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"Well you can tell them that when you meet them in hell."
I winced as his hand got tighter around my neck.
"Then I'll meet YOU there too!" I screamed as I slashed his face with my Quidditch pin I had on my robes.
"Bitch!" He screamed as he let go of my neck and held his face with his hands. At that, all the deatheaters pulled out their wands and walked closer and closer to me. I rubbed my neck and coughed as I leaned forward, taking deep, long breaths.
"Can we kill her, my lord?" A figure resembling Goyle said as he lifted my head up with his hand and aggressively pointed the wand in-between my eyes. I looked at Goyle angrily and watched Draco from the corner of my eye.
"No." Draco said flatly as he smirked and walked over towards me, bloody face and all. I had really marked him well. From the left side of his forehead, all the way across his face lay a deep scratch as blood started to leak from it. Draco licked the blood that was dripping onto his lips, which made me tremble a little with a strong nauseous feeling. That sick bastard.
Another deatheater grabbed both of my hands behind my back and forced me to look up at Draco.
"I have another plan for Ms. Blaisyer. Something she'll enjoy very much." Draco said sarcastically as he held up my chin with one finger, stared at me for a moment, then slapped me across my face, "Bring her into my office later on." Draco said as he glared at me for a while, then got up and walked out the doors.
Four deatheaters had to drag me up to a small green bedroom three stairways away from where I was before. They pushed me into the room and I landed on the bed. I quickly bounced up and tried to escape out the open door, but I was too late. They locked the door with a spell and snickered as they walked back down the staircase.
I looked around to find a large emerald green bed, a green bathroom, and a green dresser. For a prison cell, this wasn't half bad. I flopped onto the bed and marveled the detailed paintings of snakes on the ceiling. But something about the room made me squirm. Maybe it was how it was colored; green, the color of Hogwart's house, Slytherin. What ever it was, it prevented me from going to sleep.
I thought of a way to escape, a way to run away, but nothing came to mind. I sat there, anger filling my thoughts. Who did he think he was? Killing people who hadn't done a damn thing to him; It angered me to know that people I had gone to school with were being slaughtered. Hermione Granger of all people, she was the most successful of everyone in our class. She had the brains to be the richest person in the world, but he threw it all away.
That Bastard.
Son of a Bitch...
I threw a pillow against the door and poured my eyes out.
It felt good that for the first time in my life I let go of some of the strings holding my problems closer to me. Every tear that dropped from my chin was one drop less of anger and confusion inside of me. I sniffed once and grabbed a tissue and blew my nose. Out of my exhaustion, I unwillingly fell asleep, not knowing what was to become of me, or the rest of the world.
**************
I felt a violent shake at my shoulder and I rolled over to my side, hoping it was just an illusion. I felt it even harder this time and was thrown on the cold ground. I quickly opened my eyes and sat up staring angrily at the cloaked deatheater.
"My Lord orders me to send you to him." The deatheater said, taking a few steps away from me.
"Tell him I don't give a fuck what he says." I sneered.
"I'm sorry, Mudblood, I can't do that." He said and pointed his wand at me.
"Fine, fine, whatever." I mumbled and walked out the door.
"This way." He yelled and grabbed my arm.
"Hey! Don't touch me!" I said and pointed my finger at him and glared.
The deatheater just dragged me to a dark room with a maple desk, a library, some potion cabinets and a small couch. Behind the desk, of course, was a big dark red rolling chair where Draco was sitting.
"Come here." He demanded.
"No." I answered, not moving from my spot.
"Well, if you won't move..." Draco started to say and flung out his wand, "...Then I'll make you."
"Is that a threat?" I asked cockily.
"Yes." Draco stated and flung a spell at me.
The spell hit me in the chest as I felt myself being pushed towards Draco's desk. I tried to resist, but the power only pushed harder. Draco smirked as I tried to resist the force that was trying to make me lean on the desk. I held myself up as long as I could before my arms gave way and I let go. I slammed onto the desk and winced as the strength pined me down against the desk. Draco quickly poured something into my mouth as I tried to spit it out, but the same energy forced me to swallow. I almost threw-up at the vulgar taste of the mixture as my mouth felt numb. I felt dizzy and felt the force disappear as I collapsed on the couch in front of the desk. The dizziness faded, but I felt like I was split in two. As if a part of me was separated from the rest. I held my head in my hands and didn't dare look at the face I knew had a smirk.
"So, Robin, let's start easy, shall we?" Draco snickered. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, and I didn't care.
"Let's see, do you wish you were married?" Draco asked. What kind of question was that? No way in hell I'll answer him!
"Yes, I do. I just don't know *who* to marry because so many people are afraid I might kick their ass." I stated unconsciously.
That jackass.
He gave me a Truth Potion.
"Really, how interesting. Now, do you know of any secrets of the ministry of magic?" He asked playing with a silver pen. Great, I'm entertainment now.
"No. I don't work for the ministry. My job is to play Quidditch." God, at least these questions aren't TOO personal.
"Did you love me in 6th year, Robin?" Draco asked, still not looking up from his glance, but did stop twiddling with his pen.
I grinded my teeth together so stop the answer from coming out, but I just couldn't meet the power of the potion.
"Yes." I said hating Draco even more.
"Then why the hell didn't you say so?!" He yelled at my face.
"B-Because Piper told me that you would be working in place of Voldemort and that either one of both of us would be killed if we were ever together." I said hoping he would drop the subject.
I was wrong. He leaned back in his chair and starred at me.
"Fuck that Piper." Draco sneered, "And for the last question before the potion wears off." Draco started to say and inched closer to my face as I looked at him in fear. He was so close that I could feel his cold breath on my face. I wandered in his eyes and waited for his stupid question.
"Do you love me now?"
