A/N: April Rain Fans, have no fear, after this chapter, I'm off to continue
the story. [winks]
u I need to have twenty reviews within a week. I need to know if I'm wasting my time. Pa-lease give your thought on this story, tell me what needs to be fixed. /u
Disclaimer: All the songs included in this chapter is not mine. It's my hero, Ville Valo's. I should have said this was a musical. [laughs] Aaannddd the characters are JK's.
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Laurant's grey eyes opened slowly. It was only drizzling, and she felt Draco's chest rise and fall with his rhythmic breathing. She glanced at her watch.
4 AM.
She sat up slowly, and saw Draco begin to stir. Morning stars twinkled in the sky on the cobwebbed clouds like bright spiders.
"We have to get back before we're missed," Laurant spoke softly to the yawning Draco. They arose when the pain in her lower abdomen caused her to hiss in pain.
"I hurt you," Laurant shook her head. She had trouble looking at him in the face. Without saying anything, Laurant began to walk back to the castle.
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Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Laurant allowed the free tears to skim down her face and reflect the growing light outside. Her eyes closed tightly as more salty tears fell down on to her pant legs.
No matter what, as her life move on, she only seemed to screw up in bigger ways.
And if who she was didn't destroy her, she knew that her mistakes would.
She rubbed her cheek with her sweatshirt. There, Draco had left his lips before the parted to their rooms. Her sweatshirt dug into her cheek so hard, her cheek turned red.
If she could rewind time, she'd start where she told Draco to meet her outside around midnight.
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"How about this one?" Hermione held up a dark green dress.
They were in a small dress boutique in Hogsmeade. Harry had taken Laurant silently around the path to get to town, so she could see the sights. He had gone off with Ron as Hermione picked up countless dresses in order to talk her into the dance.
"Hermione, I have one, and I'm not going, so don't bother." Hermione pouted and threw the dress to the floor in front of the dressing room. It immediately picked itself up and placed itself on the rack.
"You don't have to go with anyone. And Harry isn't worth moping over."
"I'm i not/i moping over him." Laurant remembered Malfoy unzipping her jeans. She pushed the thought away.
"Then go, it'll be fun. Going with someone is overrated; if you go single you could dance with anyone." Hermione said As-A-Matter-Of-Factly.
"You wouldn't care, you're going with Ron." Laurant laughed. Hermione blushed. "Remember Ron saying something about using Draco as an advantage?"
"You'd sink low if you're willing to make Harry jealous with i him /i" Hermione heard Laurant laugh.
"That's half of it." She joked. "The other thing has to do with... you know." Laurant said so quietly, Hermione had to stop to think about what she had said.
"Would it work? Whatever you have in mind?"
"It might," Hermione pursed her lips together.
"There's one more, and you can't say no." Hermione brought out a red dress with black lace decorating it. Laurant held back the urge to say "I want it."
She ended up walking out of the store with the dress in hand.
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Draco stood at the food of the stairs with his two hit-men behind him looking around the elaborately decorated Great Hall. The tables had disappeared, and in replace were several tables with light pink cloth, and small red candles as the centerpiece. Miss Trelawney had hired a d-jay who wore a bright blue hat and announced the theme of the songs.
Hermione had her hair straightened and makeup to match her pure white dress. She had help from Laurant, who applied makeup to Hermione's face in her pajamas and hair in curlers. She was going to be a bit late, but according to Draco and many other boys in the room, it was worth it.
She appeared at the top of the stairs, her dark hair fell across her shoulders in soft curls. Her eyes were lined black, illuminating her gray eyes. The dress Hermione fit her in all the right places, stopping right above her knees. Her black dress heels made her at least three inches taller. The straps had tied around her legs up to her knees. To add to it, she wore dark red gloves; on her finger was Draco's ring. It fit better now that cloth was under it.
Laurant walked carefully down the carpeted stairs and took Draco's hand. Crabbe's cologne tried to asphyxiate Laurant, and it made her eyes water. She was grateful when Draco led her away, and smiled when she saw Hermione talking to Ron, neither down each other's throats in argument.
