Chapter Nine
Harry tried to blow his wild hair out from blocking his green eyes, but it only swayed for a few seconds. He would have gladly used his hands if they weren't tied to the lofty chair like some animal's waiting to be slaughtered.
In fact, his wrists were tied so tightly to the armrests, that they were dripping slow blobs of crimson blood. And although he was sure that ropes were binding his legs, they seemed to have been bound by a powerful binding spell, one of which he could not break.
And even though his vision was far from 20\20 (more like 4\4), he could still make out Blaise's limp body in the other corner from him.
The incredibly dim light that was glowing in the small tomb was almost precisely centered upon Blaise. Harry could smell the blood drifting from his body. There was so much of it that it had traveled across the room and had soaked the bottom of Harry's black cloak.
But he wasn't like that when Harry had first awoken. In fact, he was quite the little talker after they removed the tape from his mouth. He informed Harry on everything that had happened. How he was also ambushed in the middle of the night a few nights ago and then dragged from Hogwarts to this small, empty, lifeless room. How he wasn't bound completely at first, only enough to keep him away from the rats, the only food that he had left, scurrying across the stone floor.
And then he told Harry about the plan. About Ginny. About how they had carried out the attempted rape. But it wasn't supposed to be rape. He told Harry that they were never planning that. They wanted her dead. They wanted Ginny dead.
Harry tried as hard as he could for a couple of hours to tell him who 'they' were, but Blaise would only respond in small screams. Of course, Harry would never blame Blaise. He was obviously tortured.
There were marks on Blaise's back, disgusting marks, deeper than two inches wide, of where they had stuck the knives into him. He would always cry when he would hit his back, telling Harry over and over again about the acid that they would pour into his wounds and his mouth.
After only a few more moments, someone came in. Someone tipped Harry's chair over, only allowing him to see a small glimpse of Blaise.
Blaise just kept screaming over and over again, even when the culprit pulled the knife across Blaise's neck, letting the blood flow down his shirt and pants. Laughing as he asked Blaise if he enjoyed his new hunting knife. How he couldn't kill with a wand. He couldn't kill with a wand..
Harry was knocked unconscious after that, but he could still hear Blaise's high-pitched screams, as if they were etched into his brain.
"Oh, dear God," he would cry, "Just finish me off.just let me die.just let me die.please.just.let.me.die.."
After a few more hours Harry awoke, and that was only a few seconds ago. When he was trying earnestly to get his blood stained bangs out of his face. The only thing that was left to see now was the small watch glowing from his cloak's pocket.
"What time is it?" He whispered, trying not to bring attention to the fact that he was awake.
"11:55." A small voice chimed, also taking the caution of whispering.
Damn, he thought, feeling the pain in his wrists go numb. Ginny will be waiting for me soon.
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Ginny looked at her small watch again, noticing the time. She had only been at the Owl Post for a few minutes, but she felt that it was taking Harry too long to show up. When he usually asked to meet her somewhere, which was only for very rare occasions, he always showed up fifteen minutes early. But it was already 11:57, and he was nowhere to be found.
But just as she was about to leave, she saw him standing in the doorway. Although she had never taken the time to notice him after a few years, she finally realized just how handsome he was becoming. He had grown a lot taller and his body was built better than when she first had a crush on him.
His eyes still shone so beautifully from his face, which still gave him an advantage over all of the girls at Hogwarts. Yes, the still swooned over Harry Potter.
But something was different about the way he looked today. He seemed over-confident, which wasn't at all like him. His hair wasn't messy, but almost intentionally straight, and his grin was sort of sexy and demanding, instead of calm and lazy.
Something was wrong.
Ginny, you're over-reacting, she thought to herself. You just haven't seen him in a while.
She then gave Harry her brightest smile, and walked towards him. "Hello, Harry." She said, playfully punching him. "What is it that you wanted to see me about?"
Her stomach gave another lurch as he smiled again, showing off his handsome features. "I just thought that you would like to go to Diagon Alley with me today, is all. I just have some things to take care of there, and I need you with me."
"Harry, how dare you even ask me to go there! With everything that's happened, I can't believe you would approach me with such a discussion! Don't you even remember what happened the last time that I was there?" Ginny spat, as she pulled away from Harry, unsure of what he had been drinking.
