Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling has ownership over the little magic industry she made, not me. I do however, possess my storyline and Laurant. And "Love Said No" by HIM is also not mine.
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Hogwarts school had become incredibly cold overnight. The windows were caked with frost, not allowing the captives to peer outside. A nasty blizzard had laid rest on the area of the school, and the small town of Hogsmeade, closing up the shops until the storm passed.
Laurant's jaw ached in pain from her teeth chattering. The clock beside her bed was ranting cheerily that it was five in the morning. Laurant sat in her bed buried under blankets to block out the cold, afraid to leave her little warm haven for fear she might freeze to death.
Finally slipping on clothes that were aside from her pajamas, Laurant managed to stumble downstairs. Her face flushed with anger, and what she needed to do was find Draco and beat the shit out of him... if that was at all possible.
Kicking the fat lady painting open and jumping out, Laurant was welcomed by lower temperatures. The cold didn't bother her, and she stormed off into the direction of the Slytherin tower. Laurant was amazed she fell asleep last night, thinking about all what was going on.
Laurant turned right, and found herself in a clad of darkness. Since she arrived at this school, darkness had become her enemy. Laurant came to a halt in the middle of the corridor.
"I know you're here, come out you rat bastard." Laurant said to the darkness. As she spoke the corridor became lighter, the window at the end of the hall letting more light in. The school was warming up, trying to fight off the cold.
Laurant looked hastily around, her eyebrows coming together in anger. "I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!" She saw something forming against the wall of the corridor. She whipped her head around, her hair flying madly with the sudden movement.
Of course, there Draco Malfoy was, leaning against the stone wall, watching Laurant. His eyes widened in surprise as she stalked towards him and trapped him against the wall.
"You know what is happening to me don't you?" Laurant said through gritted teeth. "YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Draco put his hand over her mouth and turned her around so that she was against the wall.
"I'd appreciate if you didn't shout. It is a mite early, and I'm not having the best of mornings. Now, if you can tell me calmly and rationally…" Draco removed his hand slowly.
"I know what you're out for, Malfoy." Laurant kept from strangling him till his eyeballs hung from their optic strings. "I don't want to be a part of it. I am not going to be some goddamn fighter for a wizard who I was brought up to hate and fight against."
"What-"
"I'm not the one you want." Laurant reached up for the silver chain that hung around her neck, and ripped it off. The silver pieces fell to the ground like glittering rain, chasing after the small heart. Draco looked down at it for what must've been five minutes, before returning his gaze to Laurant.
Laurant reached in to his pocket and felt for the wand. She brought it out and closed it in his hand, and placed the tip at her neck. "This is Rianne Devant you're looking at Draco, not Laurant, Daughter of Voldemort."
Draco said nothing.
"I'm giving you a free chance to rip Rianne out of this body and let Laurant live. It's her that you want, not me." She dug the tip of Draco's wand deeper into the soft flesh of her neck. "I'm giving you a free shot. It's Laurant you want."
Draco looked down at the silver pieces on the dark blue carpet. He did look up in to the gray eyes that pleaded for him to do what needed to be done.
Laurant thought that Draco would stare at her forever and not do anything with his wand. She was almost relieved when he shifted a bit, but frightened when he leaned in close to her ear.
Draco hesitated. "She wasn't the one I fell in love with." Having said that, he dropped his wand that landed next to the broken necklace, and moved backwards. He raised his hands to show her that there was nothing in them, and walked away.
ib Needless to say, that was very shocking./b
That doesn't cover it. Not at all.
bWell, what are you going to do now?/b
Go and hang myself like Ashley did.
bMy, that does sound inviting, doesn't it?/b
You have no idea.
bWell, I do have an idea that you just made possibly the biggest ass out of yourself./b/i
Laurant looked down at the black wand lying over the silver heart. She brought out her own wand. "Repairo." The silver chain brought itself together, and Laurant picked it up. She was afraid to even touch Draco's wand, but he did need it back, didn't he?
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Draco could've reached down far beyond his throat and rip his larynx out.
iWhy the fucking hell did I do that? It's her fucking fault she came to this school. My life has been a living hell since her appearance.
b You did that because you meant it./b
Shut the fuck up.b
You did mean it though./b
Oh and what the fuck am I supposed to say if she goes and tells everyone? Can't imagine. Draco Malfoy, in love with a girl. How fucking gay does that sound?!b
Insanely gay. You still meant it./b
Draco punched the elegant mirror causing the glass to shatter. The shards of glass cut into his skin, making it bleed, and adding a cut to his face and several to his fist. How the hell can she bother him when she wasn't even around?!
"This is turning into some fucking muggle soap opera." He shouted to the empty room, scaring the photos out of their naps. "FUCK!" Blood was now coming down in small streams down his face. He stormed over to the door to his dormitories and yanked it open. The pupils in his eyes shrank to the size of periods at the end of a sentence.