Draco took her to the floor and held her close to him. "You look stunning," He said, his eyes wandering all over her figure.
"So do you," Draco was dressed in blue, as he said. She didn't lie, he looked... civil. He put his hand behind his back, when he brought it back, he opened it and a small unopened red rose appeared in his palm.
"For you, milady." The stem quivered weaved its way around her wrist. She smiled and rested her chin on Draco's shoulder as they swayed to the words coming from everywhere in the Great Hall.
i Your eyes have lost their light, your eyes have lost their light and they're empty. Oh my God, you're so empty. b I'm in love with you /b. You are my heaven tonight. b I'm in love with you /b. You are my heaven tonight." /i
Laurant couldn't take her eyes off of Harry and his date, Ashley. She narrowed her eyes as Ashley was on him like white on rice. Draco turned her around so all she could see was the d-jay fooling around with some records.
"Don't worry about them," Laurant blushed. "Ashley's one of us," He smirked.
"What?" Laurant blinked.
"Later she'll take Potter outside and put quite the spell on him." He smiled broadly.
Laurant was motionless in Draco's arms. She looked over her shoulder and saw Harry and Ashley kissing intimately. She felt hot with anger. Harry looked up at her, rubbing it in her face.
"Fuck you, sugar." Draco was on the verge of asking what she was talking about when she yanked him down and kissed him full on the lips.
Harry thought he should do something. He looked at Draco and Laurant's lips linked together, almost as if they had melted and froze into place like that, and grimaced. Here Ashley was, showering him with soft kisses, and he was worried about the girl who was Voldemort's daughter.
Balls really did fuck everything up.
The song ended and Harry watched as Draco led her to his table and allowed her to sit in his lap. He glanced over to Hermione, who wasn't phased by Draco all over Laurant at all.
Draco broke their kiss as he reached into his pocket and brought out a small vile and poured a few drops into his drink. He gulped some of it down and offered it to Laurant. She shook her head. He downed the rest of it and put the cup down on the table and pulled Laurant closer to him.
"Let's go back to my room. There isn't anyone there." He whispered, and kissed Laurant's forehead. She stiffened, and kissed him back.
"Not right now,"
Draco lifted himself up, walked out of the hall and left Laurant to sit alone. He didn't say where he was going. Laurant sighed and played with the ends of her hair. She tried to glue herself to her seat as Harry approached her.
"Dance with me?" He held out his hand. Laurant took it cautiously, as if it would electrocute her.
They didn't speak through the first verse of the song.
i "Is it so hard to believe That our hearts are made to be broken by love That in constant dying lies the beauty of it all My darling won't you feel The sweet heaven in our endless cry." /i
Laurant let out a shaky breath. "Don't go walking with Ashley," She whispered.
i "What?!"/i
"Just don't,"
Harry sighed. "Even though I didn't take you, you're telling me who I can't see while I'm here."
"Harry, I-"
"Where has your date gone, Laurant? To the bathroom? Oh I'll take the Vegas- odds on that one. He went off to get drunk." Laurant wished the song would hurry along. Harry was beginning to say something else when she cut him off.
"Draco told me not to worry about you two," Laurant's face burned red. "'Because she's one of us' as he so bluntly put it."
"I don't believe you,"
"You're going to have to, Harry."
"Excuse me, Potter. I've come to take my i date/i" Draco slurred as he appeared before them and whisked Laurant away. "Why don't you go find your own two-cent whore and call it a night? Leave mine alone."
"Go to hell, you drunken bastard."
Draco's eyes brightened in anger. What Harry got was his face punched in. Laurant shrieked as he fell backward from the blow.
"Draco!" She screamed, and knelt down by Harry. "Are you alright?" She moved his hands away to find that they were covered in blood. "You didn't have to do that." She shouted at Draco. Hermione came over and took out her wand.
"Lapriathus!" The blood disappeared, but Harry's nose started to swell and turn purple.
This wasn't a good week for him.
Ashley skipped over. "Harry, are you alright?" She helped him. "Let's go for a walk, hun."
