I didn't run a spell check on this because I'm too tired, so don't do
ballistic on me if there is some small mistakes.
Also, please take note that this is an alternate universe for Willow, thus a different past. It was exposed in the prologue and I added some things in this chapter. Spoilers for end of season six. Bits of it, not entirely.
For those who read Willowy Touch, please note that the next time I update it and further on, it will be named Rain of Blood. Much more appropriate title, don't you think?
On to the story!
Part 17 : Losing Control
Draco lifted an eyebrow at the grumbling witch slumping in the seat next to him. "Were you so nervous about first day back at school that you didn't sleep last night?"
Willow glared at him and pilled up food in her plate. "One of my roomates was snoring loudly. I couldn't get to sleep. She kept waking me up. I'm sure it was part of a devious plan from Pansy."
The blond Slytherin sneered. "Of course! You didn't know? The Slytherins' secret power is snoring to annoy your enemies. Ouch!" he yelped when the redhead elbowed him. "What was that for?"
"Being mean and sarcastic." She bit into some eggs and followed with her eyes the Slytherins entering the Great Hall and making their way to the table. "What do we do about us?" she asked Draco.
"What about us?"
"Are we still being housemates that only like each other or are we officially a couple even in front of them?"
He grinned wickedly. "Let them think what they want." He leaned toward her and lightly kissed her. She sighed in pleasure and almost giggled when she heard the shocked gasps coming from her housemates. "Come on," he urged her. "Finish your breakfast and we'll head early to Herbology."
Nodding enthusiastly, Willow grabbed a piece of bacon while gulping down her glass of pumpkin juice. "I'm ready," she said, grabbing her backpack. "Lets go!"
* * *
A fuming redhead stomped through the school's corridors, a blond Slytherin running behind, trying to catch up with her. Frightened students stepped out of her way. The red haired Slytherin was angry, which meant one thing : don't stay in her path. She'd probably been victim of yet another attempt from Pansy to get at her from Fred and George's prank in the Great Hall.
"Willow, wait!"
She stopped walking but didn't turn around. She closed her eyes and counted from one to ten. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. Draco was watching her with a concerned frown. "You don't look so good."
"What did you expect?" she sneered. "My hand was almost bitten off by that carnivorous plant. She better behave in Potions or I won't be responsible for the damage on her face." She slowly calmed down as the anger and tension left her body. "I'm serious, Draco."
"I know. I hope she realises it too."
"I doubt it. And that's what scares me."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I almost lost control over my emotions. In my case, that's a really bad thing. You can expect a worse reaction than that time in DADA at Halloween." She looked into surprised silver eyes. "I told you I dabbled a bit in the Dark Arts in Sunnydale. I never told you I once lost control over my powers. I went ballistic. It took the entire coven to held me down... but the damage was already done." She paused. "It was already too late. I had time to skin a man alive," she whispered. A tear rolled down her cheek. "It happened two years ago. I tried to left that memory behind. History almost repeated itself earlier in Herbology. I doubt Dumbledore would have appreciated it if I killed one of the students."
Draco was shocked. Sure, she had told him about the Dark Arts part of her past. He had asumed she'd done something awful... but he *never* expected it to be maiming or death. He sighed. "I'll do my best to keep Pansy away from you from now on. I don't want you expelled or send to Azkaban because of Parkinson." He took her hand in his. "Come on. Potions time with the Gryffindor. Lets see if it's you or Granger who had the best mark for the last homework."
She giggled, her worries forgotten for a short time. "Yes, lets."
* * *
Willow nervously played with the silver band on her left hand, looking at Snape anxiously. [Should I tell him after class? Or should I wait later?] She slowly cut the roots, lost in her thoughts.
Hermione watched closely her potion partner. "Willow, what's wrong? You seem out of it today."
"I'm sorry. I just have quite a bit on my mind. And the incident in Herbology didn't ease my mind one little bit." Her whole body tensed when she heard the sugar sweet voice behind her.
"Draco, don't you want me?" Pansy said, loud enough for the redhead to hear. She held on the blond's arm.
"Let go of my arm, Pansy."
