Never Lose Me
Chapter Twenty-Five: Blood
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'..) ^_^ O_o Whee, I love writing about characters with MPD!! ((Multiple Personality Disorder))^__________^ cold. VERY cold. Lol^_^Evilness of having my computer in the garage.^_^' And no heater since about 2 years ago when my sis electrocuted herself slightly-it was just a shock-so..cold.
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'Tangled webs of blood and fever rip through my mind, I expected your reactions to be alike in kind. De-haloed, wingless angels and disarmingly innocent devils, Within this life, chaos revels. Blood drips from my pale lips, And off of my fingertips. Runs in rivulets down my slim body and pools on the ground, Laughing maniacally at the peace I have found. Then suddenly I am awake and afraid, Worried of the things I have done and said. What is this feeling? The world, the sky and my heart are reeling. As they all sink into the darkest depths of despair, I whisper the smallest, quietest, most unheard prayer.'
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Rhane sat up slowly, yawning and blinking in the light. 'Where am I? This doesn't LOOK like the Gryffindor Common Room---oh!' She had turned and spotted the still-sleeping Draco, for all the world as innocent-looking as an angel. Impulsively, the girl brushed one lock of silvery blond hair from his face, noticing that the bruise was fading from around his eye. The moment her fingers touched the soft, flaming skin, a chill ran through her body, tingling in her senses and causing her to draw back her hand swiftly, as if burned. Emerald eyes wide, the Gryffindor girl watched the still boy's mostly even breaths as he slept, just KNOWING that he would wake at any moment and not understanding why that seemed such a mixed blessing. Rhane didn't want to move, for fear of waking Draco, yet she knew she had to get up and go to class. 'Argh!'
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Snape sat at his desk, though it was still hours until the first class began. He drummed his long, elegant fingers softly on the desktop, trying to remember what he had been trying so very hard to remember.
'Now---what WAS it? I thought of Alin---and her husband, that good-for- nothing imbecile. What else? I thought of their son. What was his name?' He could swear it was something like Cyil, but---he couldn't really remember, though he knew that was what he'd been trying to remember before.
Slamming his fists into the wood of the desktop, disappointed and disgruntled. He cursed himself mentally as he noticed the large splinter in one finger and the drop of blood beading from the point's crash into his skin. He put the offending digit in his mouth, sucking off the blood and biting at the splinter until he felt the texture of the wood, grainy and sharp.
Removing the finger from his mouth, he pulled the splinter from it and sighed, watched another bead of blood form, ever-so-small, on the olive- tinted skin.
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Rhane sighed as she pondered what to do. Smiling softly, gently, for no reason that she cared to think deeply upon, Rhane carefully touched his shoulder. When the only response was a slight shake, as if to rid himself of a pest, the girl sighed. He MUST wake, class would start without them, and their absence would be noted. Again, she poked his shoulder, slightly harder, but still taking great care not to pain him.
Draco's silvery eyes fluttered slightly, the long black lashes exposing glimpses of half-drowsy pools of silver beneath. Yawning slightly, he mumbled, "Mmm---is that you, Rhane? I thought I'd dreamt the whole thing. Silly of me. I should know I didn't-I still feel all the pain, after all. I suppose you want me to get up so that I can go to class, right? But why wait on me? You could have left long ago, and left me to nap on, since you are not trapped under me like before. Why did you stay to wake me?"
Rhane felt a flush spread over her cheeks and ears. She COULD have left him, she knew. But something inside her had forbidden her that course of action, had kept her from simply leaving him snoozing away in the dead-end hallway to miss all of his classes. 'And possibly be attacked by my stalker, who knows where I go, and might have realized Draco comes here to and come to finish him off, and have only been waiting for me to leave him alone.' 'Why should THAT matter?' 'Because-it's MY stalker, and Draco doesn't deserve to die for something he has no control over.' 'NOW you're DEFENDING his actions! I swear-I'll never figure you out, and I AM you!' 'Shut up. This has nothing to do with the way he normally treats me. He deserves more than that, he can't help but behave the way his father does. And yet---he tries to be different than Lucius, I KNOW he does. I can tell.' 'Riiiight. And what else can you tell?' '---that you need to bugger off.'
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Draco smiled bemusedly as he struggled to raise himself up. Though he had managed the previous day, that had been so stiffly, and he was sorely reminded of the pain his father had inflicted when he awoke. It all felt fresh and burned into his skin, searing with a white-hot fire that made every movement a chore, made every movement produce a wince from the pain. Trying to keep it from his expression, Draco gave a slightly bitter smile and managed to pull himself halfway up. To his surprise, Rhane extended on small, slender hand down to assist his upward movement.
"Thank---thank you." The Slytherin managed, slightly stunned, as he took the help offered and rose.
