Thanks to everyone that took the time to review. I loved reading
everyone's comments. Ferret Boy and Pamela (my D/C heroes) - thanks for
the support! It means a ton. And Ferret Boy, Pamela and I really want to
see 'Let It Rain' soon! It could be a great companion piece, you know.
Again, just gonna wing it!
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters except for the old, callous woman - yippee for me!
Chapter 2 - Damsel in Distress
She opened her eyes expecting to see the familiar darkness that she had become accustomed to. She was confused when she saw sun rays flooding the room with warmth and brightness from a tall window dressed in velvet green swags of sumptuous fabric. The rays swept over where she lay and she could feel the warmth emanating from them. Warmth. Something she hadn't been able to feel for quite some time now. There was no more coldness here to claim her.
Her eyes again focused on the large window. She suddenly felt an urgent need to peer out of it. To see the blue sky and the grass and the trees. To see life again. She attempted to sit up but immediately stopped as she soon found that she had very little energy to make such an effort. She sighed disappointedly and resigned herself to recline once again on the bed.
The bed. Once again the confusion as to where she was came back to her. What was she doing in a bed of this magnitude? The last time she had closed her eyes, she had thought the bed she was laying on was one made of straw. She looked at the bed again. A huge four poster bed covered with dark green velvet similar to the window coverings. She reached her hand out to touch it. It was the softest she ever felt. The bed was truly comfortable and it seemed to engulf her entire being.
The door to the room suddenly opened jarring her from her comfortable thoughts. A skinny woman bustled straight over to her. She was dressed in black in what seemed to be a mediwitch's garb. Her silvering hair was pulled tightly away from her bony face. The lines etched on her forehead and her small tired eyes seemed to betray the woman and reveal an age that was much older than that of her true age.
"Well, it's about time you've come to. It's time to stop playing the damsel in distress. My orders were to see that you were to get well again and I see that my ministrations are working," the woman huffed impatiently. Her voice seemed so cold and callous. She had no sympathy for her patient. It was only an order that she was following afterall. The woman promptly put her frigid hand up to her patient's forehead. "You've cooled down considerably. That is a good sign indeed. He will be satisfied when I notify him of your improving condition. Now, what you need is some food to get a good amount of meat on your bones. I dare to venture a guess that you were quite thin even before you came here. It's no surprise that a mere week of no food would put you on the brink of death. I will be back swiftly with some food."
"Before you leave, do you mind telling me where I am? The last thing I remember I was laying on a straw bed in a cold cell held for prisoners."
The old woman turned around at the question and peered over to her patient with annoyed eyes and said stoically, "I'm not here to answer your questions. Besides, you will find out soon enough." With that the old woman turned back around and made a hasty exit.
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Some time had passed since the old woman had returned with a tray of food. She had set it down in a huff and quickly exited mumbling about some other patients that needed tending. She had left no specific orders for her patient to finish her food. It had naturally been assumed that she would drop her damsel in distress performance and eat the food that was set before her.
She knew that they wanted her well. She figured that was why she was in this opulent room instead of the cold cell she had called home for those odd number of days since she was taken. She couldn't help that she no longer had the cold as an ally to help her with her demise, but she did have control over what she put in her mouth. She had come to terms that if her sacrifice was required to prevent him from coming to rescue her and walking into a death trap then so be it. She would continue to fight them and their wicked plan as long as she could.
In fact, the only thing that had been touched on the tray was the tea. The modest sandwich and cup of broth were left intact. She knew that she would have to put up a fight with the old woman once she returned later in the day. But, the old woman could be dealt with. Besides, what could the old woman do? Force her mouth open and feed her herself? She sniggered at the vision.
Just then the door opened again. She would be prepared this time to not let the old woman walk all over her. Even before the old woman made her entrance, she steeled up her courage and said in her best resolute voice, "Now, before you even try to berate me, I'm not being a damsel in distress, I have my reasons for -" She couldn't continue her speech. Her eyes widened at who was coming nearer to her. "Draco." All that courage that she had mustered quickly waned.
"Evening, Cho," said in the infamous bored drawl and trademark smirk.
