When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
John Dryden
Chapter 2-The Two Sided Reverie
Misty screamed at the bathroom mirror furiously while holding her hair back from her face. She suddenly stopped and took a look at herself for what she really looked like; a woman with red puffy eyes and an attraction toward chaos. She thought incredulously that she was being completely ridiculous and childish which was surprisingly enough out of character for her. She was a practical woman but was never one for pressure. That was something she was always self conscious about.
The blond haired woman wiped her eyes with a tissue she found in the corner of the level two bathroom and preceded to pull a lipstick out of her cloak. One might wonder how she kept so many things in her cloak and boots but not many people stopped and noticed the strange things that Misty Lewis did on a regular basis. Misty carefully applied the lipstick to her rose colored lips and took her last look in the mirror. She then waltzed out of the women's bathroom feeling considerably better. As she walked down the endless isles of cubicles a tall man with long platinum blond hair to his shoulders ran into Misty head on knocking her to the ground. He immediately bent down to pull her up by her arms quite forcefully.
"Lewis, what a pleasant surprise! I haven't seen that beautiful face of yours in years." he said smoothly while his eyes flashes discretely over her body.
"Since Hogwarts to be exact, Malfoy." she said simply with an edge in her voice.
"Please let me buy you a drink at the Leaky Cauldron, it's the least I can do. Catch up on lost time mabie?" he asked, which was really less of a question and more of a command.
"I will most definitely not. I have much more pressing matters to deal with so if you will excuse me it would be greatly appreciated." she snapped coldly and preceded to walk the rest of the way to the elevator. Just before she stepped on to it she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"You'll regret that Lewis!"
Misty just rolled her eyes and stepped onto the elevator without missing a beat.
Misty seated herself in a back booth of the musty Leaky Cauldron deep in thought about her encounter with Malfoy. She thought about what he had said to her and old memories that had at one time been predominantly on her mind. You'll regret that, Lewis! Like hell I will, she mused with distaste. She then leaned in the corner of the red leather seat and began to daydream of the one day that quaked in her heart and made her smile in remembrance.
"Alright, now we are going to spit up into groups of four for the final research paper. Remember it is five feet long and not an inch shorter you hear?" squeaked Professor Flitwick.
"I have decided to designate your groups so don't get up." he added just as people began to rise from their desks. The miniature man picked up a roll of parchment off of his desk and began to read off names.
"Lupin, Prewett, Pettigrew, and Barett; go to the left corner when I dismiss you."
"Lewis, Black, Potter, and Evans; go to the right corner when I tell you."
When this was said James Potter and glanced over at Lily Evans with a huge silly grin on his face. Sirius Black, who was sitting behind him, smacked him on the head good naturally. The moment Flitwick had finished reading off the names people got up and went to their respective places in the classroom. In the back of the class, a girl with long blond wavy hair got up and began to place all of her thing in an acid green bag the size of a small child. Meanwhile Sirius and James moved to the right corner whispering something at a rapid pace. Lily Evans bid fairwell to her friends with a pained look of someone who had just eaten something especially nasty.
"Evans looking beautiful as always." remarked James when Lily drug her feet to the corner.
"Sure, Potter." she said without looking at him. After years of insulting James when he complemented, she had been worn down so now a days she just gave him her usual response of "Sure, Potter" when ever he talked to her.
"Hogsmeade is tomorrow and no one has asked you to go with them, so you can go with me. What do you say Evans?" he said with the abandon of someone who didn't care if she had someone ask her already or not.
"Sure, Potter." she replied she figured she might as well give the guy a break just to shut him up.
"Really?" he sounded completely surprised that his plan had worked.
"Yes, Potter! No shut up before I change my mind." she exclaimed exasperated finally looking at James.
James sat down on the ground with a dazed look on his face. He looked back up at Lily and motioned for her to sit down by him. She and Sirius both sat down on either side of James. James turned toward Lily and smiled. He leaned toward her and as casually as he could, put his arm around her while Lily began a conversation. He just stared at her emerald green eyes until Sirius nudged him in the ribs.
"What?" he asked irritably.
