I'll Never Tell…
WARNING: Rated R for violence, sexual content, swearing and overall
darkness. Don't like, don't read. Flames only keep me warm in winter.
NB: A dark Draco/Pansy shipping set in the sixth Hogwarts year. I own nothing.
Chapter Six: Goddamn this noise inside my head
PANSY POV:
Monday afternoon, and I'm in my Charms Class. The day has been pretty unexciting, apart from the fact that Adrienne hasn't turned up to Potions today. I wonder if Professor Snape already knew this? He never called her name today…in fact; I don't think I've ever heard him call it. It's like she doesn't exist to him, but she never seems to mind that he misses her name in role call.
"…Then you wave your wand like so…" Professor Flitwick babbles on, waving and swirling his wand in the air, making it emit a trail of golden sparkles before a translucent, golden bubble encases his body as he shouts "Chanitromia!"
It's pretty unexciting, really. After all, I learnt the Chanitromia charm back when I was a third-year. It's not hard but it is dangerous. The purpose of the charm is to remove things from one's body. For example, a tumor from the brain. But doing it wrong can often have pretty nasty results, as I learnt the first time I did it with my little brother's rat…
//Come to me, beautiful one…//
Huh? Did I just hear something? I scan the room under half-lidded eyes…No! I probably didn't hear anything…I guess my bored mind is just playing tricks on me…
//I'm going to rape you…I'm going to destroy you, beautiful one…//
I sit upright quite suddenly. It was the voice again. This time, I know it wasn't imagined. I heard it, I'm positive of that. That low, serpentine voice. I'm not going to drift off now. I'm going to stay alert and see if it comes again.
//Pansy…Pansy…Come to me, Pansy…I'm going to claim and destroy what is rightfully mine…//
Is it just me, or do the walls appear to be changing colour? The grey stone has gone a weird dark shade of red…hang on a minute…the red is – I don't know – the red seems to be sort of oozing down the walls unevenly, dripping, dripping like blood.
Oh. My. God. It IS blood!!! The walls are running red with blood now, and with the blood comes even more voices, only this time, they're not speaking. My head is filled with blood curling screaming. Not just the screams of one person, but of many people. Screams that speak of pain and sheer terror. And amidst all that screaming, I can hear sadistic laughter.
I'm shaking now, I can feel it. Mili senses it too. She turns around and puts her hand on my shoulder.
"Is something wrong, Pansy?" Concern is written all over her face. Oh Gods! Can't you hear the screams, Mili? Am I going insane or something? I shake my head violently, answering hear and trying to rid myself of this noise that won't get out of my head. But the screams only get louder now, as does the laughter.
//Do you hear them screaming, my dear…It won't stop…Unless you come to me, these tortured souls will keep screaming and screaming…//
I'm shaking even more now. My palms are sweaty with fear and confusion. The walls are bloody, so bloody. It's spreading all over the floor and its like I'm the only one who notices. Oh Gods! Somebody please stop this before I scream out loud!!!
Then, as if by fate, I hear a faint *plop.* Then another one, and another, all of them coming from above. I look up slowly, fearfully. The blood is up there too. It's dripping onto us, from the ceiling. The desks are spotted with fresh blood. It's in the hair of the girl in front, dripping onto her dark robes. It's covering Mili's workbook, but why doesn't she notice? I begin to look up again, partly out of fear and partly out of morbid curiousity, and its then that I become the next target. A particularly large amount of blood splashes onto my face, runs through my hair and stains my robes. And I begin to scream in sheer horror as everything goes black…
DRACO POV:
A scream breaks me away from the images running before my eyes. Images of blood and tortured muggles. Like magic, the blood is wiped clean from my sight and the torture is over for me.
Pansy is laying slumped forward on her workbook, dark hair spilling in every direction like blood. Professor Flitwick is on the floor, the scream having caused him to lose his balance on his stack of books.
"What in the name of Merlin just happened?" He demands, sounding more frightened than angry.
"Please, sir, I think Pansy is sick." Millicent Bulstrode speaks up. "She was all sweaty and disorientated when I asked her if she was alright, then she just screamed and fainted. Should I take her to the hospital wing?"
"No, it's alright, Millicent. I will." I interject. She shrugs indifferently and moves aside.
"Yes…yes…that seems like a wise idea." Flitwick says, toying with his wand and curling his moustache around one finger at the same time. Pansy's scream must've really knocked the shit out of him. The man is shaking like – how do the muggles say it?- shaking like a jelly.
I scoop Pansy up in my arms. She's still very light so I wont have any problems carrying her to the hospital wing.
"I'm sorry it was so horrific." I whisper to her as we exit the classroom. Thank god she's unconscious so she can't question my words…
