Never Lose Me
Chapter Eight:Leather and Lace
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 another trip into Draco's mind and life, shall we? No? Wasn't FUN enough last time??? Sorry, too late, we are anyways.Again.^_^'^_^YES it's disturbing, and YES it'll probably get worse.^_^' The title is MEANT to be IRONIC.^_^_^^_^^_^ Please don't review and tell me I'm sick or anything for that last chapter(or this one)-after all, it would seem quite silly to have Draco be sadistic and all and not try anything like that on Rhane, you know. ^_^
'Whisper of death promise I don't understand why you are so truthless? Why do you think I could EVER love someone like you? Did you think the pain would win me over, too?
I'm afraid you are mistaken. And I'm sure you won't rest until I'm in my coffin. Because none of it, to you, really matters I'm just a plaything upon which you act out your tortures.
I'm sorry I don't want to be that way, And so from you I'll run not not stay. Hope you understand why But you frighten me and make me cry.'
Rhane noticed that Draco wasn't at his normal seat, and that caused her great fear. After all---if he was gone, what was he plotting for her? She shuddered involuntarily. It was a frightening thought.
Draco, meanwhile, was INDEED planning something. After all, his little mind was forever thinking up----plots----of sorts, at least---and it helped inspire him to have someone like Rhane to really FOCUS them on. He smiled as he walked to his room, a little grin that would have seriously worried almost any other student in Hogwarts, barring complete morons, of course. As he entered his room, Draco spotted what he was looking for-that trunk his father had given him. The silver-haired boy hadn't opened it yet, and was fairly sure he knew the contents. Slowly, he crouched down with a password lodged firmly in his mind, and, checking to be sure of the absence of all others, he whispered it softly, smiling as the lock clinked open. Looking in the chest, he saw that, to his delight, he had been correct.
'Of course I was correct. After all, these ARE Father's old school things. What else would they be?'
Rhane sat, completely unaware of anything horrible that might be going through Malfoy's mind. She was watching Professor Snape, and the way he glanced at her, looked down quickly and then repeated the same thing again moments later. It was making her smile slightly.
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As she exited the library, Draco caught her again, roughly, and without a word spoken to her, Rhane felt herself being dragged somewhere that was beginning to look suspiciously like the way to the Slytherin Common Room. Her protests, it seemed, fell on deaf ears, and only resulted in a tightening of the grip and the occasional clench of the nails into her wrist. It began to worry her intensely. 'Wherever is he taking me? This is NOT good----.' She tried to close her eyes and tell herself this must be her imagination---she wasn't being dragged roughly away by a sadistic, obsessive little rich boy, no, of course not! Impossible. Unfortunately, when she opened them again, the situation was the same. As they reached the Portrait to the Slytherin Common Room, Draco shifted his grip and covered her ears as he spoke the password. He all but shoved her through the entryway, looking both ways behind him to be sure no one had noticed.
Rhane took the opportunity to back away, letting one hand search for a weapon, preferably something sharp. Unfortunately, there appeared to be none---not even any fire tongs or pokers by the fireplace! She kept backing away, but knew it was a rather futile movement, as her back would, eventually, hit a wall and then the game was up. No where else to go, then. Rhane felt a sweatdrop form and slowly roll down one cheek, so worried and, frankly, freaked out, by the whole situation. Quietly, she heard herself speak.
"Why have you brought me here? If anyone sees me, you'll be in a great deal of trouble! Not only have you dragged someone unwillingly in your House's Common Room, that someone is a Gryffindor! It wouldn't be allowed! Please---just leave me be." Hearing herself, Rhane knew she sounded foolish---childish, even---and brainless to boot. After all, Draco wouldn't have taken the pains to drag her here, plot all this out so well, if he planned on just letting her go whenever she pleased, so there wasn't any point in trying, was there? He could care less what she wanted or didn't. No point in screaming, either---no one around to hear, right? So she did what she could and spat a sarcastic remark.
