Disclaimers:
--' Like I said before.. I own none of these characters except Haruka.
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Haruka was drifting in a world of blissful, dreamless slumber, peaceful for once. Suddenly, she jerked off the couch and away from Draco's warmth. Eyes snapped open as she was forced against the wall. She gazed around in a panic, only getting an eyeful of Crabbe and Goyle's large frames.
"What do you think you're doing?" Crabbe's deep baritone boomed out, beady eyes narrowed into a glare as he stared at her. She scowled and lunged at him, only to be thrown back against the wall.
"Think you can wipe your dirty little mudblood hands on boss?" Goyle grunted, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pushing her head back against the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut in time, slap after slap being delivered. She bit down on her lower lip to muffle the cries of pain. Taking no time to think, Crabbe punched Haruka the same time Goyle slapped her. The force of the blows caused the skin of her cheek to break open, as well as splitting her lip.
Draco groped around, trying to find the body that was nestled against him the night before. Eyes flew open as familiar yelp echoed in the Common Room. He sat up in time to see Goyle force her down on her front. Fear for her clawed at his chest.
"Stop, you idiots!" he roared, the emotion in his voice unfathomable. The dup obeyed, the note in his tones surprising them into stopping. Realizing his mistake, he quickly glanced at his so called 'friends.' "Beating her is my job," he said, gazing at Haruka to see the hope die from her eyes. "The filthy mudblood is mine," he growled, begging for forgiveness silently. She didn't even look up at him, eyes drawn to the ground as she expected the worse. Malfoy's punishments usually were.
Grabbing a fistful of her long hair, he yanked her hair up, a few strands drifting to the ground. She tried to refrain from wincing as he pulled her onto her feet, fingers still tangled in her hair. He pulled her close, noted that the duo was still watching, and slapped her already bleeding cheek. Smirking as he felt a leaden ball grow heavier in the pit of his stomach, he shoved her towards the portrait. It swung open and she was tossed onto the cold stone floor.
Chuckling to themselves, Crabbe and Goyle followed her out, bulky bodies towering over her. She struggled to stand, but Goyle kicked her over. Breath ripped from her lungs, Haruka could only lie there and gasp for air. Draco, steeling himself against the whirl of thoughts, crossed his arms and allowed them to continue their abuse upon her.
Now bleeding in several places, Haruka was picked up by the back of her robes, where she dangled like a doll. Eyes were glazed in pain, chest rising and falling rapidly for air. More chuckles bounced off the stone walls as they began dragging her down the corridor. Draco followed, face void of any emotion, smirk cold. Wand was gripped lightly in his hand, cleaning up the spots of blood that they were leaving behind.
Now in a deserted hallway which wasn't used very often. Goyle glanced over at Draco, who gave an approving nod. Sneering, he dropped her, exchanging stupid chuckles with Crabbe as they walked away, talking about their latest accomplishment. It took all of Draco's willpower not to look back and rush to her side. Robes swirling around their ankles, they turned around the corner, abandoning her broken body.
Unable to move her limbs, which felt as if lead weight had been attached, Haruka allowed the blood to gather up beneath her. She had been abused before, but never this hard. Lids slowly slipped over blood red orbs as she awaited the death that was sure to come. They, meaning Crabbe and Goyle, had planned this. To dump her in this corridor while no one was around.
Fortunately for Haruka, one person iwas/i around. Brushing messy raven black locks from his eyes to clear his vision, male pushed spectacles back up his sweaty nose. Sparkling emerald gaze darted around, examining the statues. He was going to be late for Potions if he didn't hurry. Thank the Heavens that Hermione had informed him of this shortcut. Panting as he jogged on, he rounded a corner and stopped in his tracks. He had ithought/i that this area was deserted, but apparently not. Someone else was there. Was she.. sleeping? Frowning lightly, he jogged closer to inspect.
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XD Dun dun dun.. Will he stop and help the bloody Slytherin, or leave her to bleed to death? ; Read on.. R&R!
