A/N: Yep, it's a bit strange this chapter, but don't hate me for it. It
will tie in eventually, just bear with me here.
Ianua
Chapter 2 Good girls don't cry
Cowering on the floor of Moaning Myrtle's toilet with a bloodied nose, Salome began to realise that school wasn't the huge, scary place in her nightmares. It was worse.
"Had enough yet, mudblood?"
Draco Malfoy's face laughed into her own. He stood above her, a devil in flowing black with a halo of white hair and startling blue eyes. For the past half hour, insults and blows had rained down. Yesterday had been the same, and the day before, just before the footsteps of students going to dinner rang in the corridors.
When the same students began to trickle back to their dormitories, he would clean her up with a healing charm, and nobody was any the wiser. Not that anyone would care. If she came back black and blue, she very much doubted anyone would ask her if she was alright. Nobody questioned her absence at dinner.
"But, since there's no precious Potter and his little weasel about, maybe you should stay and...play"
A malicious grin played on his lips as he crouched to her level. She tried to bite back tears, sniffling slightly.
"Now, now, good little girls don't cry"
He wiped at her tearstained cheek with a hand as smooth and pale as polished marble, and before she could gather her thoughts, his lips, warm and sweet met her own. The kiss was filled with a mixture that stirred her soul into a frenzied dance. Malice and hate, passion and lust all swirled in her mind as he held her head between his cold hands, devouring her mouth. In a minute, she told herself, in a minute she would push him away, but she could never quite bring herself to push him off.
His hand slid over her neck, her shoulder, and within the folds of her robes, his fingers stroking the wool of her jumper over her breasts. That made her blood beat hard in her neck.
Ianua
Chapter 2 Good girls don't cry
Cowering on the floor of Moaning Myrtle's toilet with a bloodied nose, Salome began to realise that school wasn't the huge, scary place in her nightmares. It was worse.
"Had enough yet, mudblood?"
Draco Malfoy's face laughed into her own. He stood above her, a devil in flowing black with a halo of white hair and startling blue eyes. For the past half hour, insults and blows had rained down. Yesterday had been the same, and the day before, just before the footsteps of students going to dinner rang in the corridors.
When the same students began to trickle back to their dormitories, he would clean her up with a healing charm, and nobody was any the wiser. Not that anyone would care. If she came back black and blue, she very much doubted anyone would ask her if she was alright. Nobody questioned her absence at dinner.
"But, since there's no precious Potter and his little weasel about, maybe you should stay and...play"
A malicious grin played on his lips as he crouched to her level. She tried to bite back tears, sniffling slightly.
"Now, now, good little girls don't cry"
He wiped at her tearstained cheek with a hand as smooth and pale as polished marble, and before she could gather her thoughts, his lips, warm and sweet met her own. The kiss was filled with a mixture that stirred her soul into a frenzied dance. Malice and hate, passion and lust all swirled in her mind as he held her head between his cold hands, devouring her mouth. In a minute, she told herself, in a minute she would push him away, but she could never quite bring herself to push him off.
His hand slid over her neck, her shoulder, and within the folds of her robes, his fingers stroking the wool of her jumper over her breasts. That made her blood beat hard in her neck.