AN: Okies, I lied. The last chapter didn't have violence, I changed the way
I had planned to end it. Now, THIS chapter is where we get some juicy
stuff, so hope you're satisfied. ^_^ I still appreciate any HELP you guys
have. Oh, and I warn you, the next few chapters will move up into the bad
PG-13/R range...
So far, no flames...no fires for me. *sigh*
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Chapter 4 Draco's Mistake
Aurora struggled in the hold of Draco's friends, who were identified as Crabbe and Goyle. "Why are you doing this, Malfoy?" She whispered, her voice sharp. Draco shrugged as he approached her, then glanced up at his friends. "Are the doors secure?" He asked them. Crabbe nodded. "All locked and hexed," he replied in a deep, gruff voice.
Draco grinned maliciously as his gaze returned to Aurora. "Well, then," he said, and without warning, kicked her hard in the stomach. She let out a grunt of pain and fell backwards into the clutches of Crabbe and Goyle, who held her back up. Draco then slammed his fist into the side of Aurora's jaw, catching her lip in the hit. Aurora's lip split and blood ran down her snow white skin.
Goyle kicked her in the knees from behind, making them buckle and she fell to the floor. Crabbe and Goyle continued to restrain her by holding her arms, letting her half hang, half kneel. Draco got a little closer to Aurora, and swung his fist upwards, hitting her hard in the chin, slamming her teeth together, cutting her tongue.
Aurora tasted blood in her mouth, and instead of swallowing it, she spit it at Draco, nearly missing his leg. "Fiesty," he commented, slapping her across the face. She let out a soft cry that sounded like a cry of pain from a bird. Draco stopped. Crabbe and Goyle dropped her to the floor and backed up. Draco looked at them and they left as he kneeled to help Aurora.
As he took her by the shoulders, she slapped his hands away and glared up at him as she forced herself to get up.
"You have made your first mistake," she said, her voice quivering, "you have made this angel cry."
On a sudden rage, Aurora tackled Draco to the ground, but as she reached up to punch him, Draco grabbed her wrists and rolled over so that he was now on top of her.
His weight wasn't that much more than hers, but he remained on top of her. She fought to get him off, but he continued to pin her down until she was too tired to fight back.
"Mistake," he spat, "I don't make mistakes."
Aurora grunted as Draco released one of her hands and ran it over her forehead, pushing back the sweaty white-blonde hair. Then, he leaned over and buried his face in her neck, sucking tentatively at it.
Aurora moaned, half in pleasure, half in rage. Draco pulled away and stared down into Aurora's fearful eyes. "Was that a taste of heaven?" He asked sarcastically. Aurora snatched her other hand out of Draco's loosened grip and slapped him across the face. "If you ever try something like this, ever again, you'll get a taste of hell."
Then, she pulled out her wand, making Draco get off of her at once.
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Lucius sulked in his armchair until Severus finally entered the room, wearing the same expression as he. "He got you too?" He asked Lucius, who nodded gloomily. "Sorry, Luc." Lucius shrugged as he stood up, his Staff sliding through his gloved hands to touch the floor. "He's letting me stay, Severus, it's just the fact that he threatened me," he snapped.
Snape snorted. "The man is a nut, Lucius. You hate him, don't worry about what he said. It's not like he can do any damage to you," he replied.
Lucius sighed in response as Snape walked past him across the room, undressing from his black robes. "Well, sleep is calling," he said to the now staring Lucius. He had now stripped down to black, slik boxers. He glanced over at Lucius and narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked the half-gawking man.
Lucius blinked. "What?" He asked. "I suppose you'd like to go to bed..." Snape said, motioning to the bed.
Lucius actually blushed, making Snape raise an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?" He asked. Lucius made a stubborn face as he shook his head and disrobed as well, lying his black cloak on the armchair, topped by his gloves and Staff. He stripped down to his own silver boxers, and joined Severus in the bed of black sheets.
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When Aurora entered the Great Hall the next morning, conversation ceased to continue at once. Her lip was red and swollen, her left cheek and eye were bruised, she held her stomach as she walked, and she limped forward. At first, she kept her eyes right on Dumbledore, who had stood up in concern with a few other teachers, but she glanced briefly at Draco, then at Harry.
Aurora had barely gotten halfway across the Great Hall, when she suddenly collapsed in between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables. Gasps and conversation flew back into the Great Hall, but no one moved to help Aurora except the teachers. Dumbledore immediately was at her side, taking her light form into his arms. Hagrid bounded over and took Aurora from Dumbledore's arms.