But instead of putting on his worried face he kept his smile while putting his hands on her waist, and pulling her close to his warm body. "Ginny, how are you ever going to get over that if you don't go again? You can't live in fear of Diagon Alley; it's just mental. Besides, I want to talk to you. Come with me. Please?" The last word he whispered into her ear, pleadingly, sexily. She had never seen this side of Harry before. And after everything that had happened with Draco, she wasn't sure if she wanted to see that side of him or not.
Draco, she thought. His name slid through her mind like a disgusting slug. She needed a bodyguard to protect her from him. Before he tried to rape her again. And, strangely, Harry was right. How would she ever get over her fear if she didn't face it?
"Fine," she said, placing her hands approvingly on his shoulders. "Let's go, Harry. You'll be my protection. Oh, and by the way, when did you decide to where your glasses again?" Ginny asked, noticing his frames.
"Oh, these?" He laughed, fixing them back onto his nose. "Well, actually I'm only going to be wearing them for an hour or so. I'll only need them for about that long." He smiled at her again, placing a hand around her waist, as he began to walk by her side. "Now, let's go, love."
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Draco watched Hermione quietly from a small table in the library. He had never really been in one before until about the last time he saw Ginny. And he needed to talk to her so bad.
So bad, that he was willing to have a conversation with Hermione.
He casually waited until Hermione had entered the library, staring at her intently, smiling as she sat down at one of the tables. That was all he needed. With a small, but swift move, he made has way toward her, his gait almost synonymous to that of a starving tiger's.
Then, without her even noticing, he sat down across from her, looking at her with big, puppy dog eyes. And when Hermione finally awoke from her trance into the darkest reaches of her spellbinding book, she was afraid to even think.
Sitting in front of her was Draco Malfoy. That made her cringe. But his face was impossibly adorable. His big eyes stared deep into her soul, whispering to her heart words of sympathy.
His hair wasn't slicked back, but casually down, his bangs tossed in front of his eyes. And his clothes weren't in uniform, but actually normal looking as well. No tie, no cloak. Just a plain shirt and pants.
If you put yourself in Hermione's situation, I'm sure you would do the exact thing that she was about to do.
First she was completely still, hoping that if she was motionless and quiet, the creature in front of her couldn't see her.
But when he moved towards her, she let out a little squeak, and threw the book directly at Draco's head, while curling up into the chair, and closing her eyes tightly. "I don't know who you are, but please, I don't have any money!"
Draco sat still for a moment, as a large bump began to form on his head. "Grang-.Hermione. Where is Ginny? It's Draco, you big git." He said, hoping that his words sounded polite. It was the nicest few sentences he had ever said to Hermione, after all.
"Ooh. I thought you were at first, but something's wrong with you. Why are you all.normal looking?" She asked, cautiously playing with a strand of his bright hair.
He quickly pulled her fingers away from his hair, absurdly panicking as he tried to fix it. "That is indeed none of your business. Now, where's Ginny?"
Hermione stared at him suspiciously. "Why?"
Draco felt himself losing control over his urges to yell at her. He forced a smile from his mouth, which also seemed to be losing control, quivering at the edges. "Because I need to speak to her." He said slowly through his teeth.
"Draco Malfoy, I'm sorry, but I don't give out that type of information about my friends, especially to pratty lunatics. Now, if you'll please excuse me." She said forcefully, lifting herself out of the small chair superciliously.
But Draco finally lost all of his self-control, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back down into the seat. "Where is she?" He growled, pressing his nails deep into her skin.
"Ow! Shit, Malfoy! Let me go before I knock the ever-loving sense out of you!" She howled, kicking him in the groin while grabbing for her wand.
As Draco blocked her leg, he grabbed her only free arm, and tugged her forward, placing him close to her ear. "It's just a simple question, Granger." He whispered testily. "Answer it, or lose your wand arm." He laughed as he put more pressure against her arm.
She pulled back and spit in his face. "It's really none of your business, but if you must know, she's going to meet Harry at the Owl Post at 12:00. Oh, darn." She smiled viciously, "You just missed her."
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Well, that's the end of that chapter! Sorry for such a long wait you guys, I had writer's block. Luckily, the next chapter will be up in a few days to a week. I also have a journalism class before school starts this week, so wish me luck! Thanks for all of the reviews! You guys are awesome!!!!
