There were chains around her ankles and they looked puffy and swollen. Her face was streaked with salty tears and her dark hair was matted to her head with blood. Somebody had done a number on her. Her clothes were torn and what looked like handprints were bruised onto her forearms. She was just standing there...no one else was around...the place seemed completely deserted

Ron didn't know what to do. He knew that he needed to get some help but he didn't want to leave her. What if the person that hurt her came back?

"Alessandra?"

The girl looked up; her brown eyes filled with sorrow and pain. As a slow tear streaked silently down her cheek, Ron felt his heart go out to the girl. Who would do this? His answer came to him in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Draco."

Ron's eyes widened when he heard Alessandra. Draco? He didn't think that even Malfoy would stoop that low.

"Oh my God! Alessandra!"

Ron turned around as a concerned looking Draco pushed past him, falling to his knees to comfort the troubled girl.

"Weasley! What the hell happened?! What did you do to her?!"

Ron shook his head in amazement.

"I think I should be asking you the same thing!"

"Ron, what's going---Hermione stopped as she came across the scene.

Ron. Draco. Alessandra. Blood. Chains.

"I'll go get Madam Pince."

As Hermione scampered off in the direction of the librarian, Draco scooped Alessandra up in his arms and began to walk towards the library's entrance. The girl clung tightly to his neck and from what Ron could see, she appeared to be whispering something into his ear.

What was going on?

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