My chapter posts won't be as long as the first one anymore, cause that takes too much time that I just don't have. I think I managed to get evilness into Draco in this chapter, but you review and tell me whether I did or not. And as for Alyssa-farell's question, the new house is there for special people who were chosen by an unknown entity to bare a curse (remember the little demons scratching up her legs?) It's the only common room they can't get into. In my fanfic, Dumbledor created it soley because his granddaughter, and daughter before her, had to bare this curse, and he wan't them to be safe.
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Terra is the only character in this story (so far) that belongs to me. Unless you count her family...
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Chapter Two
I was almost in a dream state for a moment there, but these words shook me back to reality. I brought my knee up, hitting him hard in the groin and forcing him to fall backwards. "Sorry Malfoy, I have school." I growled, and swept past him as quickly as I possibly could. Unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to grab my books as I went, just in a hurry to put some space between us. I needed to get away. To hide somewhere. I hated what he was doing to me, and that was no secret. I burst out of the common room, and toward the first place that came to mind: an abandoned classroom. I thrust the door shut behind me, and leaned against it with all of my weight, breathing heavily as I stared at the floor. But I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up, and gasped in horror to see Malfoy standing right there, so close I should've been able to feel his breath on my face. I almost let out a shrill scream, but he put a hand over my mouth, keeping me silent. I tried to concentrate on breathing, as concentrating on the fact that Malfoy somehow got here before me, even though I didn't know I was coming here, was becoming quite a terrifying idea.
"Shhhhh.." He whispered in my ear, pressing himself up so closely against me I was squashed between him and the door, "Wouldn't want anyone to think you're in any distress..." He added, running kisses from my ear to my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to push him away, but it was impossible. He took my hands into his, and twisted my arms behind my back, pushing me closer, if it was possible, to him. He moved his kisses from my neck to my lips.
I pulled my head away, "Stop!!" I exclaimed, trying despirately to get away, but to no avail. He only recaptured my lips, taking advantage of the opening, and sliding his tongue into my mouth. He ran his tongue along the top of my mouth, causing tremors to rip through my already shaking body. I squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to free my hands while trying to ignore the kiss, all at the same time. It was difficult, if not impossible, and eventually, I found myself loosing the tenseness, and moaning into the kiss. That was when he pulled his mouth away from mine, and burried his head into the crook of my neck, kissing and licking and sucking and whatever else he thought of. "Malfoy.." I hissed softly, my eyes fluttering open. It dawned on me who was kissing me senseless. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. The guy I hated since I was TEN. Ok, maybe not ten, but thats beside the point. I hated him, and here I was, submitting myself to his every will and need. "GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!!!!" I shouted, surprising him enough that he stumbled back a bit, taking me with him, since he was still holding my hands behind my back.
"What the bloody hell?!" He exclaimed, noticing for the first time that my face was a bright red. He smirked at the sight. He had done his job well. -very- well. He had always known me as little Miss. Priss. Too used to having idiots flirt with me to have the curteousy to even blush. But I was blushing now. He supposed the status of the male effected that. Either that, or the intensity.
"What the bloody hell is right!!" I yelled, struggling to get up off of him, though he was holding me firmly to his chest, "Let me go!!" I added, "I don't like you, I don't love you, I'm sure you feel the same way, so just LET ME GOOOOO!!!" I paused, "NOW YOU SATANIC BASTARD!!"
He surprised me by letting out a hollow laugh, and did let me go. He let me go, and promptly rolled over so I was caged beneath him. "I don't think so." He whispered, brushing his lips against mine, "How does it feel, dove, to be caught in a cage and helpless to escape.." he brushed his lips briefly on one of the sensitive spots on my neck, causing me to shiver.
"Just let me go..." I pled, staring up at him with begging eyes, "Please, I'm begging you.." I was trying anything to get away. I'd do anything to get the hell out of this situation, "I have to organize the start of school dance, I can't be in here being tortured, -please- let me go.." I watched his face go blank, and then form a smirk.