"You forgot your... wand." Laurant said cautiously, her eyes never leaving the deep crimson blood erasing his face into scarlet oblivion.
Her voice shook him out of his angry revere. Draco wanted to strike her to the ground, and watch her suffer. She might as well have gone inside him and torn out all of his organs with her dark blue fingernails. He stuck out his hand, and took his wand.
"Draco, you're bleeding." Laurant said idiotically. Of course he knew he was bleeding, but she felt she owed him something. At least just to get the guilt off her heart.
Draco only stared at her. His heart was racing. The warm blood streamed down his face, hesitating at his chin, and fell to the ground. His bright blonde hair was stained with it.
He did nothing when Laurant pushed past him and ignored the millions of glass particles on the ground to get a towel that lay carelessly on the floor. That indicated it was taken from the bathroom showers, but was never returned to be washed.
"You pitched quite a fit. Heard you outside." She said quitely.
Draco was afraid that she might touch him. If she did, he was sure he would tear her limbs off. He was still facing the bottom of the stairs, his back to her. When she took his wrist and dragged him over to sit down, he bit his tongue until that began to bleed too.
Part of Laurant couldn't understand why she was here, taking care of the man she wasn't supposed to even go around. The bigger part of her said she should be doing this, like she was in Draco's debt. She put the cloth on Draco's cheek bone, the white towel instantly becoming warm and dark red.
Draco held on to his wand so tightly he was surprised it didn't snap in two. Laurant knelt on the bed to get a better angle in aiding his wound. He closed his eyes and tried to rid the idea of killing her. There was only one other idea to override that one.
She was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt. From the position she sat in, Draco could look over and see down her shirt, as far as he liked. The urge to hurt her was strong, lust wasn't covering it. He was still afraid to touch, and nearly jumped at the sound of her voice.
"The cut is pretty deep, I've got most of the blood to-" She stopped mid-sentence when Draco's hand, the clean one, slid up her shirt. "Draco," She whispered.
The warm, smooth flesh against his skin made him forget all about hurting her. She began to protest, but he cut her off with a harsh kiss.
God, she could kiss. Draco couldn't recall any girl who could kiss like she did. He was stopped, by cold metal striking his right shoulder.
"Now, Draco. I'm disappointed. Not introducing me to such a pretty young girl." A familiar aristocratic voice floated behind Draco.
Laurant looked up and saw what was an aged Draco, same piercing blue eyes with blonde hair falling to his mid back. She and Draco stood at once, a scowl plastered on to Draco's face.
"My apologies father. This is Rianne." He crossed his arms as his father took Lauran'ts hand and squeezed it gently.
"Lucius Malfoy." He dropped her hand and turned to Draco. "You haven't come home for the holidays."
Draco only gazed out the window at the snow. Laurant felt uncomfortable and crossed her own arms.
"I think it's time." Lucius spoke in a long arrogant drawl.
"Time for what?" Draco spat, but before Laurant could divert her attention to him, a cloth was put over her mouth, muffling her screams and sending her into an endless dark.
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Laurant's gray eyes fluttered open to the prodding and poking of a small frightened house elf saying continuously "Oh my" and "Oh dear". The room she was in was large and elegantm with a large fire cackling in the corner. The bed she lay on on her stomach was red velvet. The elf wouldn't stop poking her.
"I'm awake, you can stop." The elf got spooked, it shrieked.
"I'm so sorry missis, His Majesty would like to see you now." The voice was high pitched, and the elf played with the ends of its pillow-case toga.
"His Majesty?" All Laurant wanted to do was find someone she knew, ianyone/i. The place already frightened her. The elf slowly nodded and scurried out of the room. Laurant stared at the door with golden serpent handles until it opened again, the elf waving its feeble hand frantically begging Laurant to follow her.
At first Laurant didn't move, she had to make sure this was actually happening. She stalled, and then stood up, her back working out the knots in audible clicks.
The hall the elf had led her down was dimly lit with torches. Laurant had to keep up with the small elf that might as well have sprinted to the large double doors. It knocked frightfully and ran away when a deep voice came from the opposing side.
"Enter,"
Laurant didn't move. Whatever who or what was behind those black doors, she didn't want to know. Her heartbeat increased rapidly when she touched the cold serpents head, and pulled.
The door didn't move.
Laurant gave another small thrust backward, but the door didn't budge. Light flickered beneath the doors, darkness sliding slowly indicating there was a shadow. A snake's shadow. Laurant let go of the doorknob and moved back. No, she wasn't going in there.
"I ssaid enter."
Laurant tried the door again. Maybe it was another joke. Frustrated, she kicked the door and it flew open. She had to push, not pull.
iWhat a great time to be an idiot, you shithead./i
Laurant gasped. Someone... or someithing/i sat in a large, black throne. It stared at her with its golden eyes, Draco and Lucius Malfoy to his right. Laurant wanted to cry out for help when two Death Eaters seized her, cry out to Draco to save her, but what good will that do? Laurant didn't move under their harsh grip.
