Chapter Seven
"It's a muggle method," Pansy was telling her friends, as she sat on the couch in the Slytherin common room. "You just cut here, like this," she gestured to her wrists, which were covered in white bandages. "And if you put them in warm water, the blood flows faster," She added for effect. Hermione had found her passed out on the floor, just in time. She had begged Hermione not to tell anyone, and had her clean and bandage the wounds for her.
"That's sick, Pansy," a first-year piped up, from across the room. Pansy shot her a death glare.
"She's right, Pansy," Draco voiced, descending from his dorm, Breena in tow. "Flaunting your pathetic cries for attention, like people really need to know this bullshit of yours," he abased. Pansy went pale and her mouth fell open. When she saw Breena behind him, it came to her what they had been doing in his dorm, and her cheeks flushed.
"Like you don't flaunt your stupid little tramp there," Pansy shot back, jumping to her feet furious at him. Breena's eyes flashed angrily.
"Why don't you shut up, you jealous little mudblood?" Breena accused. Pansy went pale again, and had to sit down.
"How?" Pansy asked, struggling to speak. "How did you know?" She managed to croak. A satisfied, contemptuous smile spread across Breena's face.
"You just told me," Breena replied. She took Draco's hand and led him out of the common room, leaving everyone behind her in shock.
As soon as they were in the safety of the hallway, Draco wrenched free of her grasp.
"How did you know that?" He asked, almost as pale as Pansy had been. Breena smiled again. That look made him shudder involuntarily.
"It came to me.she knew the muggle songs, and a muggle method of suicide. I wasn't serious, but it turned out I was right. It's kind of funny, really," She said, laughing.
"It's not funny," Draco replied, furious. "Pansy means a lot to me, we've been friends since we were little kids. I can't believe you took so much pleasure in seeing her destroyed like that," he was seething now. "I've done vile things in my life, and I've taken pleasure in other people's suffering too, but she's never done anything to you."
"Never done anything?" Breena was equally angry now, "She called me a stupid little tramp, and you call that nothing?"
"Can't you see it, Breena? She's jealous of you!" He yelled, "You have everything she wants, I'm surprised she's handled it so well."
"So well? You call attempting suicide well?" Breena was incredulous.
"She didn't try to hurt you, did she?" he asked. Breena's eyes flashed again.
"Forget it," she said calmly. "You're not who I thought you were at all. Go back to your little mudblood scum. I don't need you anyway," she spat at him and turned on her heel.
Draco stood there, looking after her as she walked away shattering his heart with every step she took.
"I'm not going to cry," he promised himself out loud. With an empty expression he returned to the common room.
He could feel the stares as he walked through the room. He could hear Pansy in hysterics in her dorm. Somehow he stopped his thought processes and headed up to her room.
"Get out," he told the girls who were huddled nervously around her bed. They all scattered, and he locked the door behind them. Pansy was quiet now.
"What do you want?" she asked, looking at him, her eyes wet and wide. He scooped her up in his arms, and tucked her into bed. He didn't have to look at her to know her face was full of wondering. In fact, he couldn't look at her.
"You just lost me the best thing that had ever happened to me," he told her, smoothing the covers around her. "I'd never been so happy in all my life, and it's gone now."
"That's not MY fault," she corrected him, her lip quivering. He clamped a hand over her mouth and yanked back the covers. Crawling on all fours over her, he started pulling her robes off. She squirmed under him, crossing her legs and trying to kick him off, but he fought her back, and jerked her legs apart. He slammed into her, trying to make it hurt as much as possible, but also struggling to keep her quiet. He came quickly, almost too fast for his tastes, due to the high he felt from exerting his power over her. He pulled out, straightened himself up and threw the covers back over her.
"No one will believe you," was the only thing he said as he left her to clean up the mess.
* * *
Breena turned the corner and broke into a run, knowing Draco couldn't see or hear her anymore. After she had run as far as she could, up several flights of stairs and then down other ones, she stopped to catch her breath and burst into tears.
She loved Draco, she knew it deep down, but she had to be herself. If he couldn't love her for who she was, then so be it. As she tried to calm down, she straightened her robes, and remembered the necklace around her neck. She played with it in her fingers for a bit, then getting angry, yanked it off and threw it on the ground. How could he defend that no good muggle-born after what she had said about her? How could he pretend to love her and still defend that jealous bitch? Breena stormed off to find her sister.
Only an hour later, Breena emerged from Gryffindor Tower. Her eyes were dry, her makeup perfect, and her confidence in tact. She marched proudly into the Slytherin common room and up to her dorm, paying no attention to the stares of her housemates.
Back in Gryffindor Tower, Sorcha sat on a sofa in front of the fire, a book open in her lap, but her mind elsewhere. Ron came in and kissed her forehead. She looked up at him, her eyes full of pain.
"We have to talk," she told him, and led him from the room. Harry and Hermione passed them on their way out of the common room as they were returning from the library.
"That didn't look good," Hermione spoke up. Harry turned to look at her in surprise.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, not following her train of thought.
"Sorcha looked really upset," Hermione said. "I hope she's not going to break up with him."
"I don't think so," Harry said. "She seems so happy with him."
"Girls' actions aren't always black and white," Hermione told him. He shrugged. "Look what I found by the library," Hermione said, changing the subject. She pulled a silver necklace from her pocket and put it around her neck.
"Hermione, you can't just keep that!" Harry scolded.
"Relax, I reported it to McGonagall. There's no harm in me wearing it until it's claimed, right?" Hermione replied. Harry shrugged.
"I hope Ron's okay," He commented, changing the subject. "You don't really think she'll break up with him, do you?"
