? Ahh, but it will be lucky for you. Maybe if she leaves you'll come back to your senses.

"FUCK YOU!!" he screamed, slamming out of the library and storming towards the dungeons.

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Elisabeth flinched as she heard Draco scream and then charge down the hall. She felt badly for slapping him, but she couldn't take it anymore. He was always snapping at her. She could tell he wasn't getting any sleep, but he wouldn't tell her why. What was she supposed to do when he wouldn't tell her anything?
Elisabeth slowly walked down the hall, pondering what she should do. She saw that the door to the stairs that lead down to the dungeons was open a crack, and she could see a small sliver of yellow light emerging. Maybe I should try to talk to him. She didn't know why she thought this; he would probably just snap at her again. She had to try though; he couldn't go on like this. Neither of them could.
She descended to the dungeons below, the light growing stronger with every step. She had always hated this part of Malfoy Manor, and Draco himself usually refused to go down there unless he absolutely had to. That was why it was odd that he would be down here now. The stairs opened to a small, cold, dark room. Torches lined the walls, giving off the sparse yellow light. In the middle was a chair, with Draco straddling it backwards, facing away from her. She saw him lean down, and she heard a noise... like a sniffing sound. He straightened back up, wiping his nose. He repeated this twice more before she realized what he was doing. "Draco!" she exclaimed.
He looked up at her quickly, clearly surprised. He didn't say anything; he looked as if he didn't know what to say.
Elisabeth ran up the steps, fighting back tears. Why was he doing this? What was wrong? She ran into her old bedroom, slamming the door behind her, and collapsing on the bed in tears.

Elisabeth didn't know how much time had passed since her horrible discovery when she heard a knock on the door. "Go away," she yelled coldly. He didn't listen. Draco shoved the door open and crossed the room. Elisabeth refused to acknowledge his presence. Draco came close to her and started kissing her neck. "I thought I told you to go away!"
He ignored her. Instead he kept kissing, harder this time. "Ouch!" Elisabeth exclaimed, getting up. "Stop it! I don't want to look at you right now!"
Draco charged across the room, a menacing look in his eye. She knew it wasn't really him. Well, it was him, but he was high. He seized her shoulders and slammed her against the wall. "You little bitch! How dare you refuse me!?
Elisabeth was terrified. She screamed and he backhanded her with full force. Everything went dark, then light, then dark again. She felt like she was falling. She came to as he was pulling at her jeans, and she kicked him hard him the groin. He staggered to the side, giving her time to grab her wand. Just as he started for her again, she pointed it at him. "Petrificus Totalis!.' Draco's body froze, then fell over with a thud. Elisabeth quickly gathered a few personal items, stuffing them into her backpack. There was no telling how long the spell would last. Where was she going to go? "Hermione," she said to herself. Yes, she would go to Hermione's. She would be safe there.
With that, Elisabeth grabbed the Firebolt that Draco had bought her for her birthday and ran out of the manor.