Never Lose Me
Chapter Nineteen: Confessions
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') The story's a bit twisted, to warn you-and kinda long. Or at least, it will be. I hope. 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. ^_^ Papa Roach is very inspiring, especially the new cd..^_____^ Oh, yes, and in this fic, Draco isn't exactly EVIL, per say.just very, very disturbed, twisted, obsessed and sadistic. ^_^. ^_^'^_^YES it's disturbing, and YES it'll probably get worse.^_^' Please don't review and tell me I'm sick or anything for any of these chapters- after all, it would seem quite silly to have Draco be sadistic and all and not try anything like that on Rhane, you know. Besides, if you've gotten this far, you must not really mind disturbingness. ^_^ Oh, and all poems in these stories, I wrote. (My Creative Writing teacher tells me my poetry is 'gothic'..) ^_^ ALSO----IT IS ACTUALLY DECEMBER IN THESE LAST FEW CHAPTERS. O_o Whee, I love writing about characters with MPD!! ((Multiple Personality Disorder))^__________^K, here goes, first, some thanks.^_^
THANK YOU :
The-m-chick: Thanks for your support, you're a great friend and an excellent author!^_____^ Keep up the good work!^_^
Lady Juleya: Thanks for being one of my first reviewers!^_^
Aelis: You, too!^__________^
Marvin: thanks!!!^_______^
Clara: THANK YOU!!^_^
Helena Darjeeling: THANKS!^__^
HEN: Encouragement much appreciated!^___^
Sabby: Yay! Glad you liked it!^______^ Hope you're still reading!^_^
Little One: Reinforcement is GREAT!^_______^ Thanks soooo much!^_______^
Sarah: YAY!^________^Thanks for reviewing, you know you're one of my best friends. One of the few who'll put up with my weird freakishness and my disturbing, over-emotional ways. Few do that, you know^_^' Can't IMAGINE why.^_^lol
Amiella Rogue:THANKS! ^____^Still reading the story?
RoseFyre: YAY! Thanks so much!! And you seem to keep coming back!^________^:is happy: Glad people like my twisted story-ness of doooom!^_^_^' YAY!^____^
Piper: Thanks!^_^Please keep reading!!!^_^
Aelf: THANKS!^________^:happiness of doom: It's great to get reviews from such cool people as this story seems to be attracting..^_^
LCM: Thanks for reviewing, and for allowing me to explain that aspect of the story. ^_^ Do read on, please?^_^
LadyLaura020: You're a great writer! I really like your poetry, keep up the good work,k?^_^ Yay!^_^ Read her poetry, other peoples!^_________^
hoodedfigure22134: Thanks for your ideas! Glad you enjoy my story, I'll try and update the other Harry Potter one eventually...Have to be in a sappier mood for that one.sure, it's going to have its dark moments, but THIS is my truly dark, disturbing work so far.^_^ .by the way, if anyone expects this new person to be a saint and rescue Rhane from the darkness, they'll be sorely mistaken. ^_~ ((that's a wink)) That would be FAR too easy. And not so fun.^_^ Anyways, have fun reading, please!^_^ lol^_^
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"Confessions made in the depths of night, Listen not to everything I say of my plight, It might make you run in fright. I cannot bear to see you vanishing from sight.
Fear brings these dark confessions to mind, My heart and soul is in a bind. What if this mystery's source you do find? I think something is making you blind.
Understand, I can wait forever, until the end of time. I suppose you think that my loving you is humanity's repeated crime. But my soul abhors the daytime, I think that if you loved me, life would be sublime.
Angel, I'm drowning in despair, Please, give me a sign that you might someday care, I know you don't like the way I hungrily stare, Or the way I do things to you others wouldn't dare.
But I can't help these things I do, I only want to be with you. Believe me, everything I say is true, Although I can't help my cruelty, I always say I love you,too."
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A tall, slim silhouette stood beneath dark shadows. One slim, long- fingered hand flashed into the greyness that passed for light in the hallway and the figure let a long-stemmed, black rose fall to the floor and turned, disappearing, just as Rhane came down the hallway. She stared at the flower upon the ground, turned and looked both ways, then picked up the rose carefully.
"Is it from that---person---who sent me the letter? It's certainly BLACK. Though it isn't an envelope or a letter." Rhane sighed and twined the flower in her hair, where Draco's had been the previous day, thinking little of the consequences.
Draco's eyes were upon Rhane as she entered the classroom, the silvery eyes widening, then narrowing as he saw the black rose-the color of ebony-in her brownish auburn hair. He seethed as he went through the class, even the day, waiting until the last meal of the day had been consumed to exact his questionings, his revenge.
