She was standing in the middle of the dance class, wisps of her fiery red
hair clinging to her sweaty face. She was all alone. She took a quick
glance around; no body else was there. The note she had gotten had simply
said for her to go to the dance class and begin her exercises. She was done
with them now. She had done them three times. But still, no one was there.
She visibly relaxed. 'Maybe he forgot.' She thought hopefully to herself.
She turned to leave, but smacked into something hard, a human chest. Her
hazel eyes met his black ones.
"Going somewhere Ms. Johnson?" he asked in his sharp, cold voice. She backed up, fearing for her life. He reached out and threw her against the wall, he was mere inches from her, he was slipping the material of her practice outfit off, cold hands giving way to warm shoulders, and she felt a scream coming up from her throat.
Stormie sat up, sweat pouring off her face. She glanced at the clock. 10:30. she had only been in bed for thirty minutes. It was the last day before the school arrived back. Her mother and brother Devin would be leaving that afternoon at about 2 and the rest of the school was due back at 6. She groaned and rolled over, sure enough; Ginny was still sleeping peacefully. Stormie sighed and reached for the Sleeper that Justin had sent her, the bottle was empty. She was out of every thing. She silently cursed herself for not keeping a better supply.
If only she had that damn potion she had finally figured out. The last ingredient that she had needed was Belladonna, a little could be used as a relaxation supplement, a bit more could be used as a sleep aid, and just a tiny bit too much could prove deadly. She sighed again as she slipped out of the bed. She shivered as her bare feet hit the cold floor; the fire had gone out.
She slipped her feet into her fuzzy green slippers, and put on a fuzzy green bathrobe. Someone had made the snide remark about most of her sleep wear being green and she had told them that at least hers covered a good portion of her body, but that had been a while ago.
She sighed as she picked up her wand and made her way out of the dorm room, a wide-a-wake Rain trailing behind her misstress. She quietly made her way out of the Common Room and into the hall. She knew she could go to Brite, but she wanted to think right now, besides, she had something on her mind. Draco Malfoy. She wanted to talk to him, but as soon as she had tried to approach him, HE had given HER the cold shoulder. He had even made a couple of snide remarks about her parentage, but she knew she deserved it.
She looked curiously around, not quite sure where she was. There was a large stone wall and a painting of a rather ugly old wizard in front of her. She sighed. Dungeons. Why when she was depressed did she always manage to find herself in the dreariest places imaginable? She poked the portrait, wanting to know where she was.
"What the hell do you want?" the portrait replied rather rudely, but she didn't point that out.
"Where am I, sir?" She added the 'sir' as a kind of suck up maneuver.
"What, are you dense? The dungeons." The portrait replied looking very unpleasant.
"OH NO! You really think? Hm. I wonder what could have given that away! I just wanted to fucking know where in the goddamn dungeons I was!" she was seething, she wasn't about to be verbally abused by a goddamn picture of an ugly ass hole wizard.
"You are standing in front of the Slytherin common room, and I would appreciate it if you would move out of my bloody way." A cold voice said from behind her. She turned and met the cold, gray eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"I'm lost; please help me find my way back to Gryff tower, please." She had put extra emphasis on the please, hoping he had a little bit of common decency in him, even if every one thought he was a prat, that didn't make him one, did it?
"Why should I help you?" he asked coldly before pushing her aside. That was it, the final straw, she didn't have any pep-pills, she couldn't remember the last time she had snorted, she had had another of her haunting memories/dream, and she had just been verbally abused by a picture.
"MALFOY! I am so god damn sick of this stupid shit! I CAN'T DO THIS! Do you want to know the last time I was calm without help from my problem?" she asked, he turned, looking bored. "NEVER! OK! NEVER! THIS IS WHAT I AM LIKE WITHOUT MEDS, WITHOUT STREET DRUGS, MUGGLE DRUGS! I AM A FUCKING NUT CASE, JUST REMEMBERED BEING FUCKING RAPED AND NOW YOU WONT EVEN FUCKING HELP ME GET TO MY FUCKING COMMON ROOM?! YOU ARE A COMPLEATE ASS DRACO MALFOY!" she took a deep breath. Then, what she had just said sunk in. She had told him had been raped. He looked slightly shocked.