Laurant bit her lip to stop from punching i her /inose in. Draco stood there, gaping at Laurant, as a crowd steadily formed around them. He pulled her up and dragged her away. She glanced at Harry who was telling Ashley something, but his words were inaudible.
i God, don't let him go with her. /i
Soon, Draco and Laurant were engulfed by darkness as they nearly sprinted down the corridor. They came to a stop to an unknown, almost deserted area. This time Laurant backed herself into a wall as Draco attacked her.
"Slow down," She said, trying to catch her breath.
"No," He breathed the smell of heavy vodka into her face.
She pulled his neck away from her breast and made sure he faced her. His eyes were covered in a thick glaze. He stopped momentarily.
"Potter's got the nerve to dance with you," His words were slurred together. "That will all be taken care of soon," He smirked. "Come upstairs with me,"
"I thought you had your fill of me last night," Laurant thought she would rip his head off. He called her a whore, punched Harry's face in, and took his life threat as a comment of pleasure. Even decapitating him wouldn't satisfy her.
"What are you talking about?" Draco was seeing two of her. Both of them didn't look happy. "Hell, there are two of you."
"I don't appreciate the honor of being your 'two-cent whore'" Draco groaned. His head was spinning madly.
"I didn't mean it like that," He said softly. The world around him was dancing and doubling before his eyes. He could still see Laurant walking away from him. "Laurant, no." He fell to the ground and yanked on her arm. His knee screamed out in pain as it hit the ground. "You can't leave me here," He whined.
"Draco, let go." He was hurting her wrist. He yanked her down so she knelt beside him.
"You look so lovely tonight," He wrapped his fingers in her hair. He leaned on her shoulder and breathed in her sweet scent.
He stayed like that for a grand total of five minutes before Laurant realized he was asleep. She tried to remember a spell she was taught that made a man sober when he was drunk. She used it several times on her mother. She reached for her wand that was held under a wristband.
"Bebida." She heard Draco moan. He instantly reached for the bottle in his jacket. She stopped him. "No more, okay?" She kissed him delicately, and helped him to his feet.
"We're going to miss the fireworks when Ashley gets Potter. She may need our help." Laurant panicked.
"Draco, I don't think she needs our help." She pulled him close and smiled seductively. Her mind screamed at her to run, to run away and find Harry, but there was something to happen if Draco found that Ashley couldn't lay a finger on him.
Laurant closed her eyes as Draco's lips converged hers. She was going to regret this for the rest of the days she lived. She already regretted last night. She regretted even being in his presence.
"Let's go upstairs," She said hesitantly.
They didn't talk much the rest of that night.
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Laurant lay awake with Draco's bare arm draped over her waste possessively. Somehow he convinced his roommates to bunk in the Slytherin common room for the night. She only hoped to god Hermione, Ron or Harry hadn't sent out a search party for her.
Thoughts raced in her mind as she thought of Harry's decision to walk with Ashley. Maybe that's why they hadn't come looking for her, something happened to him. Laurant closed her eyes and said she was worrying over nothing. The cat was in the bag, Harry was unharmed because she warned him, and she slept with Draco to keep him away.
Part of Laurant said that she regretted all that happened the last two hours, and the other part wanted more. Draco treasured her, sweet-talked her, but used her for sexual pleasure.
Didn't he?
Laurant asked this over and over. She looked at her self across the line from love and lust. It was possible that it was both, but Draco Malfoy? This decision took pondering and test-taking. Might as well use the scientific method to analyze his feelings for her.
Laurant looked down at her clothes that lay helter-skelter with Draco's clothes. She paid good money for that dress, and there it lay as if it was a rag. She was thankful to have something else to think about.
She switched positions so that she faced Draco, and the thoughts hit her again with full force. His bare chest rose and fall with his breathing, his hair tousled from their late-night entourage. She touched his lips with her fingertips, tracing them slowly. She nearly jumped out of her skin when they smiled and Draco opened his eyes.
He took her hand and laced his fingers in hers, pulled her closer so that there wasn't any space between their bare bodies, and kissed her shoulder. He fell asleep again, to Laurant's relief.