"It's a muggle method," Pansy was telling her friends, as she sat on the couch in the Slytherin common room. "You just cut here, like this," she gestured to her wrists, which were covered in white bandages. "And if you put them in warm water, the blood flows faster," She added for effect. Hermione had found her passed out on the floor, just in time. She had begged Hermione not to tell anyone, and had her clean and bandage the wounds for her.
"That's sick, Pansy," a first-year piped up, from across the room. Pansy shot her a death glare.
"She's right, Pansy," Draco voiced, descending from his dorm, Breena in tow. "Flaunting your pathetic cries for attention, like people really need to know this bullshit of yours," he abased. Pansy went pale and her mouth fell open. When she saw Breena behind him, it came to her what they had been doing in his dorm, and her cheeks flushed.
"Like you don't flaunt your stupid little tramp there," Pansy shot back, jumping to her feet furious at him. Breena's eyes flashed angrily.
"Why don't you shut up, you jealous little mudblood?" Breena accused. Pansy went pale again, and had to sit down.
"How?" Pansy asked, struggling to speak. "How did you know?" She managed to croak. A satisfied, contemptuous smile spread across Breena's face.
"You just told me," Breena replied. She took Draco's hand and led him out of the common room, leaving everyone behind her in shock.
As soon as they were in the safety of the hallway, Draco wrenched free of her grasp.
"How did you know that?" He asked, almost as pale as Pansy had been. Breena smiled again. That look made him shudder involuntarily.
"It came to me.she knew the muggle songs, and a muggle method of suicide. I wasn't serious, but it turned out I was right. It's kind of funny, really," She said, laughing.
"It's not funny," Draco replied, furious. "Pansy means a lot to me, we've been friends since we were little kids. I can't believe you took so much pleasure in seeing her destroyed like that," he was seething now. "I've done vile things in my life, and I've taken pleasure in other people's suffering too, but she's never done anything to you."
"Never done anything?" Breena was equally angry now, "She called me a stupid little tramp, and you call that nothing?"
"Can't you see it, Breena? She's jealous of you!" He yelled, "You have everything she wants, I'm surprised she's handled it so well."
"So well? You call attempting suicide well?" Breena was incredulous.
"She didn't try to hurt you, did she?" he asked. Breena's eyes flashed again.
"Forget it," she said calmly. "You're not who I thought you were at all. Go back to your little mudblood scum. I don't need you anyway," she spat at him and turned on her heel.
Draco stood there, looking after her as she walked away shattering his heart with every step she took.
"I'm not going to cry," he promised himself out loud. With an empty expression he returned to the common room.
He could feel the stares as he walked through the room. He could hear Pansy in hysterics in her dorm. Somehow he stopped his thought processes and headed up to her room.
"Get out," he told the girls who were huddled nervously around her bed. They all scattered, and he locked the door behind them. Pansy was quiet now.
"What do you want?" she asked, looking at him, her eyes wet and wide. He scooped her up in his arms, and tucked her into bed. He didn't have to look at her to know her face was full of wondering. In fact, he couldn't look at her.
"You just lost me the best thing that had ever happened to me," he told her, smoothing the covers around her. "I'd never been so happy in all my life, and it's gone now."
"That's not MY fault," she corrected him, her lip quivering. He clamped a hand over her mouth and yanked back the covers. Crawling on all fours over her, he started pulling her robes off. She squirmed under him, crossing her legs and trying to kick him off, but he fought her back, and jerked her legs apart. He slammed into her, trying to make it hurt as much as possible, but also struggling to keep her quiet. He came quickly, almost too fast for his tastes, due to the high he felt from exerting his power over her. He pulled out, straightened himself up and threw the covers back over her.
"No one will believe you," was the only thing he said as he left her to clean up the mess.
* * *
Breena turned the corner and broke into a run, knowing Draco couldn't see or hear her anymore. After she had run as far as she could, up several flights of stairs and then down other ones, she stopped to catch her breath and burst into tears.
She loved Draco, she knew it deep down, but she had to be herself. If he couldn't love her for who she was, then so be it. As she tried to calm down, she straightened her robes, and remembered the necklace around her neck. She played with it in her fingers for a bit, then getting angry, yanked it off and threw it on the ground. How could he defend that no good muggle-born after what she had said about her? How could he pretend to love her and still defend that jealous bitch? Breena stormed off to find her sister.
Only an hour later, Breena emerged from Gryffindor Tower. Her eyes were dry, her makeup perfect, and her confidence in tact. She marched proudly into the Slytherin common room and up to her dorm, paying no attention to the stares of her housemates.
Back in Gryffindor Tower, Sorcha sat on a sofa in front of the fire, a book open in her lap, but her mind elsewhere. Ron came in and kissed her forehead. She looked up at him, her eyes full of pain.
"We have to talk," she told him, and led him from the room. Harry and Hermione passed them on their way out of the common room as they were returning from the library.
"That didn't look good," Hermione spoke up. Harry turned to look at her in surprise.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, not following her train of thought.
"Sorcha looked really upset," Hermione said. "I hope she's not going to break up with him."
"I don't think so," Harry said. "She seems so happy with him."
"Girls' actions aren't always black and white," Hermione told him. He shrugged. "Look what I found by the library," Hermione said, changing the subject. She pulled a silver necklace from her pocket and put it around her neck.
"Hermione, you can't just keep that!" Harry scolded.
"Relax, I reported it to McGonagall. There's no harm in me wearing it until it's claimed, right?" Hermione replied. Harry shrugged.
"I hope Ron's okay," He commented, changing the subject. "You don't really think she'll break up with him, do you?"