"Well, are you going to help me or not?" she asked in a sulky voice, she was mentally slapping herself.
"You are coming with me first." He said with out any emotion, grabbed her by the arm and muttered something to the 'god damn picture' and walked into a dimly lit room. All of the furniture was black leather, the room, despite the fire was cold and unwelcoming. She would have preferred to stay out in the corridor. He pulled her up a couple of sets of stairs and infront of a statue of a snake. He mumbled something and the snake slithered away, moving the wall with it, there was a door.
Once inside the secret room, she noticed they were above ground, he had a huge window that looked out into the stars that blinked at her. The room was decorated in pale green, black, and silver. She would have commented on how beautiful it was if she wasn't pissed about being dragged up there, and she was beyond pissed.
"What the fuck Malfoy, or should I say Ferret Boy?" she asked, poison dripping from every word.
He ignored the last part and seated himself on the king sized four poster bed. It had a black comforter and green hangings. "What did you yell at me in the hall?" he asked, looking slightly amused at the fuming redhead.
"Nothing." She mumbled, folding her arms across her chest and pouting adorably.
"You said something." He said, Gods she looked cute when she was pouting.
Bradians words played over in her head, she nibbled on her bottom lip, debating on weather or not to tell Draco exactly what was wrong.
Draco did all he could to keep himself from pouncing on the small girl. He could tell she was trying to decide on weather or not to say something, but at that moment, he was trying to tell himself to stay put, but she looked very sexy in that thoughtful pose, and he desperately wanted to nibble on her bottom lip for her.
She sat down on the floor, deciding that she would tell him, and depending on what his reaction was, whether or not she would ever talk to him again.
"Just so you know, when I tell you this I don't want any pity. I am only telling you this because Bradian said you had a right to know. But please, don't interrupt me. It's hard to talk about." She paused, and he nodded. She took a deep breath and began to tell him.
"That night in the kitchen, I used you." She looked up to see his shocked expression, but he didn't say anything. "The nightmare, I have them all of the time. Sometimes I remember, sometimes I don't. I'm not sure which is worse though." She gave him a weak smile. "But they're more than just nightmares or bad dreams, they're my memories. And that's what scares me. I'm not normal. I have been seriously hurt, both mentally and physically; I will be the first to admit that. I was raped. Not just once, but thousands of times. So many times that I lost track." She was just talking now, just letting it go out. Her eyes were out of focus as she began her tale.
"It was my Ballet teacher. At Moonbeam, we had a dance class. Well, I always felt that he was watching me, and it bugged me. But one day, last year, it happened. He held me after class; he beat me and raped me. Every day for three months he did the same. Sometimes I would get a note in the middle of the night to meet him, and like the idiot I am, I went. He threatened my family. He said if I didn't show he would hurt them, so I went, and I didn't tell anyone. No one noticed. Mel, my brothers, no one. But it hurt so badly. I always had bruises on my back and upper arms. Once he had hit me so hard that I had cracked my skull. I hated going to the class, but if I didn't go, he would hurt me. So I went, and got hurt anyway. Finally one day Brite went to my room to try and find me for dinner, he walked in on me nursing my latest injury. I have never been able to lie to Brite, so I told him, every thing. He forced me to strip into my underwear. Some places looked worse than others did because I would take boiling hot baths and scrub my skin until I bled. He took me to the headmaster, and he fired the Ballet teacher and sent him to jail. I had to go home to have time to heal. My mom took me to a psychologist and he gave me meds, I got addicted, I relied on the pills to make everything better. Then over the summer, we moved. My parents said it was because my dad had been restationed, but it was my fault. They took me off the meds once we were here, but I was hooked and found other things that could replace them, my bothers found out who the pusher was and jumped him, but he still pushes. I got some the other week, but I am out now and I had a nightmare and I got lost and that god damn picture verbally abused me and then you were such a jerk, I exploded." She looked up at him and saw the tears that flowed from his dark gray eyes.