"Certainly planned this WELL, didn't you---MALFOY." Her gaze was venomous--- if looks could kill, Draco would have been dead fifty times as well as completely ripped to shreds.
Draco laughed in that strange little way of his, disquieting and insane. "Of course I planned it well. What else? Naturally, you didn't exactly hinder the plan, my dear predictable Rhane. The library, as always, is a wonderful spot to wait for you---you're almost always there!" He smirked and walked forward. Now she was, indeed, up against a wall, and though she looked around she saw nothing that could possibly help her in any way.
"I---." She felt herself freeze, with fear and feelings of impending doom. He gave a little leer and leaned closer to whisper---though it must only be for dramatic purposes, for, had he screamed, no one would have heard what he said, but her.
"Afraid I might ACTUALLY give you a good seeing-to? Both kinds, perhaps, hmm?" He laughed again and tilted her chin to look straight into her face. "Worried that I might take that away from your precious Snape?" He shot an arm forward, completely trapping her against the wall. Leisurely, Draco grabbed the corner of the sleeve of her robe, ((REMEMBER:The robes are over the school-uniform-ish-things..)) and tugged. It tore slightly before he managed to get half off it off, then pulled the other side. Although there was still her vest, skirt and the rest of her uniform clothes, she felt a bit naked without her witches' robe. Draco leered slightly.
'Why am I being SO very aggressive----I mean, I was just enjoying the looks in her eyes at the pain, just relishing the looks of fear, why do I suddenly need to speed this up so?' Draco felt confused, but shrugged it to the side.
Rhane glared hatefully at him and spoke. "If you remove one more thing from me, Draco Malfoy, I swear---I'll----I'll----."
He gave a malicious little laugh and slapped her across the face. "You'll WHAT, DEAR?" Chuckling slightly, he grasped the top of her vest with one hand, and, using the other to hold her wrists together over her head, pulled the sweater roughly off, nearly smothering her when it covered her face. She was truly panicking now, and felt tears coming to her eyes as Draco took off his own robe, vest and then shirt, still holding her wrists with one hand tightly. He pulled himself right up against her, and gave a twisted little smile right before he leaned forward and licked her neck, right at the bite mark, which was still sore, causing her to wince. Then, quickly, he sunk his teeth back in at the same spot, reopening the wounds. Her eyes widened and a cry of pain sprung from her lips. Licking the blood from his lips, his silvery eyes on fire with the flames of who knew how many years, how many lifetimes, he reached for the first button on the white shirt. He managed to unbutton three, and was working on a fourth, when suddenly a hand gripped his shoulder. Draco stopped, and slowly turned, to find a very angry-looking Professor Snape standing there.
Snape glared, more furious than he would ever have believed. "Draco-- -you will NOT finish----whatever it is you may be doing. Release her at once, or you shall face quite a bit of trouble." Draco glared up at the Potions Master, and coolly replied. "Perhaps she wasn't really running or resisting, hmmm, Professor? Perhaps she----ENJOYS this sort of thing." Snape stared in shock at Draco. "Either way, it is not permissible. She will leave. NOW." So saying, he gathered Rhane's lost clothing and, pulling the girl from the wall, thrust them in her arms and escorted her away from the Slytherin Common Room, away from a now violently angry Draco.
"Rot him! WHY DOES HE ALWAYS WIN----AGAIN, he's managed to take her away from this---I SWEAR----I SHALL win, no matter how many tries it takes. Who does he think he is, barging in here---even if it IS his House's Common Room---and taking away the pleasures of life and youth from me, Draco Malfoy! It simply isn't RIGHT." He glared at the door with waves of pure hatred, clutching his head, feeling another breakdown was coming on. Perhaps this time he would think up another plan. He began twitching and laughing in a terrible-sounding way, then finally came back to his situation and realized he was still bare to the waist, sweating and flushed.