"Very well, dove." He hissed, "I'll let you go. But its up to you to get away before I change my mind..." He slowly- very slowly- stood, and stepped aside, allowing me to jump to my feet, and run. I ran like I'd never run before. Through this hall, and that hall, not having a clue where I was going, but I ended up in the great hall. I assumed I'd be safe there, since I'd be far from alone, and walked toward the Griffindor table, sitting down between Hermoine and Ron, purposely ignoring Potty Wee Potter who was sitting directly in front of me.
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed in his friendly mannor, patting me on the shoulder, "How are ya, Terr?" I smiled faintly at him, pushing the past events behind me as I put up a mask. I appeared to be as happy, and as calm as could be. I simply prayed my friends hadn't figuered out how to see right through my mask to the darkness that lied within.
"I'm just fine." I stated, swiping slightly at his hand with a grin. But my foolish disguise was as good as transparent to these two, and they both pounced on me (figuratively speaking..) asking me what was wrong, and if I needed them to curse someone. "No, no, I'm fine, really." I stated convincingly, giving them an even more convincing smile. I never liked asking for help, especially when it came to things like these. I felt like I had to handle them on my own, and though it was an incredably heavy burden to bear, I had to be strong enough to do it. It was a matter of pride.
-------Draco's POV-------
I strutted into the Great hall where I knew she woud be. I had to continue my little game. It was quite entertaining, now that I actually try it. Perhaps I shoud listen to those numbsculls more often. But this was more for my own gain, now that I thought about it. The bitch was always so perfect. So used to having people flirt with her, she didn't even blush anymore. Well I made her blush. And I would make her squeal, and moan before this game was over. I scanned my eyes over the hall trying to find her, and growled. She was with the golden trio: Harry Potty, Ronald Weasly, and Hermoine Granger. Typical of her, so much like the Griffindor, I couldn't figure out why she wasn't one.
I shifted my glare to where Potty was, and narrowed my eyes in irritation. He was such a bastard. Opposing me at every turn. Thinking he knew something because the Dark Lord didn't kill him. He was nothing. Nothing but the bug stuck to the bottom of my boot. But the students thought he was amazing, and therefor, I was expected to think so as well. You want to know what -I- think? Fuck you, Potty. Fuck you.
But I couldn't think of a way to hurt the bastard. I had done everything I could, and I just couldn't -hurt- him. I'd cursed him, I'd beat him to a bloody pulp, got him into trouble, turned my house against him and still he was the same old bastard we all knew, and most of them loved. Still the 'boy who lived'. But his friends- I got a rise when I hurt his friends, I knew that much.. wait.. would he still consider Branford a friend?
An evil smirk played across my lucious (yeah I know I'm hot!) lips as I strutted toward my house table, my platnum blonde hair falling into my face in the most seductive way I could make it do so. Thats what I'd do. I'd hurt Terra- kill two birds with the same stone, so to speak. She'd go back and cry to Potty, and thats when I'd hurt her. I'd hurt her -bad-. Make her want to die, and then, oh-so-sad Terra has killed herself. Oh well. I let out a smirkish laugh, and looked at the Slytherins around me, who had also begun to laugh, as if they knew of my thoughts.
------------Terra's POV------------
A shiver ran down my spine, and I looked sharply up toward where Draco was, my face paling even more. He was thinking about me, I knew it. It was the only comprehendable reason for my head to have jerked itself to where he was, without any consent from me what-so-ever. There was something evil about how his laugh sounded throughout the room, and resounded through my mind. There was something not quite right about the way he eyed me. Something very, very wrong.
"Terr?" Ron questioned, jerking my attention away from the wrongness of Draco being there, and forcing me to pay attention to the friends that were right there. I coughed, frowning at the expression on his face. He looked worried, oddly worried. Did he sense it too, or was he just worried because of the expression on my own face? I didn' thave time to think about this, as I was already standing up, and striding as quickly as I could toward the doors. I didn't know where I'd hide, but I had to get out of the public view. I was striding through the hall by the time I got to thinking about where I'd go. Maybe to Myrtles bathroom, everyone tended to avoid that. Or maybe the restricted section of the library. I knew that my own dormitory wasn't safe, Dra- Malfoy had gotten in there before.