She waited until he wasn't able to wake if she shot him, and slipped off the bed. She put on his shirt, too lazy to put the dress back on, took her belongings and ran all the way back to Gryffindor tower.
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"Was wondering where you've gone off to,"
Laurant gasped and dropped her things and they landed on the rug with a dull 'thud'. Harry sat in the armchair, his green eyes unclad without the aid of his glasses. He looked at Laurant's apparel and said, "Nice shirt."
She said nothing. "Where were you?"
Still, she said nothing.
"Where were you?" He pressed.
"Saving your life," She said hoarsely. She clutched Draco's shirt, it was long enough so that the tails of the shirt stopped below her knees.
Harry stared at her. "Ashley threw a fit when I said I wouldn't go walking with her. She looked scared." He sighed. "Why are you wearing Draco's shirt?" He drawled as Laurant sat on the couch across from him.
"Why do you think, Harry? No need to dance around it any longer." Her gray eyes brimmed with tears. She received silence from his end. "If I didn't he would have gone out and killed you. He..." She paused and let her tears fall as she briskly wiped them away. "He asked me to go upstairs with him... When I told him no he said he should help Ashley to get rid of you." She sniffed. "I panicked."
She stood up and picked up her things. "Of course, who would believe Voldemort's daughter, right?"
"Rianne," Laurant didn't stop moving and let more tears fall at the sound of her muggle name. "You swear on anything you're telling me the truth? On my life?" Laurant nodded.
Harry somehow knew, that the girl before him /i telling him the truth. He would have done anything to save her life, why not she return it?
Harry rose from his chair and stood inches from Laurant. She backed away.
"Don't," She looked at her arm. "It hurts when you do."
i "Potter would only destroy you." /i
Harry gulped when he saw Laurant's eyes. It happened so fast.
Her eyes turned gold, and the pupil reshaped into a black slit.
The eyes of a snake.
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A/N: Whew. That went over fairly well. I'm off to finish off another chap for Secret Window! Hahahaha! You know what to do, mates.
u I need to have twenty reviews within a week. I need to know if I'm wasting my time. Pa-lease give your thought on this story, tell me what needs to be fixed. /u
Disclaimer: All the songs included in this chapter is not mine. It's my hero, Ville Valo's. I should have said this was a musical. [laughs] Aaannddd the characters are JK's.
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Laurant's grey eyes opened slowly. It was only drizzling, and she felt Draco's chest rise and fall with his rhythmic breathing. She glanced at her watch.
4 AM.
She sat up slowly, and saw Draco begin to stir. Morning stars twinkled in the sky on the cobwebbed clouds like bright spiders.
"We have to get back before we're missed," Laurant spoke softly to the yawning Draco. They arose when the pain in her lower abdomen caused her to hiss in pain.
"I hurt you," Laurant shook her head. She had trouble looking at him in the face. Without saying anything, Laurant began to walk back to the castle.
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Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Laurant allowed the free tears to skim down her face and reflect the growing light outside. Her eyes closed tightly as more salty tears fell down on to her pant legs.
No matter what, as her life move on, she only seemed to screw up in bigger ways.
And if who she was didn't destroy her, she knew that her mistakes would.
She rubbed her cheek with her sweatshirt. There, Draco had left his lips before the parted to their rooms. Her sweatshirt dug into her cheek so hard, her cheek turned red.
If she could rewind time, she'd start where she told Draco to meet her outside around midnight.
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"How about this one?" Hermione held up a dark green dress.
They were in a small dress boutique in Hogsmeade. Harry had taken Laurant silently around the path to get to town, so she could see the sights. He had gone off with Ron as Hermione picked up countless dresses in order to talk her into the dance.
"Hermione, I have one, and I'm not going, so don't bother." Hermione pouted and threw the dress to the floor in front of the dressing room. It immediately picked itself up and placed itself on the rack.
"You don't have to go with anyone. And Harry isn't worth moping over."
"I'm i not/i moping over him." Laurant remembered Malfoy unzipping her jeans. She pushed the thought away.