"I wan' to know who did this!" He roared, his eyes flying about the Hall. "Now, now, Hagrid," Dumbledore said, patting Hagrid's arm, "whose to say it was a student?" Professor McGonagall rushed over as the students continued to eavesdrop on the conversation. "Let's continue the converation elsewhere, shall we?" She asked, eyeing a few nearby students.
Dumbledore nodded as Snape joined them, and he turned to face him. "Come with us, Severus, you are the head of Slytherin..." he said to the teacher. Snape nodded curtly, and followed Dumbledore and Hagrid out of the Great Hall, McGonagall behind him, following as well.
~*~*~*~
Harry and Ron looked at each other, as well as every other student. Conversation throughout the Great Hall was focused on the sight they had just seen. "Who could've done that to her?!" Ron exclaimed to Harry and Hermione. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table and saw Draco looking more normal than he had the previous few days.
"I bet you I know who," he said.
"Who?" Ron and Hermione asked at the same time. Harry didn't answer, only continued to stare at Draco. Ron and Hermione's gaze followed Harry's to the Slytherin table and saw how he was staring at Draco. "You think it was Draco?!" Hermioned whispered frantically. Harry shook his head. "I know it was Draco," he replied, standing. "Where are you going?" Ron cried.
Harry looked down at them. "I'll be right back," was all he said.
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Aurora heard distant voices as she woke up, and realized what a horrible headache she had. When she opened her eyes, she saw Dumbledore and McGonagall conversing quietly. "Why do you think it was a student, Albus?" McGonagall was asking. Dumbledore sighed. "Look at her injuries, they're not serious at all, but they are worth looking at. If it was an adult that attacked her, I believe she would be much worse," he replied. "Hagrid believes the same thing."
McGonagall sighed and looked back over at Aurora, noticing her awakening. "Oh, you poor dear," she said, walking back over to Aurora's side. "Madam Pomfrey as done quite enough for you, I'd say," she continued. Aurora looked away, glowering, making McGonagall look at Dumbledore in a silent plea for help.
"Miss Malile, is there something wrong?" He asked her. Aurora did not answer at first, but when she did, it wasn't in reply to Dumbledore's question. "I would like to speak to Draco Malfoy," she said. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at each other, then back at Aurora. "Did he do this to you?" McGonagall asked. Aurora looked at the tight-faced professor.
"Will you please let me speak to him?" She pleaded softly, making the professor purse her lips.
"Albus?" She asked. Dumbledore nodded. "Will you go get him, Minerva?" He asked. McGonagall sighed, but did as she was asked, leaving Dumbledore and Aurora.
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Harry hurried to the Hospital Wing to see Aurora. It was pretty obvious that that was where they had taken her. As he ran down the halls, he saw Professor McGonagall rushing down the same hall, and he ducked behind a statue. When she was out of sight, he continued to the Hospital Wing.
As he entered the large room, Madam Pomfrey noticed him at once and rushed over. "Is something wrong, dear?" She asked. Harry shook his head. "I wish to speak with Aurora," he said.
Madam Pomfrey chuckled. "I'm sorry, dear, but Professor Dumbledore is with her," she replied. Harry looked over her shoulder. "I'm sure he won't mind, this is important," he said, making Madam Pomfrey sigh. "Alright," she said, giving in, and stepping out of Harry's way.
Harry thanked her and walked further into the Wing, spotting Dumbledore sitting beside Aurora's bed. As Harry approached them, Dumbledore turned to look at him. "Yes, Mr. Potter?" He asked. Harry glanced at Aurora, who had her gaze on him. "I wish to speak with Aurora, please," he replied.
Dumbledore looked down at Aurora. "Is that alright, Miss Malile?" He asked.
'No, don't ask her! She'll say no!' Harry screamed in his mind.
But, Aurora actually nodded making Dumbledore stand up. "Alright, well, I'll leave you two alone for a little while, but Aurora will need to get some more rest," he said. As he walked past Harry, he gave the boy a small nod of his head, then walked out of sight. Harry sat down next to Aurora's bed as she looked away.
"It was Malfoy, wasn't it?" Came the question.
Aurora closed her eyes regrettingly, swallowing the bitter remark she wanted to shout at him. "How did you know?" She whispered.