Love,
**Flourish**
Harry tried to blow his wild hair out from blocking his green eyes, but it only swayed for a few seconds. He would have gladly used his hands if they weren't tied to the lofty chair like some animal's waiting to be slaughtered.
In fact, his wrists were tied so tightly to the armrests, that they were dripping slow blobs of crimson blood. And although he was sure that ropes were binding his legs, they seemed to have been bound by a powerful binding spell, one of which he could not break.
And even though his vision was far from 20\20 (more like 4\4), he could still make out Blaise's limp body in the other corner from him.
The incredibly dim light that was glowing in the small tomb was almost precisely centered upon Blaise. Harry could smell the blood drifting from his body. There was so much of it that it had traveled across the room and had soaked the bottom of Harry's black cloak.
But he wasn't like that when Harry had first awoken. In fact, he was quite the little talker after they removed the tape from his mouth. He informed Harry on everything that had happened. How he was also ambushed in the middle of the night a few nights ago and then dragged from Hogwarts to this small, empty, lifeless room. How he wasn't bound completely at first, only enough to keep him away from the rats, the only food that he had left, scurrying across the stone floor.
And then he told Harry about the plan. About Ginny. About how they had carried out the attempted rape. But it wasn't supposed to be rape. He told Harry that they were never planning that. They wanted her dead. They wanted Ginny dead.
Harry tried as hard as he could for a couple of hours to tell him who 'they' were, but Blaise would only respond in small screams. Of course, Harry would never blame Blaise. He was obviously tortured.
There were marks on Blaise's back, disgusting marks, deeper than two inches wide, of where they had stuck the knives into him. He would always cry when he would hit his back, telling Harry over and over again about the acid that they would pour into his wounds and his mouth.
After only a few more moments, someone came in. Someone tipped Harry's chair over, only allowing him to see a small glimpse of Blaise.
Blaise just kept screaming over and over again, even when the culprit pulled the knife across Blaise's neck, letting the blood flow down his shirt and pants. Laughing as he asked Blaise if he enjoyed his new hunting knife. How he couldn't kill with a wand. He couldn't kill with a wand..
Harry was knocked unconscious after that, but he could still hear Blaise's high-pitched screams, as if they were etched into his brain.
"Oh, dear God," he would cry, "Just finish me off.just let me die.just let me die.please.just.let.me.die.."
After a few more hours Harry awoke, and that was only a few seconds ago. When he was trying earnestly to get his blood stained bangs out of his face. The only thing that was left to see now was the small watch glowing from his cloak's pocket.
"What time is it?" He whispered, trying not to bring attention to the fact that he was awake.
"11:55." A small voice chimed, also taking the caution of whispering.
Damn, he thought, feeling the pain in his wrists go numb. Ginny will be waiting for me soon.
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Ginny looked at her small watch again, noticing the time. She had only been at the Owl Post for a few minutes, but she felt that it was taking Harry too long to show up. When he usually asked to meet her somewhere, which was only for very rare occasions, he always showed up fifteen minutes early. But it was already 11:57, and he was nowhere to be found.
But just as she was about to leave, she saw him standing in the doorway. Although she had never taken the time to notice him after a few years, she finally realized just how handsome he was becoming. He had grown a lot taller and his body was built better than when she first had a crush on him.
His eyes still shone so beautifully from his face, which still gave him an advantage over all of the girls at Hogwarts. Yes, the still swooned over Harry Potter.
But something was different about the way he looked today. He seemed over-confident, which wasn't at all like him. His hair wasn't messy, but almost intentionally straight, and his grin was sort of sexy and demanding, instead of calm and lazy.
Something was wrong.
Ginny, you're over-reacting, she thought to herself. You just haven't seen him in a while.
She then gave Harry her brightest smile, and walked towards him. "Hello, Harry." She said, playfully punching him. "What is it that you wanted to see me about?"
Her stomach gave another lurch as he smiled again, showing off his handsome features. "I just thought that you would like to go to Diagon Alley with me today, is all. I just have some things to take care of there, and I need you with me."
"Harry, how dare you even ask me to go there! With everything that's happened, I can't believe you would approach me with such a discussion! Don't you even remember what happened the last time that I was there?" Ginny spat, as she pulled away from Harry, unsure of what he had been drinking.