Author's Note: HEEHEE!:looks around embarrassed:erm.^_^'^_^'LALA! Enjoyment of doom? Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Funfun writingness at 1 AM!!!!^_____________________^
Chapter Eight:Leather and Lace
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 another trip into Draco's mind and life, shall we? No? Wasn't FUN enough last time??? Sorry, too late, we are anyways.Again.^_^'^_^YES it's disturbing, and YES it'll probably get worse.^_^' The title is MEANT to be IRONIC.^_^_^^_^^_^ Please don't review and tell me I'm sick or anything for that last chapter(or this one)-after all, it would seem quite silly to have Draco be sadistic and all and not try anything like that on Rhane, you know. ^_^
'Whisper of death promise I don't understand why you are so truthless? Why do you think I could EVER love someone like you? Did you think the pain would win me over, too?
I'm afraid you are mistaken. And I'm sure you won't rest until I'm in my coffin. Because none of it, to you, really matters I'm just a plaything upon which you act out your tortures.
I'm sorry I don't want to be that way, And so from you I'll run not not stay. Hope you understand why But you frighten me and make me cry.'
Rhane noticed that Draco wasn't at his normal seat, and that caused her great fear. After all---if he was gone, what was he plotting for her? She shuddered involuntarily. It was a frightening thought.
Draco, meanwhile, was INDEED planning something. After all, his little mind was forever thinking up----plots----of sorts, at least---and it helped inspire him to have someone like Rhane to really FOCUS them on. He smiled as he walked to his room, a little grin that would have seriously worried almost any other student in Hogwarts, barring complete morons, of course. As he entered his room, Draco spotted what he was looking for-that trunk his father had given him. The silver-haired boy hadn't opened it yet, and was fairly sure he knew the contents. Slowly, he crouched down with a password lodged firmly in his mind, and, checking to be sure of the absence of all others, he whispered it softly, smiling as the lock clinked open. Looking in the chest, he saw that, to his delight, he had been correct.
'Of course I was correct. After all, these ARE Father's old school things. What else would they be?'
Rhane sat, completely unaware of anything horrible that might be going through Malfoy's mind. She was watching Professor Snape, and the way he glanced at her, looked down quickly and then repeated the same thing again moments later. It was making her smile slightly.
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As she exited the library, Draco caught her again, roughly, and without a word spoken to her, Rhane felt herself being dragged somewhere that was beginning to look suspiciously like the way to the Slytherin Common Room. Her protests, it seemed, fell on deaf ears, and only resulted in a tightening of the grip and the occasional clench of the nails into her wrist. It began to worry her intensely. 'Wherever is he taking me? This is NOT good----.' She tried to close her eyes and tell herself this must be her imagination---she wasn't being dragged roughly away by a sadistic, obsessive little rich boy, no, of course not! Impossible. Unfortunately, when she opened them again, the situation was the same. As they reached the Portrait to the Slytherin Common Room, Draco shifted his grip and covered her ears as he spoke the password. He all but shoved her through the entryway, looking both ways behind him to be sure no one had noticed.
Rhane took the opportunity to back away, letting one hand search for a weapon, preferably something sharp. Unfortunately, there appeared to be none---not even any fire tongs or pokers by the fireplace! She kept backing away, but knew it was a rather futile movement, as her back would, eventually, hit a wall and then the game was up. No where else to go, then. Rhane felt a sweatdrop form and slowly roll down one cheek, so worried and, frankly, freaked out, by the whole situation. Quietly, she heard herself speak.
"Why have you brought me here? If anyone sees me, you'll be in a great deal of trouble! Not only have you dragged someone unwillingly in your House's Common Room, that someone is a Gryffindor! It wouldn't be allowed! Please---just leave me be." Hearing herself, Rhane knew she sounded foolish---childish, even---and brainless to boot. After all, Draco wouldn't have taken the pains to drag her here, plot all this out so well, if he planned on just letting her go whenever she pleased, so there wasn't any point in trying, was there? He could care less what she wanted or didn't. No point in screaming, either---no one around to hear, right? So she did what she could and spat a sarcastic remark.