I gasped loudly as I ran into something, and hesitated before looking up, and seeing Malfoys face smirking down at me. "Ooooh shit..." I muttered, trying to back up, but he already had his arms around me. "G-get away from me." I stuttered, trying despirately to push him away, but as usual, it was useless. Eventually, I stopped. Jesus, why did I even bother?
"Hello Terra." He hissed in my ear, moving his hands down to my waist, "Where were we?" He began kissing down my neck again as I took hold of his hands with mine, and pushed them away, stepping back, and glaring at him.
"Leave me alone!!" I shouted despirately, "Is that really so hard to do?!" I gasped as he calmly took me back into his arms, and ran his tongue over my bottom lip, in silent request to be allowed in. I wanted to keep my mouth firmly shut, but emotions played too much of a part in my actions, and my lips parted, allowing him full access to me, and he took advantage of it. He ran his tongue in circles around the cage of my mouth, poked my own tongue with his, and did whatever seemed to come to his mind. I found myself melting into it, so I pulled myself away, and glared at him. "I hate you." I hissed, narrowing my eyes.
"I know." He replied softly, before claiming my lips again, showing me passion I had never known before. My body, rather then I, lifted my arms so they were wrapped around his neck, as he burried one hand in my hair, and kept the other on on my lower back.
"TERRA AND DRACO SNOGGING IN THE HAAAAAAAAALL!!!" Someone yelled, jerking me out of la la land, and making me yank away from Draco, stepping backwards in horror, and rubbing my now bruised lips. I cursed to myself, how could I be so stupid?! I glanced toward the first year who had announced my most embaracing moment of all time, and hissed, catlike, at him.
Then, not bothering to think, I ran. This way and that way, not watching where I was going, and not caring. All I cared about was distance. I ran over the previous incident in my head as I realized the uncomfortable burn in my cheeks. The bastard tricked me. He had to have. I would never have returned that.. that.. excuse for a kiss if he hadn't!!
But Oh gods, he was a good kisser.
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I know it was a short chapter, but thats all I could get up really quick. How do you like it? review, and tell me if Draco's too evil, or something, ok? I always need advice!
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Terra is the only character in this story (so far) that belongs to me. Unless you count her family...
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Chapter Two
I was almost in a dream state for a moment there, but these words shook me back to reality. I brought my knee up, hitting him hard in the groin and forcing him to fall backwards. "Sorry Malfoy, I have school." I growled, and swept past him as quickly as I possibly could. Unfortunately, I didn't have the opportunity to grab my books as I went, just in a hurry to put some space between us. I needed to get away. To hide somewhere. I hated what he was doing to me, and that was no secret. I burst out of the common room, and toward the first place that came to mind: an abandoned classroom. I thrust the door shut behind me, and leaned against it with all of my weight, breathing heavily as I stared at the floor. But I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up, and gasped in horror to see Malfoy standing right there, so close I should've been able to feel his breath on my face. I almost let out a shrill scream, but he put a hand over my mouth, keeping me silent. I tried to concentrate on breathing, as concentrating on the fact that Malfoy somehow got here before me, even though I didn't know I was coming here, was becoming quite a terrifying idea.
"Shhhhh.." He whispered in my ear, pressing himself up so closely against me I was squashed between him and the door, "Wouldn't want anyone to think you're in any distress..." He added, running kisses from my ear to my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut, and tried to push him away, but it was impossible. He took my hands into his, and twisted my arms behind my back, pushing me closer, if it was possible, to him. He moved his kisses from my neck to my lips.
