Never Lose Me
Chapter Six: Danger
A/N: Yet again,I do not own J.K. Rowling's marvelous story and characters. The only character I own is Rhane (pronounced 'Rain'). BTW, this story opens as a student with a crush that is more than it seems, and the chapters will eventually lead to a 20-something woman with one.^___^ This song is also my own, as are the others. I wrote it. ^_^ It's a slow song, as all the ones for this story are, and pauses a lot.very melodramatic and moody and possibly sad,even. A bit twisted,too-and kinda long.lol^_^ Please review, and if you must criticize, do it CONSTRUCTIVELY,k? Nothing like, 'oh, Snape's ICKY, no girl would ever go after him.' Or anything like that,k? K.^_^ Yay for the White Stripes!!Bought 'White Blood Cells' the other day, it's inspiring me to write.^_^_^Happiness o'doooooom!^_____^Oh,yes,and in this fic, Draco isn't exactly EVIL, per say.just very, very disturbed, twisted, obsessed and sadistic.^_^Let's take a trip into Draco's mind and life, shall we? No? Sorry, too late, we are anyway.^_^'^_^YES it's disturbing, and YES it'll probably get worse.^_^' This chapter is PARTICUARLY twisted, as it deals with things from Draco's (sadistic, disturbed, twisted and obsessed, remember?) point of view. Ok, just warning you, so don't say it was unfair.^_^'
'It's not you, it's what I see in you That scares me through and through. Disturbed, 'sick' and obsessed, Do you see now why I'm so distressed?
But, no, you could care less if I'm having fun, You feel powerful, as if you've won. I can't stop you and you know it's true, It leaves me scared, shaking and blue.
Please stop, please leave me alone, I fear if you hit me harder you'll break a bone. Please don't pursue this foolish engagement, I refuse to be any sort of servant.
Draco sat in the Slytherin Common Room and simply seethed. How dare that little tart go and kiss Snape-SNAPE of all people! He tried to calm down, but he could feel heat nearly radiating from his body, and, from the corner of his eye saw several other Slytherin students looking at him oddly and whispering. His jaw twitched slightly. He'd show her! She couldn't get away with doing this to him! "She DOES need a good seeing to---both meanings, really." Draco whispered to himself.
"What's the matter?" Crabbe asked, his deep, ignorant voice booming into the quiet yet turbulent depths of Draco's mind, shattering his train of thought. "You aren't flipping your lid on us, are you?" Draco sighed and merely shook his head.
"Have to write some letters." He mumbled.
Again he read the letter his father had sent him the previous day.
*** Draco ***-
Going mental over some silly girl? How---droll. Fortunately for you, the object of your little---attentions---happens to be engaged to you. Meaning that you can basically do as you please. Her father was a Slytherin and a good friend, and we felt our children should unite our families-the girl's mother disagreed, but it didn't matter much to us. So there you have it. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do-not that this means much.
*** Lucius Malfoy ***
Draco kept staring down at the letter, seeing but not feeling his hands clench and slightly wrinkle to paper. His silvery hair fell across his face, almost obstructing his vision, but he appeared not to care, deep in thought. He knew he was a sadistic sod---he'd at least inherited it naturally. His father was the same, he knew, so it didn't bother him.
Coming to a conclusion on what he should do at last, Draco nodded to the others and went up to his room. He knew what awaited him- it awaited him every night. Those strange dreams, haunting him. Sighing, Draco changed into the black, silken pajamas he preferred, and slipped into bed.
He was somewhere else, as usual. Far away---He sensed his power- incredible, immense. He stared across the land from the balcony, and wondered-was there anything he didn't possess, or couldn't, easily? He knew there was. HER. The girl, who, if not the most stunning he'd ever seen, was still pretty and seemed to have---something that just---TUGGED at him in a strange way. She WOULD be his.