"Well you can tell them that when you meet them in hell."
I winced as his hand got tighter around my neck.
"Then I'll meet YOU there too!" I screamed as I slashed his face with my Quidditch pin I had on my robes.
"Bitch!" He screamed as he let go of my neck and held his face with his hands. At that, all the deatheaters pulled out their wands and walked closer and closer to me. I rubbed my neck and coughed as I leaned forward, taking deep, long breaths.
"Can we kill her, my lord?" A figure resembling Goyle said as he lifted my head up with his hand and aggressively pointed the wand in-between my eyes. I looked at Goyle angrily and watched Draco from the corner of my eye.
"No." Draco said flatly as he smirked and walked over towards me, bloody face and all. I had really marked him well. From the left side of his forehead, all the way across his face lay a deep scratch as blood started to leak from it. Draco licked the blood that was dripping onto his lips, which made me tremble a little with a strong nauseous feeling. That sick bastard.
Another deatheater grabbed both of my hands behind my back and forced me to look up at Draco.
"I have another plan for Ms. Blaisyer. Something she'll enjoy very much." Draco said sarcastically as he held up my chin with one finger, stared at me for a moment, then slapped me across my face, "Bring her into my office later on." Draco said as he glared at me for a while, then got up and walked out the doors.
Four deatheaters had to drag me up to a small green bedroom three stairways away from where I was before. They pushed me into the room and I landed on the bed. I quickly bounced up and tried to escape out the open door, but I was too late. They locked the door with a spell and snickered as they walked back down the staircase.
I looked around to find a large emerald green bed, a green bathroom, and a green dresser. For a prison cell, this wasn't half bad. I flopped onto the bed and marveled the detailed paintings of snakes on the ceiling. But something about the room made me squirm. Maybe it was how it was colored; green, the color of Hogwart's house, Slytherin. What ever it was, it prevented me from going to sleep.
I thought of a way to escape, a way to run away, but nothing came to mind. I sat there, anger filling my thoughts. Who did he think he was? Killing people who hadn't done a damn thing to him; It angered me to know that people I had gone to school with were being slaughtered. Hermione Granger of all people, she was the most successful of everyone in our class. She had the brains to be the richest person in the world, but he threw it all away.
That Bastard.
Son of a Bitch...
I threw a pillow against the door and poured my eyes out.
It felt good that for the first time in my life I let go of some of the strings holding my problems closer to me. Every tear that dropped from my chin was one drop less of anger and confusion inside of me. I sniffed once and grabbed a tissue and blew my nose. Out of my exhaustion, I unwillingly fell asleep, not knowing what was to become of me, or the rest of the world.
**************
I felt a violent shake at my shoulder and I rolled over to my side, hoping it was just an illusion. I felt it even harder this time and was thrown on the cold ground. I quickly opened my eyes and sat up staring angrily at the cloaked deatheater.
"My Lord orders me to send you to him." The deatheater said, taking a few steps away from me.
"Tell him I don't give a fuck what he says." I sneered.
"I'm sorry, Mudblood, I can't do that." He said and pointed his wand at me.
"Fine, fine, whatever." I mumbled and walked out the door.
"This way." He yelled and grabbed my arm.
"Hey! Don't touch me!" I said and pointed my finger at him and glared.
The deatheater just dragged me to a dark room with a maple desk, a library, some potion cabinets and a small couch. Behind the desk, of course, was a big dark red rolling chair where Draco was sitting.
"Come here." He demanded.
"No." I answered, not moving from my spot.
"Well, if you won't move..." Draco started to say and flung out his wand, "...Then I'll make you."
"Is that a threat?" I asked cockily.
"Yes." Draco stated and flung a spell at me.
The spell hit me in the chest as I felt myself being pushed towards Draco's desk. I tried to resist, but the power only pushed harder. Draco smirked as I tried to resist the force that was trying to make me lean on the desk. I held myself up as long as I could before my arms gave way and I let go. I slammed onto the desk and winced as the strength pined me down against the desk. Draco quickly poured something into my mouth as I tried to spit it out, but the same energy forced me to swallow. I almost threw-up at the vulgar taste of the mixture as my mouth felt numb. I felt dizzy and felt the force disappear as I collapsed on the couch in front of the desk. The dizziness faded, but I felt like I was split in two. As if a part of me was separated from the rest. I held my head in my hands and didn't dare look at the face I knew had a smirk.
"So, Robin, let's start easy, shall we?" Draco snickered. I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, and I didn't care.
"Let's see, do you wish you were married?" Draco asked. What kind of question was that? No way in hell I'll answer him!
"Yes, I do. I just don't know *who* to marry because so many people are afraid I might kick their ass." I stated unconsciously.
That jackass.
He gave me a Truth Potion.
"Really, how interesting. Now, do you know of any secrets of the ministry of magic?" He asked playing with a silver pen. Great, I'm entertainment now.
"No. I don't work for the ministry. My job is to play Quidditch." God, at least these questions aren't TOO personal.
"Did you love me in 6th year, Robin?" Draco asked, still not looking up from his glance, but did stop twiddling with his pen.
I grinded my teeth together so stop the answer from coming out, but I just couldn't meet the power of the potion.
"Yes." I said hating Draco even more.
"Then why the hell didn't you say so?!" He yelled at my face.
"B-Because Piper told me that you would be working in place of Voldemort and that either one of both of us would be killed if we were ever together." I said hoping he would drop the subject.
I was wrong. He leaned back in his chair and starred at me.
"Fuck that Piper." Draco sneered, "And for the last question before the potion wears off." Draco started to say and inched closer to my face as I looked at him in fear. He was so close that I could feel his cold breath on my face. I wandered in his eyes and waited for his stupid question.
"Do you love me now?"