He couldn't stand the idea of any one touching her, what more forcing themselves on her. He was vaguely aware of the tears that wet his usually tear free face. Hers was streaked with tears, with hair clung to the sides of her face. He wanted so much to hold her and kiss her and make every thing better, but he didn't. He didn't know how to react. So he reacted on instinct.
"Going somewhere Ms. Johnson?" he asked in his sharp, cold voice. She backed up, fearing for her life. He reached out and threw her against the wall, he was mere inches from her, he was slipping the material of her practice outfit off, cold hands giving way to warm shoulders, and she felt a scream coming up from her throat.
Stormie sat up, sweat pouring off her face. She glanced at the clock. 10:30. she had only been in bed for thirty minutes. It was the last day before the school arrived back. Her mother and brother Devin would be leaving that afternoon at about 2 and the rest of the school was due back at 6. She groaned and rolled over, sure enough; Ginny was still sleeping peacefully. Stormie sighed and reached for the Sleeper that Justin had sent her, the bottle was empty. She was out of every thing. She silently cursed herself for not keeping a better supply.
If only she had that damn potion she had finally figured out. The last ingredient that she had needed was Belladonna, a little could be used as a relaxation supplement, a bit more could be used as a sleep aid, and just a tiny bit too much could prove deadly. She sighed again as she slipped out of the bed. She shivered as her bare feet hit the cold floor; the fire had gone out.
She slipped her feet into her fuzzy green slippers, and put on a fuzzy green bathrobe. Someone had made the snide remark about most of her sleep wear being green and she had told them that at least hers covered a good portion of her body, but that had been a while ago.
She sighed as she picked up her wand and made her way out of the dorm room, a wide-a-wake Rain trailing behind her misstress. She quietly made her way out of the Common Room and into the hall. She knew she could go to Brite, but she wanted to think right now, besides, she had something on her mind. Draco Malfoy. She wanted to talk to him, but as soon as she had tried to approach him, HE had given HER the cold shoulder. He had even made a couple of snide remarks about her parentage, but she knew she deserved it.
She looked curiously around, not quite sure where she was. There was a large stone wall and a painting of a rather ugly old wizard in front of her. She sighed. Dungeons. Why when she was depressed did she always manage to find herself in the dreariest places imaginable? She poked the portrait, wanting to know where she was.
"What the hell do you want?" the portrait replied rather rudely, but she didn't point that out.
"Where am I, sir?" She added the 'sir' as a kind of suck up maneuver.
"What, are you dense? The dungeons." The portrait replied looking very unpleasant.
"OH NO! You really think? Hm. I wonder what could have given that away! I just wanted to fucking know where in the goddamn dungeons I was!" she was seething, she wasn't about to be verbally abused by a goddamn picture of an ugly ass hole wizard.
"You are standing in front of the Slytherin common room, and I would appreciate it if you would move out of my bloody way." A cold voice said from behind her. She turned and met the cold, gray eyes of Draco Malfoy.
"I'm lost; please help me find my way back to Gryff tower, please." She had put extra emphasis on the please, hoping he had a little bit of common decency in him, even if every one thought he was a prat, that didn't make him one, did it?
"Why should I help you?" he asked coldly before pushing her aside. That was it, the final straw, she didn't have any pep-pills, she couldn't remember the last time she had snorted, she had had another of her haunting memories/dream, and she had just been verbally abused by a picture.
"MALFOY! I am so god damn sick of this stupid shit! I CAN'T DO THIS! Do you want to know the last time I was calm without help from my problem?" she asked, he turned, looking bored. "NEVER! OK! NEVER! THIS IS WHAT I AM LIKE WITHOUT MEDS, WITHOUT STREET DRUGS, MUGGLE DRUGS! I AM A FUCKING NUT CASE, JUST REMEMBERED BEING FUCKING RAPED AND NOW YOU WONT EVEN FUCKING HELP ME GET TO MY FUCKING COMMON ROOM?! YOU ARE A COMPLEATE ASS DRACO MALFOY!" she took a deep breath. Then, what she had just said sunk in. She had told him had been raped. He looked slightly shocked.
"Well, are you going to help me or not?" she asked in a sulky voice, she was mentally slapping herself.