He found her, as he'd expected somehow, in the company of an olive-skinned man who seemed her senior by quite a bit-full of wizard-power, but not as much as his-with black hair and dark eyes. He challenged the man to a wizard-duel and laughed maniacally as he won. Clutching the girl to him, it excited him even more when she spit in his eye and held herself defiantly. As if she had any choice! Her lover was dead and she belonged to him. Though he knew she was tainted when he married her-against her will, of course-he still felt intense rage when she gave birth to a dark- complected son with inky hair and eyes. He intended to kill the child, but, before he knew what was happening, the girl was gone. He felt his heart go cold, and knew he had lost-felt as if he had lost since the beginning of time. The darkness swirled in and Draco dreamt no more.
The next day, Draco knew exactly what he intended to do. He went through his classes in a near trance, though he made sure to pay attention in Double Advanced Potions, for fear of Snape guessing what was up. This time, when they exited the classroom, he hid himself in the shadows and followed Rhane. He knew where she was going, by instinct, perhaps. The moment she veered off into the dead-end hallway-her 'special place' where she hid from everyone, he realized-he stepped into place behind her, enjoying the knowledge that she knew he was there, and was very frightened of this fact. When they reached the wall, Rhane turned around, clutching her book in front of her like a holy talisman.
"Wh-what do you want NOW, Draco?" She said softly, trying to be brave, he noticed.
"Nothing that you don't already know about, dear." He had her pinned against the wall again now, and didn't show any hopes of moving. Draco smiled, knowing full well what effect this would have. He was beginning to really enjoy this little 'game.' Slowly, he reached out and took her chin in his hands, enjoying the way her eyes widened in fear.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to KILL you or anything."
"No-just make me WISH I were dead!" She spat.
Where had she found the courage to say that? Draco felt a hint of anger, and the need to release it was strong. Withdrawing his hand from her chin, he hit her cheek with a stinging blow. "I'll have no such talk from my future wife."
"I am no such thing!" But her voice was quieter now, not as confident. He gave her other cheek a ringing slap and reveled in the tears that flowed from those beautiful emerald pools that she had for eyes. Without really meaning to, he leaned forward and licked the tears from her cheeks, almost laughing at the look of revulsion in those same lush green depths. Draco smiled and grabbed her wrists, tightly again, then spun her around.
"What are you--?" Her voice turned into a cry of surprise and pain as he hit her back with something that felt uncomfortably like a whip. It hit her three or four times, and to keep her mind from the pain, she wondered if it was, and soon found out as he turned her back around. It HAD been a whip- though, to get to it, Draco had removed his shirt and vest and now stood there, pale and slim and bare to the waist, sweating slightly. He smirked cruelly at her.
"Those marks, at least, won't show. And if Snape finds out about THEM, I really shall have to hurt you. That was just for a kiss, there should be no reason for him to see your bare back. Even I haven't seen that- but I know there are welts crisscrossing it now, even though I hit you through fabric." He laughed. "Don't worry dear, be a good girl and maybe you'll get used to it---eventually. Plenty of time for that, especially once we're married, you know." He pinned her again to the wall, this time with his entire body, his lips seconds from hers, his skin far to warm- scalding, even, as if he had a fever---his breath even warmer, prickling her skin. "Please---don't kiss me again." She tried to turn her face aside, but there was nowhere for it to go.
"But I will." He whispered devilishly, and, for the second time, brutally shoved his lips on hers for so long it felt as if she would die of suffocation. As he pulled back, he bit down, hard, and relished the sight of ruby blood beading on her lower lip.
"Until tomorrow, mi amore.' Draco gave a maniacal little laugh, pulled back on his shirt and vest and winked lewdly, blowing her a kiss. "Don't think you'll escape our little liaisons, my dear. Besides, as I said before, I've been given full permission by Father. Have a nice day!" He turned and walked swiftly away.
'I need to learn to control myself, I really do---I just get so---angry. So into the looks of horror and pain that I cannot stop. Perhaps Father shall say something of this. I should really write him back, anyway.
He sat down and began to write.
*** Father ***-
I am following your instructions, though I've noticed---I tend to get a little over-into everything and lose control. It's as if I'm someone else, someone with a lot more reason to be vengeful than mere indulgence in sadistic tendencies. Is this normal, something you felt too? Advice would be much-appreciated.
*** Draco Malfoy ***
He nodded to himself as he sat in the chair by the fire of his Common Room and slowly drifted into sleep.