He blinked several times, even more taken aback as she pulled his shirt and school robe from the floor, dusted them off and cast a small dewrinkling spell on the shirt-a minor charm, really-and helped him put them on. His pale face flushed a crimson shade as she buttoned the front of the shirt, and tucked it in with a no-nonsense attitude that contradicted her own firey blush. Leaning back down, Rhane retrieved his vest and pulled it gently over his now-ruby hued face, then pulled on the robe.
"There. Now we can go to class. At least if WE walk in together, no one will REALLY mind." 'Except Snape. But I can explain it all to him, he is my love, he shall believe me.'
Sighing, Rhane helped Draco grab his bag, then grabbed her own and walked briskly to class.
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Draco sat down, wincing slightly, but holding a calm expression nonetheless, noticing the looks and the whispers, but not caring. Taking out his notebook, he decided that the itch to write was far too strong to deny, and so he began.
'I laugh in your face now because you've been seen, You think you can win-and once that might have been. But now you shall perish, as I know I will too, Beaten by the one whom I love true. She shot me down, killed me inside, far more than you ever could, I'm sure you'd have done the same-I know you would. I love her as I hate you, she hates me as I love her, I probably would be better off letting myself smother. If she had not come to save me, I might have let you kill me- And yet she came, and opened my eyes, enabling me to see.
I will never let you defeat me, though you may believe you've one- I may not have much power against you, but I am your only son. Without me, you would have no heir, no one to carry on the name- And so, in truth, I hold the true key, for you dare not make me completely lame. I hate you, I love her, she hates me-I smile. And my blood flows freely all the while. No one seems to notice as I die, Would anyone see fit to cry?'
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Suddenly, Draco was aware of a small shadow standing over him. He looked straight up-into Rhane's wide, emotional green eyes. In a soft, strained voice, she whispered, "I would cry." Then her eyes flew open wider, like saucers, and the blush returned to her cheeks as she held one small hand to her mouth in shock. Turning, she ran straight out the door, bag and all, leaving Draco stunned- the last one in the classroom with a rather irked Professor Snape.
After taking one look at the advancing Severus Snape, Potions Master, and the anger boiling in his dark eyes, Draco grabbed his bag and notebook and ran as fast as his bruised and scraped legs would carry him, worrying about the pain only later, when he stopped, safely in his next classroom.
Author's Note:Sorry for the short chapter, I intended to add another one-I might, still, if the idea takes me. I'll try to add one at least tomorrow.^_^Enjoy!^_^
Chapter Twenty-Five: Blood
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'..) ^_^ O_o Whee, I love writing about characters with MPD!! ((Multiple Personality Disorder))^__________^ cold. VERY cold. Lol^_^Evilness of having my computer in the garage.^_^' And no heater since about 2 years ago when my sis electrocuted herself slightly-it was just a shock-so..cold.
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'Tangled webs of blood and fever rip through my mind, I expected your reactions to be alike in kind. De-haloed, wingless angels and disarmingly innocent devils, Within this life, chaos revels. Blood drips from my pale lips, And off of my fingertips. Runs in rivulets down my slim body and pools on the ground, Laughing maniacally at the peace I have found. Then suddenly I am awake and afraid, Worried of the things I have done and said. What is this feeling? The world, the sky and my heart are reeling. As they all sink into the darkest depths of despair, I whisper the smallest, quietest, most unheard prayer.'
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Rhane sat up slowly, yawning and blinking in the light. 'Where am I? This doesn't LOOK like the Gryffindor Common Room---oh!' She had turned and spotted the still-sleeping Draco, for all the world as innocent-looking as an angel. Impulsively, the girl brushed one lock of silvery blond hair from his face, noticing that the bruise was fading from around his eye. The moment her fingers touched the soft, flaming skin, a chill ran through her body, tingling in her senses and causing her to draw back her hand swiftly, as if burned. Emerald eyes wide, the Gryffindor girl watched the still boy's mostly even breaths as he slept, just KNOWING that he would wake at any moment and not understanding why that seemed such a mixed blessing. Rhane didn't want to move, for fear of waking Draco, yet she knew she had to get up and go to class. 'Argh!'
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Snape sat at his desk, though it was still hours until the first class began. He drummed his long, elegant fingers softly on the desktop, trying to remember what he had been trying so very hard to remember.
'Now---what WAS it? I thought of Alin---and her husband, that good-for- nothing imbecile. What else? I thought of their son. What was his name?' He could swear it was something like Cyil, but---he couldn't really remember, though he knew that was what he'd been trying to remember before.
Slamming his fists into the wood of the desktop, disappointed and disgruntled. He cursed himself mentally as he noticed the large splinter in one finger and the drop of blood beading from the point's crash into his skin. He put the offending digit in his mouth, sucking off the blood and biting at the splinter until he felt the texture of the wood, grainy and sharp.