But instead of putting on his worried face he kept his smile while putting his hands on her waist, and pulling her close to his warm body. "Ginny, how are you ever going to get over that if you don't go again? You can't live in fear of Diagon Alley; it's just mental. Besides, I want to talk to you. Come with me. Please?" The last word he whispered into her ear, pleadingly, sexily. She had never seen this side of Harry before. And after everything that had happened with Draco, she wasn't sure if she wanted to see that side of him or not.
Draco, she thought. His name slid through her mind like a disgusting slug. She needed a bodyguard to protect her from him. Before he tried to rape her again. And, strangely, Harry was right. How would she ever get over her fear if she didn't face it?
"Fine," she said, placing her hands approvingly on his shoulders. "Let's go, Harry. You'll be my protection. Oh, and by the way, when did you decide to where your glasses again?" Ginny asked, noticing his frames.
"Oh, these?" He laughed, fixing them back onto his nose. "Well, actually I'm only going to be wearing them for an hour or so. I'll only need them for about that long." He smiled at her again, placing a hand around her waist, as he began to walk by her side. "Now, let's go, love."
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Draco watched Hermione quietly from a small table in the library. He had never really been in one before until about the last time he saw Ginny. And he needed to talk to her so bad.
So bad, that he was willing to have a conversation with Hermione.
He casually waited until Hermione had entered the library, staring at her intently, smiling as she sat down at one of the tables. That was all he needed. With a small, but swift move, he made has way toward her, his gait almost synonymous to that of a starving tiger's.
Then, without her even noticing, he sat down across from her, looking at her with big, puppy dog eyes. And when Hermione finally awoke from her trance into the darkest reaches of her spellbinding book, she was afraid to even think.
Sitting in front of her was Draco Malfoy. That made her cringe. But his face was impossibly adorable. His big eyes stared deep into her soul, whispering to her heart words of sympathy.
His hair wasn't slicked back, but casually down, his bangs tossed in front of his eyes. And his clothes weren't in uniform, but actually normal looking as well. No tie, no cloak. Just a plain shirt and pants.
If you put yourself in Hermione's situation, I'm sure you would do the exact thing that she was about to do.
First she was completely still, hoping that if she was motionless and quiet, the creature in front of her couldn't see her.
But when he moved towards her, she let out a little squeak, and threw the book directly at Draco's head, while curling up into the chair, and closing her eyes tightly. "I don't know who you are, but please, I don't have any money!"
Draco sat still for a moment, as a large bump began to form on his head. "Grang-.Hermione. Where is Ginny? It's Draco, you big git." He said, hoping that his words sounded polite. It was the nicest few sentences he had ever said to Hermione, after all.
"Ooh. I thought you were at first, but something's wrong with you. Why are you all.normal looking?" She asked, cautiously playing with a strand of his bright hair.
He quickly pulled her fingers away from his hair, absurdly panicking as he tried to fix it. "That is indeed none of your business. Now, where's Ginny?"
Hermione stared at him suspiciously. "Why?"
Draco felt himself losing control over his urges to yell at her. He forced a smile from his mouth, which also seemed to be losing control, quivering at the edges. "Because I need to speak to her." He said slowly through his teeth.
"Draco Malfoy, I'm sorry, but I don't give out that type of information about my friends, especially to pratty lunatics. Now, if you'll please excuse me." She said forcefully, lifting herself out of the small chair superciliously.
But Draco finally lost all of his self-control, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back down into the seat. "Where is she?" He growled, pressing his nails deep into her skin.
"Ow! Shit, Malfoy! Let me go before I knock the ever-loving sense out of you!" She howled, kicking him in the groin while grabbing for her wand.
As Draco blocked her leg, he grabbed her only free arm, and tugged her forward, placing him close to her ear. "It's just a simple question, Granger." He whispered testily. "Answer it, or lose your wand arm." He laughed as he put more pressure against her arm.
She pulled back and spit in his face. "It's really none of your business, but if you must know, she's going to meet Harry at the Owl Post at 12:00. Oh, darn." She smiled viciously, "You just missed her."
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Well, that's the end of that chapter! Sorry for such a long wait you guys, I had writer's block. Luckily, the next chapter will be up in a few days to a week. I also have a journalism class before school starts this week, so wish me luck! Thanks for all of the reviews! You guys are awesome!!!!
Love,
**Flourish**