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As Rhane came up to the portrait of the Fat Lady in front of the Gryffindor Common Room, a hand shot out and caught her by the arm.
"Wh-Draco, please! I am tired, let me go to sleep!" The girl cried softly aloud, knowing the moment she begged that her pleas fell on deaf, jealous ears. 'But why? I have not seen Snape alone today, I do not---oh! The rose! Oh, no---.' She felt herself being dragged, and noticed immediately where they were going---outside.
"We shall be caught, Draco, you know what the security is like around here! Filch---or Mrs. Norris---shall find us and that will be that-detention! Or worse."
She received no answer, and so shut up instead, not wishing to bring that undesirable attention upon them. Soon, she knew exactly where they were going-the gardens. When they arrived, He shoved her forward through a maze of hedges, arbors and little gateways, until he reached a semi-enclosed little place that reminded Rhane of a hideaway of some sort. She rubbed her arm and wrist the second he released her, and stared with blatant fear on her face, in her eyes.
"What is it?" The Gryffindor whispered, voice trembling.
"What is it? What IS it?! As if you can play the innocent with ME!" Draco's speech, though quiet, was seething, a waver in it that spoke of emotion and pain. He grasped the black rose and all but ripped it from her hair, a thorn scratching her cheek as it was whisked past her face, leaving a light cut that bled slowly.
"Why do you have this? I never gave you such. Was it Snape? Did HE give you this rose, this inky flower?" He stared at her with wild, angry eyes, eyes full of sorrow and like liquid quicksilver in the moon's soft light.
"No. It was not Snape---I---I don't know who left it for me." At his disbelieving look, her voice became harder. "HONEST. It's some secret admirer---stalker, whatever you call it. I could care less, I just thought it was a pretty flower and shouldn't be wasted, but had nowhere to put it but in my hair! I swear it is so." 'Why do I care what Draco thinks? Why NOT say the flower was from Snape? I would say fear, but it is not that feeling---not wholly. Oh, I do not know where my mind has left to, but it is definitely on some sort of extended holiday, I am certain!'
The silver-blonde boy looked at her, and rage seemed to be rising in his body, which was already hot and flushed from the fever. He wrapped his slim but surprisingly strong arms around her waist and drew her so close that she could feel his heartbeat all over, in her very bones. His breath sent shivers down her spine, gave her goosebumps everywhere, made her cheeks and ears flush crimson. 'Whatever is the matter with me, anyways? He's only intending to bite me or otherwise hurt me, so why does it seem to thrill me so, as if I was enjoying it? It is completely impossible. I love Snape, and only Snape.'
"You swear upon everything that exists that you are being completely honest?" His voice sang into her ear, silky smooth, soft as velvet, slippery as satin.
She swallowed and whispered in reply. "Of course I am. I could not have lied in such a bold, blatant way had I WISHED to. And there was no need to lie." Rhane forced her voice to sound calm, cool, collected, completely in control, though she knew this couldn't be farther from the truth.
Draco tilted her chin and looked straight into her eyes, feeling yet again that he was completely and utterly lost without her, knowing that he could not help but hurt her, that she could never love him, no matter what. He felt his soul dissolving, vanishing within those green depths, but realized he was incapable of pulling away.
Rhane stared up into Draco's silvery eyes, shining and mysterious, veiled as they were. Behind those tortured eyes, she knew, lay a soul that held some dark secret. Curiousity won her over and the brunette wondered what it was, wanted to know so terribly badly that she felt she might die if the secret was kept from her.
Before she could open her mouth to speak, Draco's lips were blocking her from doing so, first biting her lip, then melting into a softer, gentler kiss, though a definitely passionate sort of kiss. Rhane fought the urge to return the embrace, knowing that she should not get caught up in such a silly moment. After all, she loved Snape, Draco was merely a torment who abused her and claimed to love her---no better than the stalker who was leaving letters and roses for her. Yet---something whispered otherwise, but she locked it in a tower in her mind and threw the key into the ocean beneath.
Draco finally pulled away, grasping one wrist in a bruising grip and raising her hand to his lips in that aristocratic manner. He kissed her hand and nibbled it a bit, biting softly where he had bitten the previous day, causing a shiver of pain to run through her body.
"Come along, we should head back---before someone finds us." Without waiting for a response, the Slytherin took her other wrist in that vice- like grip and began to haul her back to the inside of the school.
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When they reached the Gryffindor Common Room, Draco released her now red and in pain wrist from his grasp and gave her an ironic-looking smile. "I love you, Rhane. Please remember this before you make me jealous again. Twice will not be forgiven, and three times will tear me to pieces inside." He turned and walked away, coughing slightly as he went.