Chapter Six: Danger
A/N: Yet again,I do not own J.K. Rowling's marvelous story and characters. The only character I own is Rhane (pronounced 'Rain'). BTW, this story opens as a student with a crush that is more than it seems, and the chapters will eventually lead to a 20-something woman with one.^___^ This song is also my own, as are the others. I wrote it. ^_^ It's a slow song, as all the ones for this story are, and pauses a lot.very melodramatic and moody and possibly sad,even. A bit twisted,too-and kinda long.lol^_^ Please review, and if you must criticize, do it CONSTRUCTIVELY,k? Nothing like, 'oh, Snape's ICKY, no girl would ever go after him.' Or anything like that,k? K.^_^ Yay for the White Stripes!!Bought 'White Blood Cells' the other day, it's inspiring me to write.^_^_^Happiness o'doooooom!^_____^Oh,yes,and in this fic, Draco isn't exactly EVIL, per say.just very, very disturbed, twisted, obsessed and sadistic.^_^Let's take a trip into Draco's mind and life, shall we? No? Sorry, too late, we are anyway.^_^'^_^YES it's disturbing, and YES it'll probably get worse.^_^' This chapter is PARTICUARLY twisted, as it deals with things from Draco's (sadistic, disturbed, twisted and obsessed, remember?) point of view. Ok, just warning you, so don't say it was unfair.^_^'
'It's not you, it's what I see in you That scares me through and through. Disturbed, 'sick' and obsessed, Do you see now why I'm so distressed?
But, no, you could care less if I'm having fun, You feel powerful, as if you've won. I can't stop you and you know it's true, It leaves me scared, shaking and blue.
Please stop, please leave me alone, I fear if you hit me harder you'll break a bone. Please don't pursue this foolish engagement, I refuse to be any sort of servant.
Draco sat in the Slytherin Common Room and simply seethed. How dare that little tart go and kiss Snape-SNAPE of all people! He tried to calm down, but he could feel heat nearly radiating from his body, and, from the corner of his eye saw several other Slytherin students looking at him oddly and whispering. His jaw twitched slightly. He'd show her! She couldn't get away with doing this to him! "She DOES need a good seeing to---both meanings, really." Draco whispered to himself.
"What's the matter?" Crabbe asked, his deep, ignorant voice booming into the quiet yet turbulent depths of Draco's mind, shattering his train of thought. "You aren't flipping your lid on us, are you?" Draco sighed and merely shook his head.
"Have to write some letters." He mumbled.
Again he read the letter his father had sent him the previous day.
*** Draco ***-
Going mental over some silly girl? How---droll. Fortunately for you, the object of your little---attentions---happens to be engaged to you. Meaning that you can basically do as you please. Her father was a Slytherin and a good friend, and we felt our children should unite our families-the girl's mother disagreed, but it didn't matter much to us. So there you have it. Don't do anything that I wouldn't do-not that this means much.
*** Lucius Malfoy ***
Draco kept staring down at the letter, seeing but not feeling his hands clench and slightly wrinkle to paper. His silvery hair fell across his face, almost obstructing his vision, but he appeared not to care, deep in thought. He knew he was a sadistic sod---he'd at least inherited it naturally. His father was the same, he knew, so it didn't bother him.
Coming to a conclusion on what he should do at last, Draco nodded to the others and went up to his room. He knew what awaited him- it awaited him every night. Those strange dreams, haunting him. Sighing, Draco changed into the black, silken pajamas he preferred, and slipped into bed.
He was somewhere else, as usual. Far away---He sensed his power- incredible, immense. He stared across the land from the balcony, and wondered-was there anything he didn't possess, or couldn't, easily? He knew there was. HER. The girl, who, if not the most stunning he'd ever seen, was still pretty and seemed to have---something that just---TUGGED at him in a strange way. She WOULD be his.
