Chapter 5
Rating: PG.-13, still
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Just this little side plot, sort of.
Draco Malfoy woke up the next morning, lying face-down on his four- poster. As he arose with a groan and remembered who and where he was, he also noticed that he had not changed his clothes last night. He reached into his pocket and pulled out and re-read the letter that Diane had sent him yesterday.
Draco,
Let me tell you a story. When I was young I had one friend. Just one
friend. He was a beautiful child, probably the most beautiful there
was. He was full of life and mischief, but he would never harm anyone
he cared about, or who they cared about. He was fair and loyal, even
though he did have a cynical streak in him. He believed in me, and I
in him. You wish for us to be as we were. Find him, and bring him
back.
Diane de ChĂȘne
For the love of a girl whom he had only just reunited with, he had made amends with his worst enemies and estranged the man who had absolute control over his life.
"God, I hope she's worth it," he whispered quietly aloud. ***
She was running down a hall with marble columns. She kept looking back over her shoulder and seeing her father running after her. No matter how hard she ran, she never moved, but he seemed to be catching up to her. In his hand, was a whip, and he kept cracking it over and over. At last, she found that she could run no more and fell to the marble floor. As her father got close, she began screaming and he raised his whip. ***
There was a knock on Draco's door. He opened it, and Professor Snape was standing there.
"Your presence is requested in the hospital wing."
When he arrived, he was greeted by Madame Pomfrey. "It's Miss de ChĂȘne," she began. "She was found in the entrance hall, on the floor, screaming, but still asleep. On her back were some open wounds and her nightgown was ripped. When we brought her here, she calmed down some, but she started calling your name over and over. She's awake now, and her cuts have been treated. You may go see her." Diane lay on a bed, on her stomach, with bandages on her back, looking pale. She smiled at him when he approached. "Hey," she said. "You couldn't resist putting Weasley in the hospital wing one more time, couldn't you?" "That's not all I did." "Oh? Pray tell, what else?" "I told Lucius that he and the Dark Lord can go to hell, essentially." Diane turned a shade whiter, if possible. "Draco, promise me that you will go to Dumbledore and have him protect you." "As soon as you tell me what happened to you." He paused. "And don't try to tell me that you fell like last time; I suspected your father then and I suspect him now." She turned her head away from him. "Diane, I have given up everything I had to make you trust me. Why can't you tell me?" There was a long pause. "My father sends me nightmares. Only, what he does to me in there affects me out here. That's why I was sleepwalking, that's what the wounds are." "Then I guess there will be two of us going to see Dumbledore." She gripped his arm suddenly. "No! I can't. And you can't tell anyone about this either, Draco. You just can't!" "He's not going to hurt you Diane and I won't either. What's more, I am going to make sure that that bastard can't ever touch you again. Understand?" She nodded, crying. He wiped her tears away with his thumb and kissed her forehead. "Madame Pomfrey wishes for me to stay in here until tomorrow morning, but I will come with you then, ok?" He nodded, stood up, and left Diane, who was still crying. ***
She was running down a hall with marble columns. She kept looking back over her shoulder and seeing her father running after her. No matter how hard she ran, she never moved, but he seemed to be catching up to her. In his hand, was a whip, and he kept cracking it over and over. At last, she found that she could run no more and fell to the marble floor. But it wasn't a marble floor. It was something soft and warm, and held her tight. ***
Diane awoke with a start. There was darkness all around her, and she was kneeling on something soft. There was a pair of arms around her, and she had her head resting on a shoulder.
"Hey, it's ok. I'm here, now, he can't hurt you anymore," A voice whispered. She began sobbing uncontrollably, and fell asleep that way. ***
Diane very slowly opened her eyes. She was surrounded by green and silver and there was an arm around her waist. Against her back, she felt a warm presence. She sat up slowly and turned around. The presence was Draco Malfoy. In stirring, she had awoken him. He sat up, wearing only pants. She blushed, and avoided his eyes. Still sleepy and taking in her surroundings, she spoke. "How did I get here?" "Last night, you ran in here crying, and screaming. You just climbed on my bed and held onto me until you fell asleep. I didn't have the heart to move you." "Oh. The only thing that I remember is." her voice trailed off. "You had a dream about your father again, didn't you? Well, go get dressed, after breakfast the two of us are going to see Dumbledore." She nodded, and left the Slytherin dormitory, red-faced, leaving Draco to watch her go.