Rhane stared after him, and the Fat Lady clucked at her.
"Out this late? With a ruffian Slytherin like him? He doesn't seem to treat you well either, foolish girl. Besides, everyone knows Draco Malfoy is Bad News, with capital B and N. Whatever WERE you thinking?" The prim voice of the portrait assailed her ears. "Nothing. I don't love him, I love someone else, but he thinks he can win me over." She mumbled distractedly, then spoke the password and was allowed entrance. The last thing she heard from the Fat Lady was a tutting sound.
Sighing, she walked up to her room-to find a black owl upon her bed, window open and swinging in the wind. At first shocked, she grabbed some owl treats and gave the big midnight brute some, then opened the window, at which point he flew away instantly without looking back.
Rhane looked at what he had left. It was a small parcel all wrapped in black, again with white writing. Slowly, she opened it and her eyes widened slightly at what was inside.
A beautiful sketchbook, heaven only knew how many pages, small, but not too small, black leather covering and smooth, crisp white drawing paper contained within. It was absolutely amazing---but how did this mystery person know what she loved most? Suddenly, she noticed a letter. Rhane opened it(black with white writing still) and read the contents with speed.
***Dearest Rhane, Please accept my gifts. I know you love to draw, I have seen you sketching about all the time, doodling on school papers. I told you I knew you--- I've watched you forever, I probably know you better than you know yourself. Enjoy the gift---please realize who I am and share your work with me.
Sincerely, The mystery-man who loves you more than life itself ***
Rhane simply stared, then shook herself to clear her head. She was TIRED, and wanted nothing more than sleep right now. It had been a long evening, far too long for her taste. Moving aside the papers and sketchbook, she struggled out of her clothes and managed to throw on her nightgown before crawling into bed and falling asleep the moment her head hit the soft feather pillow.
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A soft shadow departed the area right beneath a certain Gryffindor girl's window, ink-black owl on his arm, silent as Death. A slight smirk was on the being's soft, full, pale lips, the moonlight shining off skin that seemed the color of bone, the palest ivory in existence save for the cold colors of death. The figure disappeared into the school again, having completed its task and feeling quite satisfied indeed.
Author's Note: Enjoy? Yes, there will be more stalkerness before he is revealed.^_^ whee!^_^
Chapter Nineteen: Confessions
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') The story's a bit twisted, to warn you-and kinda long. Or at least, it will be. I hope. 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. ^_^ Papa Roach is very inspiring, especially the new cd..^_____^ Oh, yes, and in this fic, Draco isn't exactly EVIL, per say.just very, very disturbed, twisted, obsessed and sadistic. ^_^. ^_^'^_^YES it's disturbing, and YES it'll probably get worse.^_^' Please don't review and tell me I'm sick or anything for any of these chapters- after all, it would seem quite silly to have Draco be sadistic and all and not try anything like that on Rhane, you know. Besides, if you've gotten this far, you must not really mind disturbingness. ^_^ Oh, and all poems in these stories, I wrote. (My Creative Writing teacher tells me my poetry is 'gothic'..) ^_^ ALSO----IT IS ACTUALLY DECEMBER IN THESE LAST FEW CHAPTERS. O_o Whee, I love writing about characters with MPD!! ((Multiple Personality Disorder))^__________^K, here goes, first, some thanks.^_^
THANK YOU :
The-m-chick: Thanks for your support, you're a great friend and an excellent author!^_____^ Keep up the good work!^_^
Lady Juleya: Thanks for being one of my first reviewers!^_^
Aelis: You, too!^__________^
Marvin: thanks!!!^_______^
Clara: THANK YOU!!^_^
Helena Darjeeling: THANKS!^__^
HEN: Encouragement much appreciated!^___^
Sabby: Yay! Glad you liked it!^______^ Hope you're still reading!^_^
Little One: Reinforcement is GREAT!^_______^ Thanks soooo much!^_______^
Sarah: YAY!^________^Thanks for reviewing, you know you're one of my best friends. One of the few who'll put up with my weird freakishness and my disturbing, over-emotional ways. Few do that, you know^_^' Can't IMAGINE why.^_^lol
Amiella Rogue:THANKS! ^____^Still reading the story?