A/N: Please read and review! It's not that bad a cliffhanger! Sorry that the chapters are so short. I'll try my best to get them longer. As always, I would love to hear what you, the readers, think will make the story better.
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters except for the old, callous woman - yippee for me!
Chapter 2 - Damsel in Distress
She opened her eyes expecting to see the familiar darkness that she had become accustomed to. She was confused when she saw sun rays flooding the room with warmth and brightness from a tall window dressed in velvet green swags of sumptuous fabric. The rays swept over where she lay and she could feel the warmth emanating from them. Warmth. Something she hadn't been able to feel for quite some time now. There was no more coldness here to claim her.
Her eyes again focused on the large window. She suddenly felt an urgent need to peer out of it. To see the blue sky and the grass and the trees. To see life again. She attempted to sit up but immediately stopped as she soon found that she had very little energy to make such an effort. She sighed disappointedly and resigned herself to recline once again on the bed.
The bed. Once again the confusion as to where she was came back to her. What was she doing in a bed of this magnitude? The last time she had closed her eyes, she had thought the bed she was laying on was one made of straw. She looked at the bed again. A huge four poster bed covered with dark green velvet similar to the window coverings. She reached her hand out to touch it. It was the softest she ever felt. The bed was truly comfortable and it seemed to engulf her entire being.
The door to the room suddenly opened jarring her from her comfortable thoughts. A skinny woman bustled straight over to her. She was dressed in black in what seemed to be a mediwitch's garb. Her silvering hair was pulled tightly away from her bony face. The lines etched on her forehead and her small tired eyes seemed to betray the woman and reveal an age that was much older than that of her true age.
"Well, it's about time you've come to. It's time to stop playing the damsel in distress. My orders were to see that you were to get well again and I see that my ministrations are working," the woman huffed impatiently. Her voice seemed so cold and callous. She had no sympathy for her patient. It was only an order that she was following afterall. The woman promptly put her frigid hand up to her patient's forehead. "You've cooled down considerably. That is a good sign indeed. He will be satisfied when I notify him of your improving condition. Now, what you need is some food to get a good amount of meat on your bones. I dare to venture a guess that you were quite thin even before you came here. It's no surprise that a mere week of no food would put you on the brink of death. I will be back swiftly with some food."
"Before you leave, do you mind telling me where I am? The last thing I remember I was laying on a straw bed in a cold cell held for prisoners."
The old woman turned around at the question and peered over to her patient with annoyed eyes and said stoically, "I'm not here to answer your questions. Besides, you will find out soon enough." With that the old woman turned back around and made a hasty exit.
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Some time had passed since the old woman had returned with a tray of food. She had set it down in a huff and quickly exited mumbling about some other patients that needed tending. She had left no specific orders for her patient to finish her food. It had naturally been assumed that she would drop her damsel in distress performance and eat the food that was set before her.
She knew that they wanted her well. She figured that was why she was in this opulent room instead of the cold cell she had called home for those odd number of days since she was taken. She couldn't help that she no longer had the cold as an ally to help her with her demise, but she did have control over what she put in her mouth. She had come to terms that if her sacrifice was required to prevent him from coming to rescue her and walking into a death trap then so be it. She would continue to fight them and their wicked plan as long as she could.
In fact, the only thing that had been touched on the tray was the tea. The modest sandwich and cup of broth were left intact. She knew that she would have to put up a fight with the old woman once she returned later in the day. But, the old woman could be dealt with. Besides, what could the old woman do? Force her mouth open and feed her herself? She sniggered at the vision.
Just then the door opened again. She would be prepared this time to not let the old woman walk all over her. Even before the old woman made her entrance, she steeled up her courage and said in her best resolute voice, "Now, before you even try to berate me, I'm not being a damsel in distress, I have my reasons for -" She couldn't continue her speech. Her eyes widened at who was coming nearer to her. "Draco." All that courage that she had mustered quickly waned.
"Evening, Cho," said in the infamous bored drawl and trademark smirk.
A/N: Please read and review! It's not that bad a cliffhanger! Sorry that the chapters are so short. I'll try my best to get them longer. As always, I would love to hear what you, the readers, think will make the story better.