"I like it when you play the cold man. I'm sure you're quite use to lack of affection from the mudblood, anyway. Lets show her how kissing is properly done." Before Draco could react and extract himself from Pansy's clutch, his lips were glued to hers. Her eyes were looking straight at Willow over his shoulder.
Something in Willow snapped at that moment. She knew that Draco loved her and that it wasn't his fault if Parkinson took him off guard. But the girl was seriously testing her nerves. She closed her eyes in an attempt to stop the flow of energy, her breath quickening, her hands clenching and unclenching, her knuckles turning white.
Hermione stood up and took a step back from the redhead. Her voice quivered when she spoke to Snape. "Professor, please do something!"
Snape's eyes widened when he saw Hermione back away from her table. He heard a shriek coming from Pansy's way. Draco quickly pushed himself away from the pug faced girl and turned toward his love. His face paled. "Willow, no!"
The Potions Master finally saw what was scaring the brave Gryffindor. The red haired Slytherin was shaking from head to toes. Her skin was almost white, blue veins visible at the surface. He saw her hair change from red to black in an instant. The air became thicker in the room and blue bolts of energy twirled around her fingers. He only had time to come around his desk before he was thrown back againts the wall.
Willow screamed as her control finally slipped. She opened her black eyes and sneered at the quivering form of Pansy Parkinson. "Such a pitiful sight," she said in a cold, silky voice, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Draco saw it imediatly. The smirk, the voice. He knew only one person who could make you shake in fear with just the tone of his voice : Severus Snape. He gasped. [She's his daughter!] He saw his girlfriend advancing toward Pansy, a cold, calculating look in her eyes. [It was already too late. I had time to skin a man alive,] she had said. "Oh God! Willow, don't!"
The witch stopped in her tracks. Doubts entered her eyes as she watched from Pansy to Draco. Her hands shaked with restrain. She screamed again. The only thing the students watching saw was Willow disappearing in a show of lights. Draco fell on his knees, trying to keep away the tears threatening to roll down his face. "Willow," he whispered.
Hermione stepped toward the blond Slytherin. "She's gone," she said calmly. "Darkness swallowed her. May God help us all."
Also, please take note that this is an alternate universe for Willow, thus a different past. It was exposed in the prologue and I added some things in this chapter. Spoilers for end of season six. Bits of it, not entirely.
For those who read Willowy Touch, please note that the next time I update it and further on, it will be named Rain of Blood. Much more appropriate title, don't you think?
On to the story!
Part 17 : Losing Control
Draco lifted an eyebrow at the grumbling witch slumping in the seat next to him. "Were you so nervous about first day back at school that you didn't sleep last night?"
Willow glared at him and pilled up food in her plate. "One of my roomates was snoring loudly. I couldn't get to sleep. She kept waking me up. I'm sure it was part of a devious plan from Pansy."
The blond Slytherin sneered. "Of course! You didn't know? The Slytherins' secret power is snoring to annoy your enemies. Ouch!" he yelped when the redhead elbowed him. "What was that for?"
"Being mean and sarcastic." She bit into some eggs and followed with her eyes the Slytherins entering the Great Hall and making their way to the table. "What do we do about us?" she asked Draco.
"What about us?"
"Are we still being housemates that only like each other or are we officially a couple even in front of them?"
He grinned wickedly. "Let them think what they want." He leaned toward her and lightly kissed her. She sighed in pleasure and almost giggled when she heard the shocked gasps coming from her housemates. "Come on," he urged her. "Finish your breakfast and we'll head early to Herbology."
Nodding enthusiastly, Willow grabbed a piece of bacon while gulping down her glass of pumpkin juice. "I'm ready," she said, grabbing her backpack. "Lets go!"
* * *
A fuming redhead stomped through the school's corridors, a blond Slytherin running behind, trying to catch up with her. Frightened students stepped out of her way. The red haired Slytherin was angry, which meant one thing : don't stay in her path. She'd probably been victim of yet another attempt from Pansy to get at her from Fred and George's prank in the Great Hall.
"Willow, wait!"
She stopped walking but didn't turn around. She closed her eyes and counted from one to ten. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. Draco was watching her with a concerned frown. "You don't look so good."