"Handle her caaarefully." The thing spoke, bearing its fangs.
Fangs? What the hell?
The hooded Death Eaters did loosen their grip a bit, but not enough for Laurant to escape, and brought her towards the snake/human that sat upon its throne. Laurant cast another longing glance to Draco, and she assumed he didn't notice.
But he did. And he didn't like the state she was in. Laurant was frightened, and undoubtedly confused by the situation, but of course it would be out of line to do anything.
The thing stood up and approached Laurant. It traced its long fingernails over her face.
"My sweet daughter, how I've longed to see your face."
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It struck Harry with such force it knocked the wind out of him. His scar lit with pain, sending him to the ground, sprawling with pain. When it settled, Harry's green eyes flew open and he said one, simple name.
"Rianne."
Whatever it was, the feeling was too strong to be ignored. Harry called up the girls' dormitories, hoping for some kind of answer. He ran out of Gryffindor tower, and to Albus Dumbledore's office.
Harry didn't need to say anything. The gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office flew out of the way, and Harry didn't pause to wonder why it did. When he reached the large circular room, panting and gasping for air, Dumbledore only waited until he could be heard above Harry's attempt for air.
"Harry, I need you to close your eyes and think hard about what Laurant was doing last time you saw her." Of course, Albus knew what was going on. Harry began to speak, but he silenced him with a rise of his wrinkled palm. "I know, Harry. Do as I say, everything is up to you now."
i No pressure, then./i
Harry closed his eyes, groping for the last memory of Laurant. He instantly had a picture of her resting on Draco's chest. He grimaced, but held the memory. Albus Dumbledore put something around his neck, and Harry was shunned by a quick gust of wind.
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Voldemort's hands were icy cold, veiling Laurant with a sickly pale.
"My life, my sweet, sssweet flesh and blood." Laurant noticed the Death Eaters have fled to the small flock on the side of the room. She desperately tried sending a vibe to Draco, i Help me. Help me. Help me, you motherfucker, don't just stand there./i then redirected them to anyone that icould/i help her.
Oh say for instance, the boy who stopped Voldemort once, and maybe could do it again. That's who she needed.
"You've preserved me for ssso long. Daddy needs his life back, you make him ssstrong." Voldemort took Laurant's wrist and one of his overgrown fingernails and dragged it across Laurant's skin. Her father ran his cold flesh over the drawn blood, making it instantly disappear.
i Wonderful. My father puts up this elegant, giant room for me to stay in for five minutes so I could prepare for him to kill me. Great, yeah, that's logical for a psychotic wizard, right?/i
Laurant felt weaker. The need to sleep was unbearable. One last time she issued another glimpse to Draco, pleading for help.
He pretended not to notice.
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Harry fell hard. His shoulder impacted the ground, not hard enough to break, but enough to let him lay there until the sharp pains of agony ceased to a minimum. Adjusting his glasses before sitting up, Harry held tight to his wand and leaned against the wall for support. Where he was, he couldn't comprehend quite yet. The pain had caused the world to stir into a blur. When his vision steadied, his heart layered in a coating of ice.
The town he had landed in was gray and deserted. It had the characteristics of a town; small cottages and shops. There must have been some kind of grand festival to drag all its citizens away, and Harry would rather be there than here. The site of the town just was depressing.
Harry considered calling out Laurant's name, but thought better of it. He craned his neck to overview the rest of the town, double checking to make sure there was no one around. He took a step forward, and almost cried out in pain. His ankle got a taste of the fall also.
"Alright, where ever you are hiding, Rianne, come out quickly." Harry's green eyes, now welling up with tears from the pain, drifted and followed the sound of a young girls' cry. The source of the outcry came from the east, and Harry realized the wind had carried the sound further. The sound made his blood run like liquid ice.
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Laurant watched in mingled horror as the woman Death Eater fell to the ground and writhed in pain; finally put out of her misery when Voldemort cast a final spell after her ejaculation. The hood still left her anonymous.
The woman had spoken out of line, and her words, though somewhat incoherent, rang in Laurant's head: i"This is wrong."/i
"Take her to her room." Voldemort was on the verge of shouting. Two shocked Death Eaters, their hoods still concealing their identity, took Laurant gently. They didn't need to exert much force, Laurant felt weak. So weak.
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i"Heal me. I begged and love said no. Leave me for dead and let me go. Kill me. I cried and love said no. Kill me. I cried and love said no."/i Laurant hummed the rest of what she didn't know of the song. Her fingernail traced the intricate designs on her pillow. Laurant was back in what was supposed to be her room. Singing helped filter the thoughts, not letting them all come at once.
But hell, she had enough to think about.
