"Very smart," Malfoy said.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because."
"That's a rock solid foundation. Let's start from there," I smart-mouthed.
"You don't know what you've gotten yourself into, my dear," he answered, smoothing his silky hair back. He sat down on the edge of the desk.
"Oh? Exactly what have I gotten myself into?" Suddenly, ropes were boring their way into my skin. My hands were tied to the armrests of the stupid chair; my ankles were tied to the legs. Fear was surrounding my very being. What the hell was going here?
"Something very big."
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, trying to pull my arms away from the chair.
"Something very big."
"Would you mind telling me?" I glared at him.
"I wouldn't mind, but my Master surely would."
"Your Master?"
"Lord Voldemort."
"Crap," I muttered, looking away.
"Lots and lots," he remarked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Just tell me."
"Are you strong enough to handle it?"
"I'm strong enough to say in the same room with you. Shouldn't that count for something?"
"Any more stupid remarks and I won't tell you a damn thing. Understand?"
"Yeah-"
"Good." We sat in silence for a few minutes before I couldn't stand it anymore.
"So what's going on?" I asked in a soft voice.
"The Bringing."
"The what?"
"The Bringing."
"Mind telling me what that is?"
He stood up and walked towards me. Then he knelt down right beside me. He leaned his face in, and I prayed that he wasn't going to kiss me. I just prayed.
And he didn't. He just looked at me. Then he let his soft hand trail my cheeks.
"You are the bloody center of it all," he said.
"What?"
"You heard me. Voldemort needs an heir. He chose me as the Heir Bringer. He told me to have him an heir since the beginning of this year. He gave me until Christmas. Then he sent for me."
"That's why you weren't in school," I commented.
"Yeah. Well, I had to choose an Heir Deliverer, which means a girl to f*ck and impregnate. That's why I've been f*cking every willing girl in this whole damn school." He paused for a moment. "But it wasn't till October that I realized that the girl had to be from a Gryffindor. And I hadn't been f*cking Gryffindors-"
"Then came me," I said.
"Exactly. When Snape had put us together as partners, I thought it would be absolutely horrible and ruin my chances. But it actually turned out to my advantage."
"Great."
"But you turned me down. That's why I've been flirty and a pimp. That's why I gave you that condom, to send you a hint that I wanted to do you. But you still turned me down. So, I tried to change my strategy and become nice. I almost got you in bed. But you turned me down once more. I was so frickin' close, too."
"So, you tried to get me alone tonight."
"You got it right, Miss Smarty. And now I have you exactly where I want you."
A small smile appeared on my face. Not the happy kind of smile, more like the I'm-really-pissed-off-but-now-I-know-what's-going-on-and-you're-such-an- a**hole kind of smile. "You are such a b*tch."
"B*stard, if you will."
"I prefer b*tch, thank you very much," I answered.
"Oh well, at least I get a title." We sat in silence for a few more minutes and I couldn't believe what was going on.
My God! Why didn't I see this coming? Dumbledore would never want to see me at midnight? Nor in the Tower. God, I was so stupid. Why? Why me?
"Are you scared?" he asked.
"Well, being kidnapped or raped wasn't really on my to-do list for today."
"It's a small world," he replied. He stood and walked over to the door and said: "Mehore Sinde!"
"What was that spell?" I asked in a whisper.
"Nothing really. It just makes the whole room soundproof and no one can see the door from the outside."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because."
"That's a rock solid foundation. Let's start from there," I smart-mouthed.
"You don't know what you've gotten yourself into, my dear," he answered, smoothing his silky hair back. He sat down on the edge of the desk.
"Oh? Exactly what have I gotten myself into?" Suddenly, ropes were boring their way into my skin. My hands were tied to the armrests of the stupid chair; my ankles were tied to the legs. Fear was surrounding my very being. What the hell was going here?
"Something very big."
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, trying to pull my arms away from the chair.
"Something very big."
"Would you mind telling me?" I glared at him.
"I wouldn't mind, but my Master surely would."
"Your Master?"
"Lord Voldemort."
"Crap," I muttered, looking away.
"Lots and lots," he remarked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Just tell me."
"Are you strong enough to handle it?"
"I'm strong enough to say in the same room with you. Shouldn't that count for something?"
"Any more stupid remarks and I won't tell you a damn thing. Understand?"
"Yeah-"
"Good." We sat in silence for a few minutes before I couldn't stand it anymore.
"So what's going on?" I asked in a soft voice.
"The Bringing."
"The what?"
"The Bringing."
"Mind telling me what that is?"
He stood up and walked towards me. Then he knelt down right beside me. He leaned his face in, and I prayed that he wasn't going to kiss me. I just prayed.
And he didn't. He just looked at me. Then he let his soft hand trail my cheeks.
"You are the bloody center of it all," he said.
"What?"
"You heard me. Voldemort needs an heir. He chose me as the Heir Bringer. He told me to have him an heir since the beginning of this year. He gave me until Christmas. Then he sent for me."
"That's why you weren't in school," I commented.
"Yeah. Well, I had to choose an Heir Deliverer, which means a girl to f*ck and impregnate. That's why I've been f*cking every willing girl in this whole damn school." He paused for a moment. "But it wasn't till October that I realized that the girl had to be from a Gryffindor. And I hadn't been f*cking Gryffindors-"
"Then came me," I said.
"Exactly. When Snape had put us together as partners, I thought it would be absolutely horrible and ruin my chances. But it actually turned out to my advantage."
"Great."
"But you turned me down. That's why I've been flirty and a pimp. That's why I gave you that condom, to send you a hint that I wanted to do you. But you still turned me down. So, I tried to change my strategy and become nice. I almost got you in bed. But you turned me down once more. I was so frickin' close, too."
"So, you tried to get me alone tonight."
"You got it right, Miss Smarty. And now I have you exactly where I want you."
A small smile appeared on my face. Not the happy kind of smile, more like the I'm-really-pissed-off-but-now-I-know-what's-going-on-and-you're-such-an- a**hole kind of smile. "You are such a b*tch."
"B*stard, if you will."
"I prefer b*tch, thank you very much," I answered.
"Oh well, at least I get a title." We sat in silence for a few more minutes and I couldn't believe what was going on.
My God! Why didn't I see this coming? Dumbledore would never want to see me at midnight? Nor in the Tower. God, I was so stupid. Why? Why me?
"Are you scared?" he asked.
"Well, being kidnapped or raped wasn't really on my to-do list for today."
"It's a small world," he replied. He stood and walked over to the door and said: "Mehore Sinde!"
"What was that spell?" I asked in a whisper.
"Nothing really. It just makes the whole room soundproof and no one can see the door from the outside."