RoseFyre: YAY! Thanks so much!! And you seem to keep coming back!^________^:is happy: Glad people like my twisted story-ness of doooom!^_^_^' YAY!^____^
Piper: Thanks!^_^Please keep reading!!!^_^
Aelf: THANKS!^________^:happiness of doom: It's great to get reviews from such cool people as this story seems to be attracting..^_^
LCM: Thanks for reviewing, and for allowing me to explain that aspect of the story. ^_^ Do read on, please?^_^
LadyLaura020: You're a great writer! I really like your poetry, keep up the good work,k?^_^ Yay!^_^ Read her poetry, other peoples!^_________^
hoodedfigure22134: Thanks for your ideas! Glad you enjoy my story, I'll try and update the other Harry Potter one eventually...Have to be in a sappier mood for that one.sure, it's going to have its dark moments, but THIS is my truly dark, disturbing work so far.^_^ .by the way, if anyone expects this new person to be a saint and rescue Rhane from the darkness, they'll be sorely mistaken. ^_~ ((that's a wink)) That would be FAR too easy. And not so fun.^_^ Anyways, have fun reading, please!^_^ lol^_^
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"Confessions made in the depths of night, Listen not to everything I say of my plight, It might make you run in fright. I cannot bear to see you vanishing from sight.
Fear brings these dark confessions to mind, My heart and soul is in a bind. What if this mystery's source you do find? I think something is making you blind.
Understand, I can wait forever, until the end of time. I suppose you think that my loving you is humanity's repeated crime. But my soul abhors the daytime, I think that if you loved me, life would be sublime.
Angel, I'm drowning in despair, Please, give me a sign that you might someday care, I know you don't like the way I hungrily stare, Or the way I do things to you others wouldn't dare.
But I can't help these things I do, I only want to be with you. Believe me, everything I say is true, Although I can't help my cruelty, I always say I love you,too."
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A tall, slim silhouette stood beneath dark shadows. One slim, long- fingered hand flashed into the greyness that passed for light in the hallway and the figure let a long-stemmed, black rose fall to the floor and turned, disappearing, just as Rhane came down the hallway. She stared at the flower upon the ground, turned and looked both ways, then picked up the rose carefully.
"Is it from that---person---who sent me the letter? It's certainly BLACK. Though it isn't an envelope or a letter." Rhane sighed and twined the flower in her hair, where Draco's had been the previous day, thinking little of the consequences.
Draco's eyes were upon Rhane as she entered the classroom, the silvery eyes widening, then narrowing as he saw the black rose-the color of ebony-in her brownish auburn hair. He seethed as he went through the class, even the day, waiting until the last meal of the day had been consumed to exact his questionings, his revenge.
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As Rhane came up to the portrait of the Fat Lady in front of the Gryffindor Common Room, a hand shot out and caught her by the arm.
"Wh-Draco, please! I am tired, let me go to sleep!" The girl cried softly aloud, knowing the moment she begged that her pleas fell on deaf, jealous ears. 'But why? I have not seen Snape alone today, I do not---oh! The rose! Oh, no---.' She felt herself being dragged, and noticed immediately where they were going---outside.
"We shall be caught, Draco, you know what the security is like around here! Filch---or Mrs. Norris---shall find us and that will be that-detention! Or worse."
She received no answer, and so shut up instead, not wishing to bring that undesirable attention upon them. Soon, she knew exactly where they were going-the gardens. When they arrived, He shoved her forward through a maze of hedges, arbors and little gateways, until he reached a semi-enclosed little place that reminded Rhane of a hideaway of some sort. She rubbed her arm and wrist the second he released her, and stared with blatant fear on her face, in her eyes.
"What is it?" The Gryffindor whispered, voice trembling.
"What is it? What IS it?! As if you can play the innocent with ME!" Draco's speech, though quiet, was seething, a waver in it that spoke of emotion and pain. He grasped the black rose and all but ripped it from her hair, a thorn scratching her cheek as it was whisked past her face, leaving a light cut that bled slowly.
"Why do you have this? I never gave you such. Was it Snape? Did HE give you this rose, this inky flower?" He stared at her with wild, angry eyes, eyes full of sorrow and like liquid quicksilver in the moon's soft light.
"No. It was not Snape---I---I don't know who left it for me." At his disbelieving look, her voice became harder. "HONEST. It's some secret admirer---stalker, whatever you call it. I could care less, I just thought it was a pretty flower and shouldn't be wasted, but had nowhere to put it but in my hair! I swear it is so." 'Why do I care what Draco thinks? Why NOT say the flower was from Snape? I would say fear, but it is not that feeling---not wholly. Oh, I do not know where my mind has left to, but it is definitely on some sort of extended holiday, I am certain!'