Above all things, Laurant wanted to know what time it was. Like she had some important engagement to go to besides her father's, Voldemort's, large mansion on the side of some hill. If it was on a hill.
Laurant didn't feel the strength to get up and move aside the blood red drapes that must've kept out the light of the outdoors. Nor did she feel the strength to move at all when the door to her room opened and let more dark robes with legs come in.
The visitor pushed his hood off of his head. And Laurant promised herself when she got her strength back, she would permanently remove those blue eyes from their sockets. For now, she couldn't do anything when Draco sat beside her on her large bed.
"How are you feeling?" He asked hesitantly. Laurant wanted to spit on him. She groped for another song to play over in her head. Instead her voice decieved her.
"He didn't kill me." The statement was roughly a question. Laurant found what was left of her strength and sat up. She felt awkward laying down and trying to watch what Draco was doing.
"He is. Slowly." Draco reached out to touch her but she jerked away. iAnswers first, then you can do what you want with her./i "He can't draw his strength from you all at once, the force would kill Him. Once every three or four days is safely the way he would..."
"And I'm assuming there's no stopping him." Laurant said softly, still looking at those closed drapes. Her pride wouldn't let her tell anyone that she was afraid. Afraid that her own father was going to annihilate the world because she gave up fighting and let him take his life out of her, bringing hers with it. Draco's silence approved her statement to be correct.
Both sat in silence, Draco watching Laurant, Laurant watching fixedly at the immoble drapes. Not ten minutes had passed before Laurant couldn't hold it in the more she thought about it. The fear of dying covered the fear to cry. At first Draco didn't notice, but when she sniffed and buried her face in her arms, he froze.
Draco was clueless as of what to do. He wasn't even supposed to be in here, that was already his head if Voldemort found out. He felt like an idiot, sitting there and watching Voldemort's daughter spill tears. Of course she was upset. Come to think of it, anyone would be if the fate of many innocent men and women rest on his or her shoulders.
And of course, it wasn't like he wanted her to die.
Draco wavered a bit before reaching out and taking her into his arms. She didn't struggle. Laurant was merely glad to have Draco sit there, his chin resting atop her dark head; Laurant was glad someone she knew was even present.
Draco hated how she fit perfectly in his arms. Why did he come in here? Oh yeah, to fuck 'er and get the hell out. He breathed heavily out of his nose in pure frustration. He fell for her like a dog would do mindless tricks for a scrap of meat.
Looking down, Draco could see why he fell for her. A handful of his dark robes was gathered up in her small hand, her tears glinting red and orange from the flames of the fire. Her gray eyes didn't have the little spark of light, they were blank. When they closed, the barrier opened and out came a flood of more tears. Draco took notice that the locket he gave her was back around her neck. He reached up and brushed her tears away with his thumb.
"You're not supposed to be here," It was obvious, too clear to ignore. "You're going to get in trouble," Laurant put it mildly.
"Should know by now, that you're only in trouble if you get caught." Draco whispered back, fully relieved when Laurant smiled a little.
iNow?
b Not yet, you idiot. She's too vulnerable/b/i
"You should probably go," Laurant spoke hoarsely. Draco's eyes widened.
"No," He answered immediately. By now, Draco knew what she was vulnerable to, and that was sweet-talking his way into her. She looked up at his face. "I'm not leaving you." His face was millimeters away from hers. Draco closed the space with his lips.
More tears spilled from Laurant's eyes and she wrapped her arms around his neck. iAdmit it girl, you've fallen for this kid./i Laurant ignored what told her this, and ran her hands over Draco's face. There she felt the small scar that had formed after the glass had cut into his skin.
ibYou know this may be the last time you could be able to kiss her, don't you?/b
Big deal. There are more women, I'll get over it.
bHa, like hell you will. Tell us now, Draco, how do you feel about Rianne now?/b
Shut up.
b Just give us an answer./b/i
Draco felt the warm tears against his cheek. They weren't his, Laurant began to cry again. He wished she would fucking stop.
bi Well, we're waiting Draco./b
I love her. I fucking love her.
bGood boy./b
Are you fucking satisfied?b
For now./i/b
Draco crushed his lips into Laurant's, satisfied when she moaned. What scared them both out of the kiss, however, was the quick turn of the doorknob/serpent to Laurant's door. Both of them froze and stared at the door in silent horror. The doorknob desisted its turns, and whatever was behind it shuffled down the hall. Draco looked down at Laurant and smiled.
"That was fucking close," Draco said huskily. Both of them laughed nervously before falling back to the kiss.
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Draco stared at the fire silently. Laurant had fallen asleep, her hand on his heart. Disappointingly, both were fully clothed. How that came to be, was still a mystery. The bigger mystery though, was how comfortable he felt just holding Laurant in his arms, how content he felt. This wasn't the Malfoy way.
i She's gonna be the death of me./i
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A/N: Sorry for the shortage of a chapter. I'll make up for it, I promise. I think I totally distorted the character of Draco, though. = Well, review.