Harry scoffed. "I've seen the way he acts around you," he began, "and besides, who else could've done this to you? You're new, and you're in Slytherin. I just put two and two together."
Aurora turned to look at him. "Very good," she whispered.
"And another thing, Aurora," Harry said, "why do you hate me?" A confused look passed over Aurora's face. "Hate you?" She asked. Harry nodded. "Why do you think I hate you?"
Harry couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Aurora's mouth. "Then, what was the whole thing you did in the Great Hall for?" He asked. Aurora laughed softly, sounding like music. "You're Harry Potter! What else was I supposed to do?" She exclaimed. Harry smiled and shook his head. "Why didn't I see that coming?" He asked.
Just then, Professor McGonagall appeared with Draco at her side. "Mr. Potter?" She asked. "What are you doing here?" Harry stood up. "I wanted to ask Aurora something, Professor. Professor Dumbledore said it was alright," he protested. McGonagall smiled. "Oh, no, it's alright, Mr. Potter. It's good to see that you care," she said.
"I requested to see Draco, Harry," Aurora said from behind, "if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to him alone." Harry nodded and looked at Draco, who was looking nervous as he glanced at Harry. "Alright," he said, "can we talk again sometime?" Aurora smiled weakly. "Sure," she replied.
Harry walked over to Professor McGonagall and left with her, behind them, Draco approached the side of Aurora's bed. Her hand shot out and grabbed the front of his robe, pulling him right up to her face.
"I told you made your first mistake," she hissed, watching the fear spill over the boy's face, but she realized him and he stood up. "Why did you do it?" The girl whispered.
Draco was not afraid to answer, and so he spilled into the explanation about how his father had threatened him if he did not do it. "All I wish for is just a little compassion from him, but if anyone found out that I want something like compassion, I would be humiliated!" He straightened his posture. "I am a Malfoy, we do not wish for these things!"
Aurora gazed up at him as she struggled to sit up. "Your wish shall be granted," she whispered. Draco's gaze snapped down to look at her. "What?" He asked. Aurora took a deep breath. "You call me an angel," she replied, "and as an angel, I will grant your wish." Draco scoffed. "Did I hit you that hard?" He asked.
Aurora only shook her head and layed her head back down on the pillow. Draco stood there a moment longer, then decided to leave.
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So far, no flames...no fires for me. *sigh*
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Chapter 4 Draco's Mistake
Aurora struggled in the hold of Draco's friends, who were identified as Crabbe and Goyle. "Why are you doing this, Malfoy?" She whispered, her voice sharp. Draco shrugged as he approached her, then glanced up at his friends. "Are the doors secure?" He asked them. Crabbe nodded. "All locked and hexed," he replied in a deep, gruff voice.
Draco grinned maliciously as his gaze returned to Aurora. "Well, then," he said, and without warning, kicked her hard in the stomach. She let out a grunt of pain and fell backwards into the clutches of Crabbe and Goyle, who held her back up. Draco then slammed his fist into the side of Aurora's jaw, catching her lip in the hit. Aurora's lip split and blood ran down her snow white skin.
Goyle kicked her in the knees from behind, making them buckle and she fell to the floor. Crabbe and Goyle continued to restrain her by holding her arms, letting her half hang, half kneel. Draco got a little closer to Aurora, and swung his fist upwards, hitting her hard in the chin, slamming her teeth together, cutting her tongue.
Aurora tasted blood in her mouth, and instead of swallowing it, she spit it at Draco, nearly missing his leg. "Fiesty," he commented, slapping her across the face. She let out a soft cry that sounded like a cry of pain from a bird. Draco stopped. Crabbe and Goyle dropped her to the floor and backed up. Draco looked at them and they left as he kneeled to help Aurora.
As he took her by the shoulders, she slapped his hands away and glared up at him as she forced herself to get up.
"You have made your first mistake," she said, her voice quivering, "you have made this angel cry."
On a sudden rage, Aurora tackled Draco to the ground, but as she reached up to punch him, Draco grabbed her wrists and rolled over so that he was now on top of her.
His weight wasn't that much more than hers, but he remained on top of her. She fought to get him off, but he continued to pin her down until she was too tired to fight back.
"Mistake," he spat, "I don't make mistakes."
Aurora grunted as Draco released one of her hands and ran it over her forehead, pushing back the sweaty white-blonde hair. Then, he leaned over and buried his face in her neck, sucking tentatively at it.