"Then go, it'll be fun. Going with someone is overrated; if you go single you could dance with anyone." Hermione said As-A-Matter-Of-Factly.
"You wouldn't care, you're going with Ron." Laurant laughed. Hermione blushed. "Remember Ron saying something about using Draco as an advantage?"
"You'd sink low if you're willing to make Harry jealous with i him /i" Hermione heard Laurant laugh.
"That's half of it." She joked. "The other thing has to do with... you know." Laurant said so quietly, Hermione had to stop to think about what she had said.
"Would it work? Whatever you have in mind?"
"It might," Hermione pursed her lips together.
"There's one more, and you can't say no." Hermione brought out a red dress with black lace decorating it. Laurant held back the urge to say "I want it."
She ended up walking out of the store with the dress in hand.
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Draco stood at the food of the stairs with his two hit-men behind him looking around the elaborately decorated Great Hall. The tables had disappeared, and in replace were several tables with light pink cloth, and small red candles as the centerpiece. Miss Trelawney had hired a d-jay who wore a bright blue hat and announced the theme of the songs.
Hermione had her hair straightened and makeup to match her pure white dress. She had help from Laurant, who applied makeup to Hermione's face in her pajamas and hair in curlers. She was going to be a bit late, but according to Draco and many other boys in the room, it was worth it.
She appeared at the top of the stairs, her dark hair fell across her shoulders in soft curls. Her eyes were lined black, illuminating her gray eyes. The dress Hermione fit her in all the right places, stopping right above her knees. Her black dress heels made her at least three inches taller. The straps had tied around her legs up to her knees. To add to it, she wore dark red gloves; on her finger was Draco's ring. It fit better now that cloth was under it.
Laurant walked carefully down the carpeted stairs and took Draco's hand. Crabbe's cologne tried to asphyxiate Laurant, and it made her eyes water. She was grateful when Draco led her away, and smiled when she saw Hermione talking to Ron, neither down each other's throats in argument.
Draco took her to the floor and held her close to him. "You look stunning," He said, his eyes wandering all over her figure.
"So do you," Draco was dressed in blue, as he said. She didn't lie, he looked... civil. He put his hand behind his back, when he brought it back, he opened it and a small unopened red rose appeared in his palm.
"For you, milady." The stem quivered weaved its way around her wrist. She smiled and rested her chin on Draco's shoulder as they swayed to the words coming from everywhere in the Great Hall.
i Your eyes have lost their light, your eyes have lost their light and they're empty. Oh my God, you're so empty. b I'm in love with you /b. You are my heaven tonight. b I'm in love with you /b. You are my heaven tonight." /i
Laurant couldn't take her eyes off of Harry and his date, Ashley. She narrowed her eyes as Ashley was on him like white on rice. Draco turned her around so all she could see was the d-jay fooling around with some records.
"Don't worry about them," Laurant blushed. "Ashley's one of us," He smirked.
"What?" Laurant blinked.
"Later she'll take Potter outside and put quite the spell on him." He smiled broadly.
Laurant was motionless in Draco's arms. She looked over her shoulder and saw Harry and Ashley kissing intimately. She felt hot with anger. Harry looked up at her, rubbing it in her face.
"Fuck you, sugar." Draco was on the verge of asking what she was talking about when she yanked him down and kissed him full on the lips.
Harry thought he should do something. He looked at Draco and Laurant's lips linked together, almost as if they had melted and froze into place like that, and grimaced. Here Ashley was, showering him with soft kisses, and he was worried about the girl who was Voldemort's daughter.
Balls really did fuck everything up.
The song ended and Harry watched as Draco led her to his table and allowed her to sit in his lap. He glanced over to Hermione, who wasn't phased by Draco all over Laurant at all.
Draco broke their kiss as he reached into his pocket and brought out a small vile and poured a few drops into his drink. He gulped some of it down and offered it to Laurant. She shook her head. He downed the rest of it and put the cup down on the table and pulled Laurant closer to him.