"What did you expect?" she sneered. "My hand was almost bitten off by that carnivorous plant. She better behave in Potions or I won't be responsible for the damage on her face." She slowly calmed down as the anger and tension left her body. "I'm serious, Draco."
"I know. I hope she realises it too."
"I doubt it. And that's what scares me."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"I almost lost control over my emotions. In my case, that's a really bad thing. You can expect a worse reaction than that time in DADA at Halloween." She looked into surprised silver eyes. "I told you I dabbled a bit in the Dark Arts in Sunnydale. I never told you I once lost control over my powers. I went ballistic. It took the entire coven to held me down... but the damage was already done." She paused. "It was already too late. I had time to skin a man alive," she whispered. A tear rolled down her cheek. "It happened two years ago. I tried to left that memory behind. History almost repeated itself earlier in Herbology. I doubt Dumbledore would have appreciated it if I killed one of the students."
Draco was shocked. Sure, she had told him about the Dark Arts part of her past. He had asumed she'd done something awful... but he *never* expected it to be maiming or death. He sighed. "I'll do my best to keep Pansy away from you from now on. I don't want you expelled or send to Azkaban because of Parkinson." He took her hand in his. "Come on. Potions time with the Gryffindor. Lets see if it's you or Granger who had the best mark for the last homework."
She giggled, her worries forgotten for a short time. "Yes, lets."
* * *
Willow nervously played with the silver band on her left hand, looking at Snape anxiously. [Should I tell him after class? Or should I wait later?] She slowly cut the roots, lost in her thoughts.
Hermione watched closely her potion partner. "Willow, what's wrong? You seem out of it today."
"I'm sorry. I just have quite a bit on my mind. And the incident in Herbology didn't ease my mind one little bit." Her whole body tensed when she heard the sugar sweet voice behind her.
"Draco, don't you want me?" Pansy said, loud enough for the redhead to hear. She held on the blond's arm.
"Let go of my arm, Pansy."
"I like it when you play the cold man. I'm sure you're quite use to lack of affection from the mudblood, anyway. Lets show her how kissing is properly done." Before Draco could react and extract himself from Pansy's clutch, his lips were glued to hers. Her eyes were looking straight at Willow over his shoulder.
Something in Willow snapped at that moment. She knew that Draco loved her and that it wasn't his fault if Parkinson took him off guard. But the girl was seriously testing her nerves. She closed her eyes in an attempt to stop the flow of energy, her breath quickening, her hands clenching and unclenching, her knuckles turning white.
Hermione stood up and took a step back from the redhead. Her voice quivered when she spoke to Snape. "Professor, please do something!"
Snape's eyes widened when he saw Hermione back away from her table. He heard a shriek coming from Pansy's way. Draco quickly pushed himself away from the pug faced girl and turned toward his love. His face paled. "Willow, no!"
The Potions Master finally saw what was scaring the brave Gryffindor. The red haired Slytherin was shaking from head to toes. Her skin was almost white, blue veins visible at the surface. He saw her hair change from red to black in an instant. The air became thicker in the room and blue bolts of energy twirled around her fingers. He only had time to come around his desk before he was thrown back againts the wall.
Willow screamed as her control finally slipped. She opened her black eyes and sneered at the quivering form of Pansy Parkinson. "Such a pitiful sight," she said in a cold, silky voice, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Draco saw it imediatly. The smirk, the voice. He knew only one person who could make you shake in fear with just the tone of his voice : Severus Snape. He gasped. [She's his daughter!] He saw his girlfriend advancing toward Pansy, a cold, calculating look in her eyes. [It was already too late. I had time to skin a man alive,] she had said. "Oh God! Willow, don't!"
The witch stopped in her tracks. Doubts entered her eyes as she watched from Pansy to Draco. Her hands shaked with restrain. She screamed again. The only thing the students watching saw was Willow disappearing in a show of lights. Draco fell on his knees, trying to keep away the tears threatening to roll down his face. "Willow," he whispered.
Hermione stepped toward the blond Slytherin. "She's gone," she said calmly. "Darkness swallowed her. May God help us all."