Aurora moaned, half in pleasure, half in rage. Draco pulled away and stared down into Aurora's fearful eyes. "Was that a taste of heaven?" He asked sarcastically. Aurora snatched her other hand out of Draco's loosened grip and slapped him across the face. "If you ever try something like this, ever again, you'll get a taste of hell."
Then, she pulled out her wand, making Draco get off of her at once.
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Lucius sulked in his armchair until Severus finally entered the room, wearing the same expression as he. "He got you too?" He asked Lucius, who nodded gloomily. "Sorry, Luc." Lucius shrugged as he stood up, his Staff sliding through his gloved hands to touch the floor. "He's letting me stay, Severus, it's just the fact that he threatened me," he snapped.
Snape snorted. "The man is a nut, Lucius. You hate him, don't worry about what he said. It's not like he can do any damage to you," he replied.
Lucius sighed in response as Snape walked past him across the room, undressing from his black robes. "Well, sleep is calling," he said to the now staring Lucius. He had now stripped down to black, slik boxers. He glanced over at Lucius and narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?" He asked the half-gawking man.
Lucius blinked. "What?" He asked. "I suppose you'd like to go to bed..." Snape said, motioning to the bed.
Lucius actually blushed, making Snape raise an eyebrow. "Is there a problem?" He asked. Lucius made a stubborn face as he shook his head and disrobed as well, lying his black cloak on the armchair, topped by his gloves and Staff. He stripped down to his own silver boxers, and joined Severus in the bed of black sheets.
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When Aurora entered the Great Hall the next morning, conversation ceased to continue at once. Her lip was red and swollen, her left cheek and eye were bruised, she held her stomach as she walked, and she limped forward. At first, she kept her eyes right on Dumbledore, who had stood up in concern with a few other teachers, but she glanced briefly at Draco, then at Harry.
Aurora had barely gotten halfway across the Great Hall, when she suddenly collapsed in between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables. Gasps and conversation flew back into the Great Hall, but no one moved to help Aurora except the teachers. Dumbledore immediately was at her side, taking her light form into his arms. Hagrid bounded over and took Aurora from Dumbledore's arms.
"I wan' to know who did this!" He roared, his eyes flying about the Hall. "Now, now, Hagrid," Dumbledore said, patting Hagrid's arm, "whose to say it was a student?" Professor McGonagall rushed over as the students continued to eavesdrop on the conversation. "Let's continue the converation elsewhere, shall we?" She asked, eyeing a few nearby students.
Dumbledore nodded as Snape joined them, and he turned to face him. "Come with us, Severus, you are the head of Slytherin..." he said to the teacher. Snape nodded curtly, and followed Dumbledore and Hagrid out of the Great Hall, McGonagall behind him, following as well.
~*~*~*~
Harry and Ron looked at each other, as well as every other student. Conversation throughout the Great Hall was focused on the sight they had just seen. "Who could've done that to her?!" Ron exclaimed to Harry and Hermione. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table and saw Draco looking more normal than he had the previous few days.
"I bet you I know who," he said.
"Who?" Ron and Hermione asked at the same time. Harry didn't answer, only continued to stare at Draco. Ron and Hermione's gaze followed Harry's to the Slytherin table and saw how he was staring at Draco. "You think it was Draco?!" Hermioned whispered frantically. Harry shook his head. "I know it was Draco," he replied, standing. "Where are you going?" Ron cried.
Harry looked down at them. "I'll be right back," was all he said.
~*~*~*~
Aurora heard distant voices as she woke up, and realized what a horrible headache she had. When she opened her eyes, she saw Dumbledore and McGonagall conversing quietly. "Why do you think it was a student, Albus?" McGonagall was asking. Dumbledore sighed. "Look at her injuries, they're not serious at all, but they are worth looking at. If it was an adult that attacked her, I believe she would be much worse," he replied. "Hagrid believes the same thing."
McGonagall sighed and looked back over at Aurora, noticing her awakening. "Oh, you poor dear," she said, walking back over to Aurora's side. "Madam Pomfrey as done quite enough for you, I'd say," she continued. Aurora looked away, glowering, making McGonagall look at Dumbledore in a silent plea for help.
"Miss Malile, is there something wrong?" He asked her. Aurora did not answer at first, but when she did, it wasn't in reply to Dumbledore's question. "I would like to speak to Draco Malfoy," she said. Dumbledore and McGonagall looked at each other, then back at Aurora. "Did he do this to you?" McGonagall asked. Aurora looked at the tight-faced professor.