"Let's go back to my room. There isn't anyone there." He whispered, and kissed Laurant's forehead. She stiffened, and kissed him back.
"Not right now,"
Draco lifted himself up, walked out of the hall and left Laurant to sit alone. He didn't say where he was going. Laurant sighed and played with the ends of her hair. She tried to glue herself to her seat as Harry approached her.
"Dance with me?" He held out his hand. Laurant took it cautiously, as if it would electrocute her.
They didn't speak through the first verse of the song.
i "Is it so hard to believe That our hearts are made to be broken by love That in constant dying lies the beauty of it all My darling won't you feel The sweet heaven in our endless cry." /i
Laurant let out a shaky breath. "Don't go walking with Ashley," She whispered.
i "What?!"/i
"Just don't,"
Harry sighed. "Even though I didn't take you, you're telling me who I can't see while I'm here."
"Harry, I-"
"Where has your date gone, Laurant? To the bathroom? Oh I'll take the Vegas- odds on that one. He went off to get drunk." Laurant wished the song would hurry along. Harry was beginning to say something else when she cut him off.
"Draco told me not to worry about you two," Laurant's face burned red. "'Because she's one of us' as he so bluntly put it."
"I don't believe you,"
"You're going to have to, Harry."
"Excuse me, Potter. I've come to take my i date/i" Draco slurred as he appeared before them and whisked Laurant away. "Why don't you go find your own two-cent whore and call it a night? Leave mine alone."
"Go to hell, you drunken bastard."
Draco's eyes brightened in anger. What Harry got was his face punched in. Laurant shrieked as he fell backward from the blow.
"Draco!" She screamed, and knelt down by Harry. "Are you alright?" She moved his hands away to find that they were covered in blood. "You didn't have to do that." She shouted at Draco. Hermione came over and took out her wand.
"Lapriathus!" The blood disappeared, but Harry's nose started to swell and turn purple.
This wasn't a good week for him.
Ashley skipped over. "Harry, are you alright?" She helped him. "Let's go for a walk, hun."
Laurant bit her lip to stop from punching i her /inose in. Draco stood there, gaping at Laurant, as a crowd steadily formed around them. He pulled her up and dragged her away. She glanced at Harry who was telling Ashley something, but his words were inaudible.
i God, don't let him go with her. /i
Soon, Draco and Laurant were engulfed by darkness as they nearly sprinted down the corridor. They came to a stop to an unknown, almost deserted area. This time Laurant backed herself into a wall as Draco attacked her.
"Slow down," She said, trying to catch her breath.
"No," He breathed the smell of heavy vodka into her face.
She pulled his neck away from her breast and made sure he faced her. His eyes were covered in a thick glaze. He stopped momentarily.
"Potter's got the nerve to dance with you," His words were slurred together. "That will all be taken care of soon," He smirked. "Come upstairs with me,"
"I thought you had your fill of me last night," Laurant thought she would rip his head off. He called her a whore, punched Harry's face in, and took his life threat as a comment of pleasure. Even decapitating him wouldn't satisfy her.
"What are you talking about?" Draco was seeing two of her. Both of them didn't look happy. "Hell, there are two of you."
"I don't appreciate the honor of being your 'two-cent whore'" Draco groaned. His head was spinning madly.
"I didn't mean it like that," He said softly. The world around him was dancing and doubling before his eyes. He could still see Laurant walking away from him. "Laurant, no." He fell to the ground and yanked on her arm. His knee screamed out in pain as it hit the ground. "You can't leave me here," He whined.
"Draco, let go." He was hurting her wrist. He yanked her down so she knelt beside him.
"You look so lovely tonight," He wrapped his fingers in her hair. He leaned on her shoulder and breathed in her sweet scent.
He stayed like that for a grand total of five minutes before Laurant realized he was asleep. She tried to remember a spell she was taught that made a man sober when he was drunk. She used it several times on her mother. She reached for her wand that was held under a wristband.
"Bebida." She heard Draco moan. He instantly reached for the bottle in his jacket. She stopped him. "No more, okay?" She kissed him delicately, and helped him to his feet.