"Certainly planned this WELL, didn't you---MALFOY." Her gaze was venomous--- if looks could kill, Draco would have been dead fifty times as well as completely ripped to shreds.
Draco laughed in that strange little way of his, disquieting and insane. "Of course I planned it well. What else? Naturally, you didn't exactly hinder the plan, my dear predictable Rhane. The library, as always, is a wonderful spot to wait for you---you're almost always there!" He smirked and walked forward. Now she was, indeed, up against a wall, and though she looked around she saw nothing that could possibly help her in any way.
"I---." She felt herself freeze, with fear and feelings of impending doom. He gave a little leer and leaned closer to whisper---though it must only be for dramatic purposes, for, had he screamed, no one would have heard what he said, but her.
"Afraid I might ACTUALLY give you a good seeing-to? Both kinds, perhaps, hmm?" He laughed again and tilted her chin to look straight into her face. "Worried that I might take that away from your precious Snape?" He shot an arm forward, completely trapping her against the wall. Leisurely, Draco grabbed the corner of the sleeve of her robe, ((REMEMBER:The robes are over the school-uniform-ish-things..)) and tugged. It tore slightly before he managed to get half off it off, then pulled the other side. Although there was still her vest, skirt and the rest of her uniform clothes, she felt a bit naked without her witches' robe. Draco leered slightly.
'Why am I being SO very aggressive----I mean, I was just enjoying the looks in her eyes at the pain, just relishing the looks of fear, why do I suddenly need to speed this up so?' Draco felt confused, but shrugged it to the side.
Rhane glared hatefully at him and spoke. "If you remove one more thing from me, Draco Malfoy, I swear---I'll----I'll----."
He gave a malicious little laugh and slapped her across the face. "You'll WHAT, DEAR?" Chuckling slightly, he grasped the top of her vest with one hand, and, using the other to hold her wrists together over her head, pulled the sweater roughly off, nearly smothering her when it covered her face. She was truly panicking now, and felt tears coming to her eyes as Draco took off his own robe, vest and then shirt, still holding her wrists with one hand tightly. He pulled himself right up against her, and gave a twisted little smile right before he leaned forward and licked her neck, right at the bite mark, which was still sore, causing her to wince. Then, quickly, he sunk his teeth back in at the same spot, reopening the wounds. Her eyes widened and a cry of pain sprung from her lips. Licking the blood from his lips, his silvery eyes on fire with the flames of who knew how many years, how many lifetimes, he reached for the first button on the white shirt. He managed to unbutton three, and was working on a fourth, when suddenly a hand gripped his shoulder. Draco stopped, and slowly turned, to find a very angry-looking Professor Snape standing there.
Snape glared, more furious than he would ever have believed. "Draco-- -you will NOT finish----whatever it is you may be doing. Release her at once, or you shall face quite a bit of trouble." Draco glared up at the Potions Master, and coolly replied. "Perhaps she wasn't really running or resisting, hmmm, Professor? Perhaps she----ENJOYS this sort of thing." Snape stared in shock at Draco. "Either way, it is not permissible. She will leave. NOW." So saying, he gathered Rhane's lost clothing and, pulling the girl from the wall, thrust them in her arms and escorted her away from the Slytherin Common Room, away from a now violently angry Draco.
"Rot him! WHY DOES HE ALWAYS WIN----AGAIN, he's managed to take her away from this---I SWEAR----I SHALL win, no matter how many tries it takes. Who does he think he is, barging in here---even if it IS his House's Common Room---and taking away the pleasures of life and youth from me, Draco Malfoy! It simply isn't RIGHT." He glared at the door with waves of pure hatred, clutching his head, feeling another breakdown was coming on. Perhaps this time he would think up another plan. He began twitching and laughing in a terrible-sounding way, then finally came back to his situation and realized he was still bare to the waist, sweating and flushed.
Author's Note: HEEHEE!:looks around embarrassed:erm.^_^'^_^'LALA! Enjoyment of doom? Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Funfun writingness at 1 AM!!!!^_____________________^