Draco Malfoy woke up the next morning, lying face-down on his four- poster. As he arose with a groan and remembered who and where he was, he also noticed that he had not changed his clothes last night. He reached into his pocket and pulled out and re-read the letter that Diane had sent him yesterday.
Draco,
Let me tell you a story. When I was young I had one friend. Just one
friend. He was a beautiful child, probably the most beautiful there
was. He was full of life and mischief, but he would never harm anyone
he cared about, or who they cared about. He was fair and loyal, even
though he did have a cynical streak in him. He believed in me, and I
in him. You wish for us to be as we were. Find him, and bring him
back.
Diane de ChĂȘne
For the love of a girl whom he had only just reunited with, he had made amends with his worst enemies and estranged the man who had absolute control over his life.
"God, I hope she's worth it," he whispered quietly aloud. ***
She was running down a hall with marble columns. She kept looking back over her shoulder and seeing her father running after her. No matter how hard she ran, she never moved, but he seemed to be catching up to her. In his hand, was a whip, and he kept cracking it over and over. At last, she found that she could run no more and fell to the marble floor. As her father got close, she began screaming and he raised his whip. ***
There was a knock on Draco's door. He opened it, and Professor Snape was standing there.
"Your presence is requested in the hospital wing."
When he arrived, he was greeted by Madame Pomfrey. "It's Miss de ChĂȘne," she began. "She was found in the entrance hall, on the floor, screaming, but still asleep. On her back were some open wounds and her nightgown was ripped. When we brought her here, she calmed down some, but she started calling your name over and over. She's awake now, and her cuts have been treated. You may go see her." Diane lay on a bed, on her stomach, with bandages on her back, looking pale. She smiled at him when he approached. "Hey," she said. "You couldn't resist putting Weasley in the hospital wing one more time, couldn't you?" "That's not all I did." "Oh? Pray tell, what else?" "I told Lucius that he and the Dark Lord can go to hell, essentially." Diane turned a shade whiter, if possible. "Draco, promise me that you will go to Dumbledore and have him protect you." "As soon as you tell me what happened to you." He paused. "And don't try to tell me that you fell like last time; I suspected your father then and I suspect him now." She turned her head away from him. "Diane, I have given up everything I had to make you trust me. Why can't you tell me?" There was a long pause. "My father sends me nightmares. Only, what he does to me in there affects me out here. That's why I was sleepwalking, that's what the wounds are." "Then I guess there will be two of us going to see Dumbledore." She gripped his arm suddenly. "No! I can't. And you can't tell anyone about this either, Draco. You just can't!" "He's not going to hurt you Diane and I won't either. What's more, I am going to make sure that that bastard can't ever touch you again. Understand?" She nodded, crying. He wiped her tears away with his thumb and kissed her forehead. "Madame Pomfrey wishes for me to stay in here until tomorrow morning, but I will come with you then, ok?" He nodded, stood up, and left Diane, who was still crying. ***
She was running down a hall with marble columns. She kept looking back over her shoulder and seeing her father running after her. No matter how hard she ran, she never moved, but he seemed to be catching up to her. In his hand, was a whip, and he kept cracking it over and over. At last, she found that she could run no more and fell to the marble floor. But it wasn't a marble floor. It was something soft and warm, and held her tight. ***
Diane awoke with a start. There was darkness all around her, and she was kneeling on something soft. There was a pair of arms around her, and she had her head resting on a shoulder.
"Hey, it's ok. I'm here, now, he can't hurt you anymore," A voice whispered. She began sobbing uncontrollably, and fell asleep that way. ***
Diane very slowly opened her eyes. She was surrounded by green and silver and there was an arm around her waist. Against her back, she felt a warm presence. She sat up slowly and turned around. The presence was Draco Malfoy. In stirring, she had awoken him. He sat up, wearing only pants. She blushed, and avoided his eyes. Still sleepy and taking in her surroundings, she spoke. "How did I get here?" "Last night, you ran in here crying, and screaming. You just climbed on my bed and held onto me until you fell asleep. I didn't have the heart to move you." "Oh. The only thing that I remember is." her voice trailed off. "You had a dream about your father again, didn't you? Well, go get dressed, after breakfast the two of us are going to see Dumbledore." She nodded, and left the Slytherin dormitory, red-faced, leaving Draco to watch her go.