He found her, as he'd expected somehow, in the company of an olive-skinned man who seemed her senior by quite a bit-full of wizard-power, but not as much as his-with black hair and dark eyes. He challenged the man to a wizard-duel and laughed maniacally as he won. Clutching the girl to him, it excited him even more when she spit in his eye and held herself defiantly. As if she had any choice! Her lover was dead and she belonged to him. Though he knew she was tainted when he married her-against her will, of course-he still felt intense rage when she gave birth to a dark- complected son with inky hair and eyes. He intended to kill the child, but, before he knew what was happening, the girl was gone. He felt his heart go cold, and knew he had lost-felt as if he had lost since the beginning of time. The darkness swirled in and Draco dreamt no more.
The next day, Draco knew exactly what he intended to do. He went through his classes in a near trance, though he made sure to pay attention in Double Advanced Potions, for fear of Snape guessing what was up. This time, when they exited the classroom, he hid himself in the shadows and followed Rhane. He knew where she was going, by instinct, perhaps. The moment she veered off into the dead-end hallway-her 'special place' where she hid from everyone, he realized-he stepped into place behind her, enjoying the knowledge that she knew he was there, and was very frightened of this fact. When they reached the wall, Rhane turned around, clutching her book in front of her like a holy talisman.
"Wh-what do you want NOW, Draco?" She said softly, trying to be brave, he noticed.
"Nothing that you don't already know about, dear." He had her pinned against the wall again now, and didn't show any hopes of moving. Draco smiled, knowing full well what effect this would have. He was beginning to really enjoy this little 'game.' Slowly, he reached out and took her chin in his hands, enjoying the way her eyes widened in fear.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to KILL you or anything."
"No-just make me WISH I were dead!" She spat.
Where had she found the courage to say that? Draco felt a hint of anger, and the need to release it was strong. Withdrawing his hand from her chin, he hit her cheek with a stinging blow. "I'll have no such talk from my future wife."
"I am no such thing!" But her voice was quieter now, not as confident. He gave her other cheek a ringing slap and reveled in the tears that flowed from those beautiful emerald pools that she had for eyes. Without really meaning to, he leaned forward and licked the tears from her cheeks, almost laughing at the look of revulsion in those same lush green depths. Draco smiled and grabbed her wrists, tightly again, then spun her around.
"What are you--?" Her voice turned into a cry of surprise and pain as he hit her back with something that felt uncomfortably like a whip. It hit her three or four times, and to keep her mind from the pain, she wondered if it was, and soon found out as he turned her back around. It HAD been a whip- though, to get to it, Draco had removed his shirt and vest and now stood there, pale and slim and bare to the waist, sweating slightly. He smirked cruelly at her.
"Those marks, at least, won't show. And if Snape finds out about THEM, I really shall have to hurt you. That was just for a kiss, there should be no reason for him to see your bare back. Even I haven't seen that- but I know there are welts crisscrossing it now, even though I hit you through fabric." He laughed. "Don't worry dear, be a good girl and maybe you'll get used to it---eventually. Plenty of time for that, especially once we're married, you know." He pinned her again to the wall, this time with his entire body, his lips seconds from hers, his skin far to warm- scalding, even, as if he had a fever---his breath even warmer, prickling her skin. "Please---don't kiss me again." She tried to turn her face aside, but there was nowhere for it to go.
"But I will." He whispered devilishly, and, for the second time, brutally shoved his lips on hers for so long it felt as if she would die of suffocation. As he pulled back, he bit down, hard, and relished the sight of ruby blood beading on her lower lip.
"Until tomorrow, mi amore.' Draco gave a maniacal little laugh, pulled back on his shirt and vest and winked lewdly, blowing her a kiss. "Don't think you'll escape our little liaisons, my dear. Besides, as I said before, I've been given full permission by Father. Have a nice day!" He turned and walked swiftly away.
'I need to learn to control myself, I really do---I just get so---angry. So into the looks of horror and pain that I cannot stop. Perhaps Father shall say something of this. I should really write him back, anyway.
He sat down and began to write.
*** Father ***-
I am following your instructions, though I've noticed---I tend to get a little over-into everything and lose control. It's as if I'm someone else, someone with a lot more reason to be vengeful than mere indulgence in sadistic tendencies. Is this normal, something you felt too? Advice would be much-appreciated.
*** Draco Malfoy ***
He nodded to himself as he sat in the chair by the fire of his Common Room and slowly drifted into sleep.