"Look who's also in our group." Sirius said while pointing toward the wavy blond girl who was struggling to carry her large bag over to the corner to which she was assigned. It would have been a very funny sight to see if she didn't have a look of absolute frustration. When she finally made it she dropped her bag down, which made the ground move slightly, and sat on top it.
"How's it going?" she said with a smile on her face. When she saw that the three of them were just staring at her, her smile quickly disappeared. Wow, tough crowd, she thought. She knew that James and Sirus were the most popular guys in school but she figured them to be more sociable than this.
"What is in your bag?" Lily asked while poking the bag, half expecting it to bite back. The blue eyed girl sighed and began listing what was exactly in her bag.
"Books, quills, ink, cloak, notes, homework, an assortment of lipstick, parchment, a gift, money, and an extra change of clothes." she said nonchalantly.
"Expecting to lose all you belongings in an explosion?" James asked.
"No, I just don't want to go back to the common room to get anything during the day." the enormous bag girl said seriously.
James and Lily shrugged and continued their discussion of what they should do their research project on. Or rather Lily talked and James stared. Sirus winked and congratulated him under his breath. Sirus then turned to the other girl before him.
"So do you have a name bag lady?" he asked charmingly.
"Well, I'm beginning to get rather attached to Bag Lady, but my name is Misty Lewis. You really should know at least my last name since we've had this class together for the last nine months. Tut, tut, what a disappointment." she replied jokingly. Sirus laughed and then pondered seriously.
"You always sit in the back of the class and I'm always doing something goofy with James so...........plus I'm really bad with names. By the way my name is Si....."
"I know your name, Sirius. And your reputation might I add." Misty replied slyly.
"What exactly have you heard?" he asked also slyly.
"Things." she said dryly.
Before Sirus could answer the bell rang to signal the end of class. James and Lily walked out of the classroom with James' arm around her waist. Misty got up and picked up her bag. She placed it on the nearest desk and dug round in it for her cloak. When she found it after about five minutes of rummaging, she pulled it out and was about to put it on when Sirius stopped her. Misty hadn't even known that he was still in the classroom.
"Let me do that." he said smoothly.
He gently took the cloak from her hands. She looked around wide eyed as he draped it on her shoulders. He pulled her around to face him and tugged the cloak all the way around her. She had never had a man touch her with such tenderness before. It was a completely new sensation to feel, a kind of protectiveness around her. Even though it was just the act of helping her put on her cloak on, it scared her in ways she never knew she could feel. When he was done they just looked at each other not moving at all. They just soaked up the sensuality in the moment that really neither of them had felt before. She stared at his grey eyes and dark hair and wondered if this is what real intimacy felt like. Sirius reached out to touch her face but before he reached it a tall boy with white blond hair walked in the classroom. He scanned the room and spotted Misty and Sirus standing in the corner of the room.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, BLACK!" he yelled with an authority that would make the earth tremble.
"What ever I do is none of your concern, Malfoy!" he yelled back clearly irritated at the interruption.
"It is when you are touching my girl!" he snapped back.
Lucius Malfoy strode forward and took a hold of Misty's arm before she knew it. All the feelings she felt with Black were abandoned when she realized the kind of cruelty await her. A look of terror washed over her face and Sirius felt real concern for the girl's safety. He noticed the forcefulness that Malfoy drug her out of the room. Misty turned around with the countenance of someone who excepted what lay before her and gave Black one last look.
"Black." she said nodding her head.
"Lewis." he answered with a worried expression on his handsome face.
And with that Misty left with Malfoy out of the room.
Misty glanced at the man that had dominated her life since her first year at Hogwarts and turned away in disgust. What had she been thinking? Didn't she know that there was something real and better out there? No, she hadn't. He father had been a supreme disappointment, never really acting like a real father should toward someone that was growing into a real person. And now her first real boyfriend of seven years was taking control of her life before she had a chance to claim it as her own. Was she doomed to endure this torture of men that met less than the usual standards? As Misty thought about the nightmare her life had become, Malfoy turned and forcefully pulled her into a spare classroom. It was completely sparse with the exception of a few desks and pieces of parchment that littered the floor. Lucius threw her on the ground and began to unbuckle his pants.