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Hogwarts school had become incredibly cold overnight. The windows were caked with frost, not allowing the captives to peer outside. A nasty blizzard had laid rest on the area of the school, and the small town of Hogsmeade, closing up the shops until the storm passed.
Laurant's jaw ached in pain from her teeth chattering. The clock beside her bed was ranting cheerily that it was five in the morning. Laurant sat in her bed buried under blankets to block out the cold, afraid to leave her little warm haven for fear she might freeze to death.
Finally slipping on clothes that were aside from her pajamas, Laurant managed to stumble downstairs. Her face flushed with anger, and what she needed to do was find Draco and beat the shit out of him... if that was at all possible.
Kicking the fat lady painting open and jumping out, Laurant was welcomed by lower temperatures. The cold didn't bother her, and she stormed off into the direction of the Slytherin tower. Laurant was amazed she fell asleep last night, thinking about all what was going on.
Laurant turned right, and found herself in a clad of darkness. Since she arrived at this school, darkness had become her enemy. Laurant came to a halt in the middle of the corridor.
"I know you're here, come out you rat bastard." Laurant said to the darkness. As she spoke the corridor became lighter, the window at the end of the hall letting more light in. The school was warming up, trying to fight off the cold.
Laurant looked hastily around, her eyebrows coming together in anger. "I KNOW YOU'RE HERE!" She saw something forming against the wall of the corridor. She whipped her head around, her hair flying madly with the sudden movement.
Of course, there Draco Malfoy was, leaning against the stone wall, watching Laurant. His eyes widened in surprise as she stalked towards him and trapped him against the wall.
"You know what is happening to me don't you?" Laurant said through gritted teeth. "YOU KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Draco put his hand over her mouth and turned her around so that she was against the wall.
"I'd appreciate if you didn't shout. It is a mite early, and I'm not having the best of mornings. Now, if you can tell me calmly and rationally…" Draco removed his hand slowly.
"I know what you're out for, Malfoy." Laurant kept from strangling him till his eyeballs hung from their optic strings. "I don't want to be a part of it. I am not going to be some goddamn fighter for a wizard who I was brought up to hate and fight against."
"What-"
"I'm not the one you want." Laurant reached up for the silver chain that hung around her neck, and ripped it off. The silver pieces fell to the ground like glittering rain, chasing after the small heart. Draco looked down at it for what must've been five minutes, before returning his gaze to Laurant.
Laurant reached in to his pocket and felt for the wand. She brought it out and closed it in his hand, and placed the tip at her neck. "This is Rianne Devant you're looking at Draco, not Laurant, Daughter of Voldemort."
Draco said nothing.
"I'm giving you a free chance to rip Rianne out of this body and let Laurant live. It's her that you want, not me." She dug the tip of Draco's wand deeper into the soft flesh of her neck. "I'm giving you a free shot. It's Laurant you want."
Draco looked down at the silver pieces on the dark blue carpet. He did look up in to the gray eyes that pleaded for him to do what needed to be done.
Laurant thought that Draco would stare at her forever and not do anything with his wand. She was almost relieved when he shifted a bit, but frightened when he leaned in close to her ear.
Draco hesitated. "She wasn't the one I fell in love with." Having said that, he dropped his wand that landed next to the broken necklace, and moved backwards. He raised his hands to show her that there was nothing in them, and walked away.
ib Needless to say, that was very shocking./b
That doesn't cover it. Not at all.
bWell, what are you going to do now?/b
Go and hang myself like Ashley did.
bMy, that does sound inviting, doesn't it?/b
You have no idea.
bWell, I do have an idea that you just made possibly the biggest ass out of yourself./b/i
Laurant looked down at the black wand lying over the silver heart. She brought out her own wand. "Repairo." The silver chain brought itself together, and Laurant picked it up. She was afraid to even touch Draco's wand, but he did need it back, didn't he?
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Draco could've reached down far beyond his throat and rip his larynx out.
iWhy the fucking hell did I do that? It's her fucking fault she came to this school. My life has been a living hell since her appearance.
b You did that because you meant it./b
Shut the fuck up.b
You did mean it though./b
Oh and what the fuck am I supposed to say if she goes and tells everyone? Can't imagine. Draco Malfoy, in love with a girl. How fucking gay does that sound?!b
Insanely gay. You still meant it./b
Draco punched the elegant mirror causing the glass to shatter. The shards of glass cut into his skin, making it bleed, and adding a cut to his face and several to his fist. How the hell can she bother him when she wasn't even around?!
"This is turning into some fucking muggle soap opera." He shouted to the empty room, scaring the photos out of their naps. "FUCK!" Blood was now coming down in small streams down his face. He stormed over to the door to his dormitories and yanked it open. The pupils in his eyes shrank to the size of periods at the end of a sentence.