I pulled my head away, "Stop!!" I exclaimed, trying despirately to get away, but to no avail. He only recaptured my lips, taking advantage of the opening, and sliding his tongue into my mouth. He ran his tongue along the top of my mouth, causing tremors to rip through my already shaking body. I squeezed my eyes shut, struggling to free my hands while trying to ignore the kiss, all at the same time. It was difficult, if not impossible, and eventually, I found myself loosing the tenseness, and moaning into the kiss. That was when he pulled his mouth away from mine, and burried his head into the crook of my neck, kissing and licking and sucking and whatever else he thought of. "Malfoy.." I hissed softly, my eyes fluttering open. It dawned on me who was kissing me senseless. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. The guy I hated since I was TEN. Ok, maybe not ten, but thats beside the point. I hated him, and here I was, submitting myself to his every will and need. "GET THE HELL OFF OF ME!!!!" I shouted, surprising him enough that he stumbled back a bit, taking me with him, since he was still holding my hands behind my back.
"What the bloody hell?!" He exclaimed, noticing for the first time that my face was a bright red. He smirked at the sight. He had done his job well. -very- well. He had always known me as little Miss. Priss. Too used to having idiots flirt with me to have the curteousy to even blush. But I was blushing now. He supposed the status of the male effected that. Either that, or the intensity.
"What the bloody hell is right!!" I yelled, struggling to get up off of him, though he was holding me firmly to his chest, "Let me go!!" I added, "I don't like you, I don't love you, I'm sure you feel the same way, so just LET ME GOOOOO!!!" I paused, "NOW YOU SATANIC BASTARD!!"
He surprised me by letting out a hollow laugh, and did let me go. He let me go, and promptly rolled over so I was caged beneath him. "I don't think so." He whispered, brushing his lips against mine, "How does it feel, dove, to be caught in a cage and helpless to escape.." he brushed his lips briefly on one of the sensitive spots on my neck, causing me to shiver.
"Just let me go..." I pled, staring up at him with begging eyes, "Please, I'm begging you.." I was trying anything to get away. I'd do anything to get the hell out of this situation, "I have to organize the start of school dance, I can't be in here being tortured, -please- let me go.." I watched his face go blank, and then form a smirk.
"Very well, dove." He hissed, "I'll let you go. But its up to you to get away before I change my mind..." He slowly- very slowly- stood, and stepped aside, allowing me to jump to my feet, and run. I ran like I'd never run before. Through this hall, and that hall, not having a clue where I was going, but I ended up in the great hall. I assumed I'd be safe there, since I'd be far from alone, and walked toward the Griffindor table, sitting down between Hermoine and Ron, purposely ignoring Potty Wee Potter who was sitting directly in front of me.
"Hey!" Ron exclaimed in his friendly mannor, patting me on the shoulder, "How are ya, Terr?" I smiled faintly at him, pushing the past events behind me as I put up a mask. I appeared to be as happy, and as calm as could be. I simply prayed my friends hadn't figuered out how to see right through my mask to the darkness that lied within.
"I'm just fine." I stated, swiping slightly at his hand with a grin. But my foolish disguise was as good as transparent to these two, and they both pounced on me (figuratively speaking..) asking me what was wrong, and if I needed them to curse someone. "No, no, I'm fine, really." I stated convincingly, giving them an even more convincing smile. I never liked asking for help, especially when it came to things like these. I felt like I had to handle them on my own, and though it was an incredably heavy burden to bear, I had to be strong enough to do it. It was a matter of pride.
-------Draco's POV-------
I strutted into the Great hall where I knew she woud be. I had to continue my little game. It was quite entertaining, now that I actually try it. Perhaps I shoud listen to those numbsculls more often. But this was more for my own gain, now that I thought about it. The bitch was always so perfect. So used to having people flirt with her, she didn't even blush anymore. Well I made her blush. And I would make her squeal, and moan before this game was over. I scanned my eyes over the hall trying to find her, and growled. She was with the golden trio: Harry Potty, Ronald Weasly, and Hermoine Granger. Typical of her, so much like the Griffindor, I couldn't figure out why she wasn't one.
I shifted my glare to where Potty was, and narrowed my eyes in irritation. He was such a bastard. Opposing me at every turn. Thinking he knew something because the Dark Lord didn't kill him. He was nothing. Nothing but the bug stuck to the bottom of my boot. But the students thought he was amazing, and therefor, I was expected to think so as well. You want to know what -I- think? Fuck you, Potty. Fuck you.