"Oh God no, please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Lucius. Forgive me!" she wailed in a last attempt to keep her virginity. Even though she and Lucius had been together since they pretty much met they had never had sex. That's not to say he didn't try but each time, Misty refused him with her quite dignity. Why he never made her before now was anybody's guess but Misty liked to think that he figured that she would break up with him if he did. Now he thought that he had full control over her.
"This is the last time you betray me Misty. I will not be tolerant of you frolicking with other men let alone Black." he stated with his white hot anger.
"I wasn't I swear......" she started.
"I don't want to hear it Misty! I have waited far to long fo this. I figured that you would get over this not wanting to touch me thing but it seems that I have to teach what a real man need to be treated like." he said while continuing to pull off his pants but leaving his white silk shirt on. He got on his knees and bent over Misty looking into her eyes.
"I have to get in the mood." he said just before kissing her roughly on the mouth and getting in between her legs. He then stopped promptly and proceeded to take off her skirt and panties. He took himself and guided it to her opening. Then with a thrust he was half way in. Misty cried out in pain that was almost unbearable. This couldn't be what this is like for all women is it she thought.
"Put your legs in the air.' he instructed. Misty felt foolish as she did as Lucius told her and he began to pull in and out of her going farther in each time. The pain was almost unbearable for her and each time he went in she winced and whimpered. But after five minutes of this torture the sharp pain inside of her began to subside and now each time he thrust it felt better. Lucius, sensing that the war was now over began to go faster and much rougher and then he finally stopped all together. He pulled out and looked at the mess on his shirt.
"Shit." he said while looking at the bloody stain that was on the bottom of it. He pulled on his pants and swept his deep black cloak around himself to hide the blood stain. He took one last look at the first woman that he gave himself to and smiled at the thought of his newly acquired manhood. With that he glided out of the room leaving Misty on the wooden floor half naked and shaking.
Misty just sat there thinking that all she was was a used up whore that belonged to Lucius Malfoy. She shuddered at the memory of what if felt like to have him ravage her. She had never felt so hatred toward one person in all her life but all she could think about was did she deserve it. What if I hadn't lingered with Black. Then this wouldn't have happened, she thought while pulling a tissue out of her bag. She dabbed herself realizing that she was still sore and that she had bled quite a bit. Damn Malfoy for being so rough with her.
Misty got up and walked gingerly out of the abandoned classroom and began the long journey toward the Ravenclaw common room. While she walked along the long corridors she noticed that the sun was beginning to set. It looked so beautiful to her and she began to cry. Why did good things happen to people who don't know what they have she wondered as she turned the corner to go up the stairwell. She knocked into someone but she just kept going up the stairs until she heard a familiar voice call her name.
"Hey, Lewis is that you? You look like someone beat you with the whomping willow." he remarked. She turned around slowly as if in pain and Sirius realized what might of happened.
"Did he hurt you? That son of a bitch.......I'm going to kill him." he said harshly.
"Shhhhhh. I don't want him killed Black. He just got carried away that's all." she said while reassuring herself that it was true. He would never intentionally hurt her would he?
"What are you talking about Misty? How exactly did he hurt you? I don't see any bruises but I can tell by the look in your eye that something happened." he asked tenderly and climbing up the stairs to hold her arms as if to keep her from falling. She started to cry once more but did not divulge the reason for her pain. He wiped her tears with his fingers and he leaned forward to brush his lips on hers. She responded by pulling his head closer and deepening the kiss. It was as if he had entered her soul and risen a bit of her pain away. She broke away suddenly and stared at his beautiful face before jogging up the rest of the stairs.
Misty woke with a start to the sound of a scantily dressed waitress asking her if she was alright.
"Miss, are you alright? You look like the grim just came to visit you." the waitress asked.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. Just tired I guess." Misty replied with a shudder. Someone must have walked over my grave she thought making her self feel better.
"Can I get you any thing? Food, mabie? Our chef is a pain in the ass but he cooks a mean turkey loaf." Misty's stomach turned at the sound of that dish.
"No, just firewiskey. Bring the whole bottle please." she answered. The waitress raised her eyebrows and nodded. After she left Misty remembered why she usually never slept at night. Those flashbacks are going to be the death of me, she thought.