"You forgot your... wand." Laurant said cautiously, her eyes never leaving the deep crimson blood erasing his face into scarlet oblivion.
Her voice shook him out of his angry revere. Draco wanted to strike her to the ground, and watch her suffer. She might as well have gone inside him and torn out all of his organs with her dark blue fingernails. He stuck out his hand, and took his wand.
"Draco, you're bleeding." Laurant said idiotically. Of course he knew he was bleeding, but she felt she owed him something. At least just to get the guilt off her heart.
Draco only stared at her. His heart was racing. The warm blood streamed down his face, hesitating at his chin, and fell to the ground. His bright blonde hair was stained with it.
He did nothing when Laurant pushed past him and ignored the millions of glass particles on the ground to get a towel that lay carelessly on the floor. That indicated it was taken from the bathroom showers, but was never returned to be washed.
"You pitched quite a fit. Heard you outside." She said quitely.
Draco was afraid that she might touch him. If she did, he was sure he would tear her limbs off. He was still facing the bottom of the stairs, his back to her. When she took his wrist and dragged him over to sit down, he bit his tongue until that began to bleed too.
Part of Laurant couldn't understand why she was here, taking care of the man she wasn't supposed to even go around. The bigger part of her said she should be doing this, like she was in Draco's debt. She put the cloth on Draco's cheek bone, the white towel instantly becoming warm and dark red.
Draco held on to his wand so tightly he was surprised it didn't snap in two. Laurant knelt on the bed to get a better angle in aiding his wound. He closed his eyes and tried to rid the idea of killing her. There was only one other idea to override that one.
She was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt. From the position she sat in, Draco could look over and see down her shirt, as far as he liked. The urge to hurt her was strong, lust wasn't covering it. He was still afraid to touch, and nearly jumped at the sound of her voice.
"The cut is pretty deep, I've got most of the blood to-" She stopped mid-sentence when Draco's hand, the clean one, slid up her shirt. "Draco," She whispered.
The warm, smooth flesh against his skin made him forget all about hurting her. She began to protest, but he cut her off with a harsh kiss.
God, she could kiss. Draco couldn't recall any girl who could kiss like she did. He was stopped, by cold metal striking his right shoulder.
"Now, Draco. I'm disappointed. Not introducing me to such a pretty young girl." A familiar aristocratic voice floated behind Draco.
Laurant looked up and saw what was an aged Draco, same piercing blue eyes with blonde hair falling to his mid back. She and Draco stood at once, a scowl plastered on to Draco's face.
"My apologies father. This is Rianne." He crossed his arms as his father took Lauran'ts hand and squeezed it gently.
"Lucius Malfoy." He dropped her hand and turned to Draco. "You haven't come home for the holidays."
Draco only gazed out the window at the snow. Laurant felt uncomfortable and crossed her own arms.
"I think it's time." Lucius spoke in a long arrogant drawl.
"Time for what?" Draco spat, but before Laurant could divert her attention to him, a cloth was put over her mouth, muffling her screams and sending her into an endless dark.
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Laurant's gray eyes fluttered open to the prodding and poking of a small frightened house elf saying continuously "Oh my" and "Oh dear". The room she was in was large and elegantm with a large fire cackling in the corner. The bed she lay on on her stomach was red velvet. The elf wouldn't stop poking her.
"I'm awake, you can stop." The elf got spooked, it shrieked.
"I'm so sorry missis, His Majesty would like to see you now." The voice was high pitched, and the elf played with the ends of its pillow-case toga.
"His Majesty?" All Laurant wanted to do was find someone she knew, ianyone/i. The place already frightened her. The elf slowly nodded and scurried out of the room. Laurant stared at the door with golden serpent handles until it opened again, the elf waving its feeble hand frantically begging Laurant to follow her.
At first Laurant didn't move, she had to make sure this was actually happening. She stalled, and then stood up, her back working out the knots in audible clicks.
The hall the elf had led her down was dimly lit with torches. Laurant had to keep up with the small elf that might as well have sprinted to the large double doors. It knocked frightfully and ran away when a deep voice came from the opposing side.
"Enter,"
Laurant didn't move. Whatever who or what was behind those black doors, she didn't want to know. Her heartbeat increased rapidly when she touched the cold serpents head, and pulled.
The door didn't move.
Laurant gave another small thrust backward, but the door didn't budge. Light flickered beneath the doors, darkness sliding slowly indicating there was a shadow. A snake's shadow. Laurant let go of the doorknob and moved back. No, she wasn't going in there.
"I ssaid enter."
Laurant tried the door again. Maybe it was another joke. Frustrated, she kicked the door and it flew open. She had to push, not pull.
iWhat a great time to be an idiot, you shithead./i
Laurant gasped. Someone... or someithing/i sat in a large, black throne. It stared at her with its golden eyes, Draco and Lucius Malfoy to his right. Laurant wanted to cry out for help when two Death Eaters seized her, cry out to Draco to save her, but what good will that do? Laurant didn't move under their harsh grip.