"Will you please let me speak to him?" She pleaded softly, making the professor purse her lips.
"Albus?" She asked. Dumbledore nodded. "Will you go get him, Minerva?" He asked. McGonagall sighed, but did as she was asked, leaving Dumbledore and Aurora.
~*~*~*~
Harry hurried to the Hospital Wing to see Aurora. It was pretty obvious that that was where they had taken her. As he ran down the halls, he saw Professor McGonagall rushing down the same hall, and he ducked behind a statue. When she was out of sight, he continued to the Hospital Wing.
As he entered the large room, Madam Pomfrey noticed him at once and rushed over. "Is something wrong, dear?" She asked. Harry shook his head. "I wish to speak with Aurora," he said.
Madam Pomfrey chuckled. "I'm sorry, dear, but Professor Dumbledore is with her," she replied. Harry looked over her shoulder. "I'm sure he won't mind, this is important," he said, making Madam Pomfrey sigh. "Alright," she said, giving in, and stepping out of Harry's way.
Harry thanked her and walked further into the Wing, spotting Dumbledore sitting beside Aurora's bed. As Harry approached them, Dumbledore turned to look at him. "Yes, Mr. Potter?" He asked. Harry glanced at Aurora, who had her gaze on him. "I wish to speak with Aurora, please," he replied.
Dumbledore looked down at Aurora. "Is that alright, Miss Malile?" He asked.
'No, don't ask her! She'll say no!' Harry screamed in his mind.
But, Aurora actually nodded making Dumbledore stand up. "Alright, well, I'll leave you two alone for a little while, but Aurora will need to get some more rest," he said. As he walked past Harry, he gave the boy a small nod of his head, then walked out of sight. Harry sat down next to Aurora's bed as she looked away.
"It was Malfoy, wasn't it?" Came the question.
Aurora closed her eyes regrettingly, swallowing the bitter remark she wanted to shout at him. "How did you know?" She whispered.
Harry scoffed. "I've seen the way he acts around you," he began, "and besides, who else could've done this to you? You're new, and you're in Slytherin. I just put two and two together."
Aurora turned to look at him. "Very good," she whispered.
"And another thing, Aurora," Harry said, "why do you hate me?" A confused look passed over Aurora's face. "Hate you?" She asked. Harry nodded. "Why do you think I hate you?"
Harry couldn't believe the words that were coming out of Aurora's mouth. "Then, what was the whole thing you did in the Great Hall for?" He asked. Aurora laughed softly, sounding like music. "You're Harry Potter! What else was I supposed to do?" She exclaimed. Harry smiled and shook his head. "Why didn't I see that coming?" He asked.
Just then, Professor McGonagall appeared with Draco at her side. "Mr. Potter?" She asked. "What are you doing here?" Harry stood up. "I wanted to ask Aurora something, Professor. Professor Dumbledore said it was alright," he protested. McGonagall smiled. "Oh, no, it's alright, Mr. Potter. It's good to see that you care," she said.
"I requested to see Draco, Harry," Aurora said from behind, "if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to him alone." Harry nodded and looked at Draco, who was looking nervous as he glanced at Harry. "Alright," he said, "can we talk again sometime?" Aurora smiled weakly. "Sure," she replied.
Harry walked over to Professor McGonagall and left with her, behind them, Draco approached the side of Aurora's bed. Her hand shot out and grabbed the front of his robe, pulling him right up to her face.
"I told you made your first mistake," she hissed, watching the fear spill over the boy's face, but she realized him and he stood up. "Why did you do it?" The girl whispered.
Draco was not afraid to answer, and so he spilled into the explanation about how his father had threatened him if he did not do it. "All I wish for is just a little compassion from him, but if anyone found out that I want something like compassion, I would be humiliated!" He straightened his posture. "I am a Malfoy, we do not wish for these things!"
Aurora gazed up at him as she struggled to sit up. "Your wish shall be granted," she whispered. Draco's gaze snapped down to look at her. "What?" He asked. Aurora took a deep breath. "You call me an angel," she replied, "and as an angel, I will grant your wish." Draco scoffed. "Did I hit you that hard?" He asked.
Aurora only shook her head and layed her head back down on the pillow. Draco stood there a moment longer, then decided to leave.
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