Removing the finger from his mouth, he pulled the splinter from it and sighed, watched another bead of blood form, ever-so-small, on the olive- tinted skin.
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Rhane sighed as she pondered what to do. Smiling softly, gently, for no reason that she cared to think deeply upon, Rhane carefully touched his shoulder. When the only response was a slight shake, as if to rid himself of a pest, the girl sighed. He MUST wake, class would start without them, and their absence would be noted. Again, she poked his shoulder, slightly harder, but still taking great care not to pain him.
Draco's silvery eyes fluttered slightly, the long black lashes exposing glimpses of half-drowsy pools of silver beneath. Yawning slightly, he mumbled, "Mmm---is that you, Rhane? I thought I'd dreamt the whole thing. Silly of me. I should know I didn't-I still feel all the pain, after all. I suppose you want me to get up so that I can go to class, right? But why wait on me? You could have left long ago, and left me to nap on, since you are not trapped under me like before. Why did you stay to wake me?"
Rhane felt a flush spread over her cheeks and ears. She COULD have left him, she knew. But something inside her had forbidden her that course of action, had kept her from simply leaving him snoozing away in the dead-end hallway to miss all of his classes. 'And possibly be attacked by my stalker, who knows where I go, and might have realized Draco comes here to and come to finish him off, and have only been waiting for me to leave him alone.' 'Why should THAT matter?' 'Because-it's MY stalker, and Draco doesn't deserve to die for something he has no control over.' 'NOW you're DEFENDING his actions! I swear-I'll never figure you out, and I AM you!' 'Shut up. This has nothing to do with the way he normally treats me. He deserves more than that, he can't help but behave the way his father does. And yet---he tries to be different than Lucius, I KNOW he does. I can tell.' 'Riiiight. And what else can you tell?' '---that you need to bugger off.'
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Draco smiled bemusedly as he struggled to raise himself up. Though he had managed the previous day, that had been so stiffly, and he was sorely reminded of the pain his father had inflicted when he awoke. It all felt fresh and burned into his skin, searing with a white-hot fire that made every movement a chore, made every movement produce a wince from the pain. Trying to keep it from his expression, Draco gave a slightly bitter smile and managed to pull himself halfway up. To his surprise, Rhane extended on small, slender hand down to assist his upward movement.
"Thank---thank you." The Slytherin managed, slightly stunned, as he took the help offered and rose.
He blinked several times, even more taken aback as she pulled his shirt and school robe from the floor, dusted them off and cast a small dewrinkling spell on the shirt-a minor charm, really-and helped him put them on. His pale face flushed a crimson shade as she buttoned the front of the shirt, and tucked it in with a no-nonsense attitude that contradicted her own firey blush. Leaning back down, Rhane retrieved his vest and pulled it gently over his now-ruby hued face, then pulled on the robe.
"There. Now we can go to class. At least if WE walk in together, no one will REALLY mind." 'Except Snape. But I can explain it all to him, he is my love, he shall believe me.'
Sighing, Rhane helped Draco grab his bag, then grabbed her own and walked briskly to class.
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Draco sat down, wincing slightly, but holding a calm expression nonetheless, noticing the looks and the whispers, but not caring. Taking out his notebook, he decided that the itch to write was far too strong to deny, and so he began.
'I laugh in your face now because you've been seen, You think you can win-and once that might have been. But now you shall perish, as I know I will too, Beaten by the one whom I love true. She shot me down, killed me inside, far more than you ever could, I'm sure you'd have done the same-I know you would. I love her as I hate you, she hates me as I love her, I probably would be better off letting myself smother. If she had not come to save me, I might have let you kill me- And yet she came, and opened my eyes, enabling me to see.
I will never let you defeat me, though you may believe you've one- I may not have much power against you, but I am your only son. Without me, you would have no heir, no one to carry on the name- And so, in truth, I hold the true key, for you dare not make me completely lame. I hate you, I love her, she hates me-I smile. And my blood flows freely all the while. No one seems to notice as I die, Would anyone see fit to cry?'
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Suddenly, Draco was aware of a small shadow standing over him. He looked straight up-into Rhane's wide, emotional green eyes. In a soft, strained voice, she whispered, "I would cry." Then her eyes flew open wider, like saucers, and the blush returned to her cheeks as she held one small hand to her mouth in shock. Turning, she ran straight out the door, bag and all, leaving Draco stunned- the last one in the classroom with a rather irked Professor Snape.
After taking one look at the advancing Severus Snape, Potions Master, and the anger boiling in his dark eyes, Draco grabbed his bag and notebook and ran as fast as his bruised and scraped legs would carry him, worrying about the pain only later, when he stopped, safely in his next classroom.
Author's Note:Sorry for the short chapter, I intended to add another one-I might, still, if the idea takes me. I'll try to add one at least tomorrow.^_^Enjoy!^_^