--' Like I said before.. I own none of these characters except Haruka.
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Haruka was drifting in a world of blissful, dreamless slumber, peaceful for once. Suddenly, she jerked off the couch and away from Draco's warmth. Eyes snapped open as she was forced against the wall. She gazed around in a panic, only getting an eyeful of Crabbe and Goyle's large frames.
"What do you think you're doing?" Crabbe's deep baritone boomed out, beady eyes narrowed into a glare as he stared at her. She scowled and lunged at him, only to be thrown back against the wall.
"Think you can wipe your dirty little mudblood hands on boss?" Goyle grunted, grabbing a fistful of her hair, pushing her head back against the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut in time, slap after slap being delivered. She bit down on her lower lip to muffle the cries of pain. Taking no time to think, Crabbe punched Haruka the same time Goyle slapped her. The force of the blows caused the skin of her cheek to break open, as well as splitting her lip.
Draco groped around, trying to find the body that was nestled against him the night before. Eyes flew open as familiar yelp echoed in the Common Room. He sat up in time to see Goyle force her down on her front. Fear for her clawed at his chest.
"Stop, you idiots!" he roared, the emotion in his voice unfathomable. The dup obeyed, the note in his tones surprising them into stopping. Realizing his mistake, he quickly glanced at his so called 'friends.' "Beating her is my job," he said, gazing at Haruka to see the hope die from her eyes. "The filthy mudblood is mine," he growled, begging for forgiveness silently. She didn't even look up at him, eyes drawn to the ground as she expected the worse. Malfoy's punishments usually were.
Grabbing a fistful of her long hair, he yanked her hair up, a few strands drifting to the ground. She tried to refrain from wincing as he pulled her onto her feet, fingers still tangled in her hair. He pulled her close, noted that the duo was still watching, and slapped her already bleeding cheek. Smirking as he felt a leaden ball grow heavier in the pit of his stomach, he shoved her towards the portrait. It swung open and she was tossed onto the cold stone floor.
Chuckling to themselves, Crabbe and Goyle followed her out, bulky bodies towering over her. She struggled to stand, but Goyle kicked her over. Breath ripped from her lungs, Haruka could only lie there and gasp for air. Draco, steeling himself against the whirl of thoughts, crossed his arms and allowed them to continue their abuse upon her.
Now bleeding in several places, Haruka was picked up by the back of her robes, where she dangled like a doll. Eyes were glazed in pain, chest rising and falling rapidly for air. More chuckles bounced off the stone walls as they began dragging her down the corridor. Draco followed, face void of any emotion, smirk cold. Wand was gripped lightly in his hand, cleaning up the spots of blood that they were leaving behind.
Now in a deserted hallway which wasn't used very often. Goyle glanced over at Draco, who gave an approving nod. Sneering, he dropped her, exchanging stupid chuckles with Crabbe as they walked away, talking about their latest accomplishment. It took all of Draco's willpower not to look back and rush to her side. Robes swirling around their ankles, they turned around the corner, abandoning her broken body.
Unable to move her limbs, which felt as if lead weight had been attached, Haruka allowed the blood to gather up beneath her. She had been abused before, but never this hard. Lids slowly slipped over blood red orbs as she awaited the death that was sure to come. They, meaning Crabbe and Goyle, had planned this. To dump her in this corridor while no one was around.
Fortunately for Haruka, one person iwas/i around. Brushing messy raven black locks from his eyes to clear his vision, male pushed spectacles back up his sweaty nose. Sparkling emerald gaze darted around, examining the statues. He was going to be late for Potions if he didn't hurry. Thank the Heavens that Hermione had informed him of this shortcut. Panting as he jogged on, he rounded a corner and stopped in his tracks. He had ithought/i that this area was deserted, but apparently not. Someone else was there. Was she.. sleeping? Frowning lightly, he jogged closer to inspect.
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XD Dun dun dun.. Will he stop and help the bloody Slytherin, or leave her to bleed to death? ; Read on.. R&R!