But I couldn't think of a way to hurt the bastard. I had done everything I could, and I just couldn't -hurt- him. I'd cursed him, I'd beat him to a bloody pulp, got him into trouble, turned my house against him and still he was the same old bastard we all knew, and most of them loved. Still the 'boy who lived'. But his friends- I got a rise when I hurt his friends, I knew that much.. wait.. would he still consider Branford a friend?
An evil smirk played across my lucious (yeah I know I'm hot!) lips as I strutted toward my house table, my platnum blonde hair falling into my face in the most seductive way I could make it do so. Thats what I'd do. I'd hurt Terra- kill two birds with the same stone, so to speak. She'd go back and cry to Potty, and thats when I'd hurt her. I'd hurt her -bad-. Make her want to die, and then, oh-so-sad Terra has killed herself. Oh well. I let out a smirkish laugh, and looked at the Slytherins around me, who had also begun to laugh, as if they knew of my thoughts.
------------Terra's POV------------
A shiver ran down my spine, and I looked sharply up toward where Draco was, my face paling even more. He was thinking about me, I knew it. It was the only comprehendable reason for my head to have jerked itself to where he was, without any consent from me what-so-ever. There was something evil about how his laugh sounded throughout the room, and resounded through my mind. There was something not quite right about the way he eyed me. Something very, very wrong.
"Terr?" Ron questioned, jerking my attention away from the wrongness of Draco being there, and forcing me to pay attention to the friends that were right there. I coughed, frowning at the expression on his face. He looked worried, oddly worried. Did he sense it too, or was he just worried because of the expression on my own face? I didn' thave time to think about this, as I was already standing up, and striding as quickly as I could toward the doors. I didn't know where I'd hide, but I had to get out of the public view. I was striding through the hall by the time I got to thinking about where I'd go. Maybe to Myrtles bathroom, everyone tended to avoid that. Or maybe the restricted section of the library. I knew that my own dormitory wasn't safe, Dra- Malfoy had gotten in there before.
I gasped loudly as I ran into something, and hesitated before looking up, and seeing Malfoys face smirking down at me. "Ooooh shit..." I muttered, trying to back up, but he already had his arms around me. "G-get away from me." I stuttered, trying despirately to push him away, but as usual, it was useless. Eventually, I stopped. Jesus, why did I even bother?
"Hello Terra." He hissed in my ear, moving his hands down to my waist, "Where were we?" He began kissing down my neck again as I took hold of his hands with mine, and pushed them away, stepping back, and glaring at him.
"Leave me alone!!" I shouted despirately, "Is that really so hard to do?!" I gasped as he calmly took me back into his arms, and ran his tongue over my bottom lip, in silent request to be allowed in. I wanted to keep my mouth firmly shut, but emotions played too much of a part in my actions, and my lips parted, allowing him full access to me, and he took advantage of it. He ran his tongue in circles around the cage of my mouth, poked my own tongue with his, and did whatever seemed to come to his mind. I found myself melting into it, so I pulled myself away, and glared at him. "I hate you." I hissed, narrowing my eyes.
"I know." He replied softly, before claiming my lips again, showing me passion I had never known before. My body, rather then I, lifted my arms so they were wrapped around his neck, as he burried one hand in my hair, and kept the other on on my lower back.
"TERRA AND DRACO SNOGGING IN THE HAAAAAAAAALL!!!" Someone yelled, jerking me out of la la land, and making me yank away from Draco, stepping backwards in horror, and rubbing my now bruised lips. I cursed to myself, how could I be so stupid?! I glanced toward the first year who had announced my most embaracing moment of all time, and hissed, catlike, at him.
Then, not bothering to think, I ran. This way and that way, not watching where I was going, and not caring. All I cared about was distance. I ran over the previous incident in my head as I realized the uncomfortable burn in my cheeks. The bastard tricked me. He had to have. I would never have returned that.. that.. excuse for a kiss if he hadn't!!
But Oh gods, he was a good kisser.
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I know it was a short chapter, but thats all I could get up really quick. How do you like it? review, and tell me if Draco's too evil, or something, ok? I always need advice!