"Handle her caaarefully." The thing spoke, bearing its fangs.
Fangs? What the hell?
The hooded Death Eaters did loosen their grip a bit, but not enough for Laurant to escape, and brought her towards the snake/human that sat upon its throne. Laurant cast another longing glance to Draco, and she assumed he didn't notice.
But he did. And he didn't like the state she was in. Laurant was frightened, and undoubtedly confused by the situation, but of course it would be out of line to do anything.
The thing stood up and approached Laurant. It traced its long fingernails over her face.
"My sweet daughter, how I've longed to see your face."
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It struck Harry with such force it knocked the wind out of him. His scar lit with pain, sending him to the ground, sprawling with pain. When it settled, Harry's green eyes flew open and he said one, simple name.
"Rianne."
Whatever it was, the feeling was too strong to be ignored. Harry called up the girls' dormitories, hoping for some kind of answer. He ran out of Gryffindor tower, and to Albus Dumbledore's office.
Harry didn't need to say anything. The gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's office flew out of the way, and Harry didn't pause to wonder why it did. When he reached the large circular room, panting and gasping for air, Dumbledore only waited until he could be heard above Harry's attempt for air.
"Harry, I need you to close your eyes and think hard about what Laurant was doing last time you saw her." Of course, Albus knew what was going on. Harry began to speak, but he silenced him with a rise of his wrinkled palm. "I know, Harry. Do as I say, everything is up to you now."
i No pressure, then./i
Harry closed his eyes, groping for the last memory of Laurant. He instantly had a picture of her resting on Draco's chest. He grimaced, but held the memory. Albus Dumbledore put something around his neck, and Harry was shunned by a quick gust of wind.
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Voldemort's hands were icy cold, veiling Laurant with a sickly pale.
"My life, my sweet, sssweet flesh and blood." Laurant noticed the Death Eaters have fled to the small flock on the side of the room. She desperately tried sending a vibe to Draco, i Help me. Help me. Help me, you motherfucker, don't just stand there./i then redirected them to anyone that icould/i help her.
Oh say for instance, the boy who stopped Voldemort once, and maybe could do it again. That's who she needed.
"You've preserved me for ssso long. Daddy needs his life back, you make him ssstrong." Voldemort took Laurant's wrist and one of his overgrown fingernails and dragged it across Laurant's skin. Her father ran his cold flesh over the drawn blood, making it instantly disappear.
i Wonderful. My father puts up this elegant, giant room for me to stay in for five minutes so I could prepare for him to kill me. Great, yeah, that's logical for a psychotic wizard, right?/i
Laurant felt weaker. The need to sleep was unbearable. One last time she issued another glimpse to Draco, pleading for help.
He pretended not to notice.
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Harry fell hard. His shoulder impacted the ground, not hard enough to break, but enough to let him lay there until the sharp pains of agony ceased to a minimum. Adjusting his glasses before sitting up, Harry held tight to his wand and leaned against the wall for support. Where he was, he couldn't comprehend quite yet. The pain had caused the world to stir into a blur. When his vision steadied, his heart layered in a coating of ice.
The town he had landed in was gray and deserted. It had the characteristics of a town; small cottages and shops. There must have been some kind of grand festival to drag all its citizens away, and Harry would rather be there than here. The site of the town just was depressing.
Harry considered calling out Laurant's name, but thought better of it. He craned his neck to overview the rest of the town, double checking to make sure there was no one around. He took a step forward, and almost cried out in pain. His ankle got a taste of the fall also.
"Alright, where ever you are hiding, Rianne, come out quickly." Harry's green eyes, now welling up with tears from the pain, drifted and followed the sound of a young girls' cry. The source of the outcry came from the east, and Harry realized the wind had carried the sound further. The sound made his blood run like liquid ice.
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Laurant watched in mingled horror as the woman Death Eater fell to the ground and writhed in pain; finally put out of her misery when Voldemort cast a final spell after her ejaculation. The hood still left her anonymous.
The woman had spoken out of line, and her words, though somewhat incoherent, rang in Laurant's head: i"This is wrong."/i
"Take her to her room." Voldemort was on the verge of shouting. Two shocked Death Eaters, their hoods still concealing their identity, took Laurant gently. They didn't need to exert much force, Laurant felt weak. So weak.
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i"Heal me. I begged and love said no. Leave me for dead and let me go. Kill me. I cried and love said no. Kill me. I cried and love said no."/i Laurant hummed the rest of what she didn't know of the song. Her fingernail traced the intricate designs on her pillow. Laurant was back in what was supposed to be her room. Singing helped filter the thoughts, not letting them all come at once.
But hell, she had enough to think about.
Above all things, Laurant wanted to know what time it was. Like she had some important engagement to go to besides her father's, Voldemort's, large mansion on the side of some hill. If it was on a hill.