"We're going to miss the fireworks when Ashley gets Potter. She may need our help." Laurant panicked.
"Draco, I don't think she needs our help." She pulled him close and smiled seductively. Her mind screamed at her to run, to run away and find Harry, but there was something to happen if Draco found that Ashley couldn't lay a finger on him.
Laurant closed her eyes as Draco's lips converged hers. She was going to regret this for the rest of the days she lived. She already regretted last night. She regretted even being in his presence.
"Let's go upstairs," She said hesitantly.
They didn't talk much the rest of that night.
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Laurant lay awake with Draco's bare arm draped over her waste possessively. Somehow he convinced his roommates to bunk in the Slytherin common room for the night. She only hoped to god Hermione, Ron or Harry hadn't sent out a search party for her.
Thoughts raced in her mind as she thought of Harry's decision to walk with Ashley. Maybe that's why they hadn't come looking for her, something happened to him. Laurant closed her eyes and said she was worrying over nothing. The cat was in the bag, Harry was unharmed because she warned him, and she slept with Draco to keep him away.
Part of Laurant said that she regretted all that happened the last two hours, and the other part wanted more. Draco treasured her, sweet-talked her, but used her for sexual pleasure.
Didn't he?
Laurant asked this over and over. She looked at her self across the line from love and lust. It was possible that it was both, but Draco Malfoy? This decision took pondering and test-taking. Might as well use the scientific method to analyze his feelings for her.
Laurant looked down at her clothes that lay helter-skelter with Draco's clothes. She paid good money for that dress, and there it lay as if it was a rag. She was thankful to have something else to think about.
She switched positions so that she faced Draco, and the thoughts hit her again with full force. His bare chest rose and fall with his breathing, his hair tousled from their late-night entourage. She touched his lips with her fingertips, tracing them slowly. She nearly jumped out of her skin when they smiled and Draco opened his eyes.
He took her hand and laced his fingers in hers, pulled her closer so that there wasn't any space between their bare bodies, and kissed her shoulder. He fell asleep again, to Laurant's relief.
She waited until he wasn't able to wake if she shot him, and slipped off the bed. She put on his shirt, too lazy to put the dress back on, took her belongings and ran all the way back to Gryffindor tower.
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"Was wondering where you've gone off to,"
Laurant gasped and dropped her things and they landed on the rug with a dull 'thud'. Harry sat in the armchair, his green eyes unclad without the aid of his glasses. He looked at Laurant's apparel and said, "Nice shirt."
She said nothing. "Where were you?"
Still, she said nothing.
"Where were you?" He pressed.
"Saving your life," She said hoarsely. She clutched Draco's shirt, it was long enough so that the tails of the shirt stopped below her knees.
Harry stared at her. "Ashley threw a fit when I said I wouldn't go walking with her. She looked scared." He sighed. "Why are you wearing Draco's shirt?" He drawled as Laurant sat on the couch across from him.
"Why do you think, Harry? No need to dance around it any longer." Her gray eyes brimmed with tears. She received silence from his end. "If I didn't he would have gone out and killed you. He..." She paused and let her tears fall as she briskly wiped them away. "He asked me to go upstairs with him... When I told him no he said he should help Ashley to get rid of you." She sniffed. "I panicked."
She stood up and picked up her things. "Of course, who would believe Voldemort's daughter, right?"
"Rianne," Laurant didn't stop moving and let more tears fall at the sound of her muggle name. "You swear on anything you're telling me the truth? On my life?" Laurant nodded.
Harry somehow knew, that the girl before him /i telling him the truth. He would have done anything to save her life, why not she return it?
Harry rose from his chair and stood inches from Laurant. She backed away.
"Don't," She looked at her arm. "It hurts when you do."
i "Potter would only destroy you." /i
Harry gulped when he saw Laurant's eyes. It happened so fast.
Her eyes turned gold, and the pupil reshaped into a black slit.
The eyes of a snake.
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A/N: Whew. That went over fairly well. I'm off to finish off another chap for Secret Window! Hahahaha! You know what to do, mates.