The silver-blonde boy looked at her, and rage seemed to be rising in his body, which was already hot and flushed from the fever. He wrapped his slim but surprisingly strong arms around her waist and drew her so close that she could feel his heartbeat all over, in her very bones. His breath sent shivers down her spine, gave her goosebumps everywhere, made her cheeks and ears flush crimson. 'Whatever is the matter with me, anyways? He's only intending to bite me or otherwise hurt me, so why does it seem to thrill me so, as if I was enjoying it? It is completely impossible. I love Snape, and only Snape.'
"You swear upon everything that exists that you are being completely honest?" His voice sang into her ear, silky smooth, soft as velvet, slippery as satin.
She swallowed and whispered in reply. "Of course I am. I could not have lied in such a bold, blatant way had I WISHED to. And there was no need to lie." Rhane forced her voice to sound calm, cool, collected, completely in control, though she knew this couldn't be farther from the truth.
Draco tilted her chin and looked straight into her eyes, feeling yet again that he was completely and utterly lost without her, knowing that he could not help but hurt her, that she could never love him, no matter what. He felt his soul dissolving, vanishing within those green depths, but realized he was incapable of pulling away.
Rhane stared up into Draco's silvery eyes, shining and mysterious, veiled as they were. Behind those tortured eyes, she knew, lay a soul that held some dark secret. Curiousity won her over and the brunette wondered what it was, wanted to know so terribly badly that she felt she might die if the secret was kept from her.
Before she could open her mouth to speak, Draco's lips were blocking her from doing so, first biting her lip, then melting into a softer, gentler kiss, though a definitely passionate sort of kiss. Rhane fought the urge to return the embrace, knowing that she should not get caught up in such a silly moment. After all, she loved Snape, Draco was merely a torment who abused her and claimed to love her---no better than the stalker who was leaving letters and roses for her. Yet---something whispered otherwise, but she locked it in a tower in her mind and threw the key into the ocean beneath.
Draco finally pulled away, grasping one wrist in a bruising grip and raising her hand to his lips in that aristocratic manner. He kissed her hand and nibbled it a bit, biting softly where he had bitten the previous day, causing a shiver of pain to run through her body.
"Come along, we should head back---before someone finds us." Without waiting for a response, the Slytherin took her other wrist in that vice- like grip and began to haul her back to the inside of the school.
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When they reached the Gryffindor Common Room, Draco released her now red and in pain wrist from his grasp and gave her an ironic-looking smile. "I love you, Rhane. Please remember this before you make me jealous again. Twice will not be forgiven, and three times will tear me to pieces inside." He turned and walked away, coughing slightly as he went.
Rhane stared after him, and the Fat Lady clucked at her.
"Out this late? With a ruffian Slytherin like him? He doesn't seem to treat you well either, foolish girl. Besides, everyone knows Draco Malfoy is Bad News, with capital B and N. Whatever WERE you thinking?" The prim voice of the portrait assailed her ears. "Nothing. I don't love him, I love someone else, but he thinks he can win me over." She mumbled distractedly, then spoke the password and was allowed entrance. The last thing she heard from the Fat Lady was a tutting sound.
Sighing, she walked up to her room-to find a black owl upon her bed, window open and swinging in the wind. At first shocked, she grabbed some owl treats and gave the big midnight brute some, then opened the window, at which point he flew away instantly without looking back.
Rhane looked at what he had left. It was a small parcel all wrapped in black, again with white writing. Slowly, she opened it and her eyes widened slightly at what was inside.
A beautiful sketchbook, heaven only knew how many pages, small, but not too small, black leather covering and smooth, crisp white drawing paper contained within. It was absolutely amazing---but how did this mystery person know what she loved most? Suddenly, she noticed a letter. Rhane opened it(black with white writing still) and read the contents with speed.
***Dearest Rhane, Please accept my gifts. I know you love to draw, I have seen you sketching about all the time, doodling on school papers. I told you I knew you--- I've watched you forever, I probably know you better than you know yourself. Enjoy the gift---please realize who I am and share your work with me.
Sincerely, The mystery-man who loves you more than life itself ***
Rhane simply stared, then shook herself to clear her head. She was TIRED, and wanted nothing more than sleep right now. It had been a long evening, far too long for her taste. Moving aside the papers and sketchbook, she struggled out of her clothes and managed to throw on her nightgown before crawling into bed and falling asleep the moment her head hit the soft feather pillow.
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A soft shadow departed the area right beneath a certain Gryffindor girl's window, ink-black owl on his arm, silent as Death. A slight smirk was on the being's soft, full, pale lips, the moonlight shining off skin that seemed the color of bone, the palest ivory in existence save for the cold colors of death. The figure disappeared into the school again, having completed its task and feeling quite satisfied indeed.
Author's Note: Enjoy? Yes, there will be more stalkerness before he is revealed.^_^ whee!^_^