Laurant didn't feel the strength to get up and move aside the blood red drapes that must've kept out the light of the outdoors. Nor did she feel the strength to move at all when the door to her room opened and let more dark robes with legs come in.
The visitor pushed his hood off of his head. And Laurant promised herself when she got her strength back, she would permanently remove those blue eyes from their sockets. For now, she couldn't do anything when Draco sat beside her on her large bed.
"How are you feeling?" He asked hesitantly. Laurant wanted to spit on him. She groped for another song to play over in her head. Instead her voice decieved her.
"He didn't kill me." The statement was roughly a question. Laurant found what was left of her strength and sat up. She felt awkward laying down and trying to watch what Draco was doing.
"He is. Slowly." Draco reached out to touch her but she jerked away. iAnswers first, then you can do what you want with her./i "He can't draw his strength from you all at once, the force would kill Him. Once every three or four days is safely the way he would..."
"And I'm assuming there's no stopping him." Laurant said softly, still looking at those closed drapes. Her pride wouldn't let her tell anyone that she was afraid. Afraid that her own father was going to annihilate the world because she gave up fighting and let him take his life out of her, bringing hers with it. Draco's silence approved her statement to be correct.
Both sat in silence, Draco watching Laurant, Laurant watching fixedly at the immoble drapes. Not ten minutes had passed before Laurant couldn't hold it in the more she thought about it. The fear of dying covered the fear to cry. At first Draco didn't notice, but when she sniffed and buried her face in her arms, he froze.
Draco was clueless as of what to do. He wasn't even supposed to be in here, that was already his head if Voldemort found out. He felt like an idiot, sitting there and watching Voldemort's daughter spill tears. Of course she was upset. Come to think of it, anyone would be if the fate of many innocent men and women rest on his or her shoulders.
And of course, it wasn't like he wanted her to die.
Draco wavered a bit before reaching out and taking her into his arms. She didn't struggle. Laurant was merely glad to have Draco sit there, his chin resting atop her dark head; Laurant was glad someone she knew was even present.
Draco hated how she fit perfectly in his arms. Why did he come in here? Oh yeah, to fuck 'er and get the hell out. He breathed heavily out of his nose in pure frustration. He fell for her like a dog would do mindless tricks for a scrap of meat.
Looking down, Draco could see why he fell for her. A handful of his dark robes was gathered up in her small hand, her tears glinting red and orange from the flames of the fire. Her gray eyes didn't have the little spark of light, they were blank. When they closed, the barrier opened and out came a flood of more tears. Draco took notice that the locket he gave her was back around her neck. He reached up and brushed her tears away with his thumb.
"You're not supposed to be here," It was obvious, too clear to ignore. "You're going to get in trouble," Laurant put it mildly.
"Should know by now, that you're only in trouble if you get caught." Draco whispered back, fully relieved when Laurant smiled a little.
iNow?
b Not yet, you idiot. She's too vulnerable/b/i
"You should probably go," Laurant spoke hoarsely. Draco's eyes widened.
"No," He answered immediately. By now, Draco knew what she was vulnerable to, and that was sweet-talking his way into her. She looked up at his face. "I'm not leaving you." His face was millimeters away from hers. Draco closed the space with his lips.
More tears spilled from Laurant's eyes and she wrapped her arms around his neck. iAdmit it girl, you've fallen for this kid./i Laurant ignored what told her this, and ran her hands over Draco's face. There she felt the small scar that had formed after the glass had cut into his skin.
ibYou know this may be the last time you could be able to kiss her, don't you?/b
Big deal. There are more women, I'll get over it.
bHa, like hell you will. Tell us now, Draco, how do you feel about Rianne now?/b
Shut up.
b Just give us an answer./b/i
Draco felt the warm tears against his cheek. They weren't his, Laurant began to cry again. He wished she would fucking stop.
bi Well, we're waiting Draco./b
I love her. I fucking love her.
bGood boy./b
Are you fucking satisfied?b
For now./i/b
Draco crushed his lips into Laurant's, satisfied when she moaned. What scared them both out of the kiss, however, was the quick turn of the doorknob/serpent to Laurant's door. Both of them froze and stared at the door in silent horror. The doorknob desisted its turns, and whatever was behind it shuffled down the hall. Draco looked down at Laurant and smiled.
"That was fucking close," Draco said huskily. Both of them laughed nervously before falling back to the kiss.
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Draco stared at the fire silently. Laurant had fallen asleep, her hand on his heart. Disappointingly, both were fully clothed. How that came to be, was still a mystery. The bigger mystery though, was how comfortable he felt just holding Laurant in his arms, how content he felt. This wasn't the Malfoy way.
i She's gonna be the death of me./i
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A/N: Sorry for the shortage of a chapter. I'll make up for it, I promise. I think I totally distorted the character of Draco, though. = Well, review.
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