"You are coming with me first." He said with out any emotion, grabbed her by the arm and muttered something to the 'god damn picture' and walked into a dimly lit room. All of the furniture was black leather, the room, despite the fire was cold and unwelcoming. She would have preferred to stay out in the corridor. He pulled her up a couple of sets of stairs and infront of a statue of a snake. He mumbled something and the snake slithered away, moving the wall with it, there was a door.
Once inside the secret room, she noticed they were above ground, he had a huge window that looked out into the stars that blinked at her. The room was decorated in pale green, black, and silver. She would have commented on how beautiful it was if she wasn't pissed about being dragged up there, and she was beyond pissed.
"What the fuck Malfoy, or should I say Ferret Boy?" she asked, poison dripping from every word.
He ignored the last part and seated himself on the king sized four poster bed. It had a black comforter and green hangings. "What did you yell at me in the hall?" he asked, looking slightly amused at the fuming redhead.
"Nothing." She mumbled, folding her arms across her chest and pouting adorably.
"You said something." He said, Gods she looked cute when she was pouting.
Bradians words played over in her head, she nibbled on her bottom lip, debating on weather or not to tell Draco exactly what was wrong.
Draco did all he could to keep himself from pouncing on the small girl. He could tell she was trying to decide on weather or not to say something, but at that moment, he was trying to tell himself to stay put, but she looked very sexy in that thoughtful pose, and he desperately wanted to nibble on her bottom lip for her.
She sat down on the floor, deciding that she would tell him, and depending on what his reaction was, whether or not she would ever talk to him again.
"Just so you know, when I tell you this I don't want any pity. I am only telling you this because Bradian said you had a right to know. But please, don't interrupt me. It's hard to talk about." She paused, and he nodded. She took a deep breath and began to tell him.
"That night in the kitchen, I used you." She looked up to see his shocked expression, but he didn't say anything. "The nightmare, I have them all of the time. Sometimes I remember, sometimes I don't. I'm not sure which is worse though." She gave him a weak smile. "But they're more than just nightmares or bad dreams, they're my memories. And that's what scares me. I'm not normal. I have been seriously hurt, both mentally and physically; I will be the first to admit that. I was raped. Not just once, but thousands of times. So many times that I lost track." She was just talking now, just letting it go out. Her eyes were out of focus as she began her tale.
"It was my Ballet teacher. At Moonbeam, we had a dance class. Well, I always felt that he was watching me, and it bugged me. But one day, last year, it happened. He held me after class; he beat me and raped me. Every day for three months he did the same. Sometimes I would get a note in the middle of the night to meet him, and like the idiot I am, I went. He threatened my family. He said if I didn't show he would hurt them, so I went, and I didn't tell anyone. No one noticed. Mel, my brothers, no one. But it hurt so badly. I always had bruises on my back and upper arms. Once he had hit me so hard that I had cracked my skull. I hated going to the class, but if I didn't go, he would hurt me. So I went, and got hurt anyway. Finally one day Brite went to my room to try and find me for dinner, he walked in on me nursing my latest injury. I have never been able to lie to Brite, so I told him, every thing. He forced me to strip into my underwear. Some places looked worse than others did because I would take boiling hot baths and scrub my skin until I bled. He took me to the headmaster, and he fired the Ballet teacher and sent him to jail. I had to go home to have time to heal. My mom took me to a psychologist and he gave me meds, I got addicted, I relied on the pills to make everything better. Then over the summer, we moved. My parents said it was because my dad had been restationed, but it was my fault. They took me off the meds once we were here, but I was hooked and found other things that could replace them, my bothers found out who the pusher was and jumped him, but he still pushes. I got some the other week, but I am out now and I had a nightmare and I got lost and that god damn picture verbally abused me and then you were such a jerk, I exploded." She looked up at him and saw the tears that flowed from his dark gray eyes.
He couldn't stand the idea of any one touching her, what more forcing themselves on her. He was vaguely aware of the tears that wet his usually tear free face. Hers was streaked with tears, with hair clung to the sides of her face. He wanted so much to hold her and kiss her and make every thing better, but he didn't. He didn't know how to react. So he reacted on instinct.