Authors notes: Terra belongs to me. Nobody else. So nyah.
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Chapter Three
I spent a good portion of an hour, simply running, before collapsing, exhaused, in moaning Myrtles bathroom. I was still shaking, though from the hour before or from the hour of running I wasn't sure. I curled myself up under one of the sinks, and glared out, listening to Myrtle sloshing around in a toilet. I looked up only when the sloshing had stopped, and found Myrtle standing, or more floating, above me.
"Whats the matter with you, -Terra-?" She sniffed, and for the first time, I noticed tears rolling down my cheeks. I reached up, and touched my cheek, pulling my hand away to look at the wetness as if I couldn't believe it existed. Myrtle actually stopped her wailing for a moment or so to stare at me as if I was crazy, before zooming back into her toilet, and splashing water out of it.
I frowned, and shook my head. Oh well, it didn't matter. I leaned back on the piping, and took a deep breath. Malfoy wouldn't come in here to find me, I was sure. So, for the time being, I was safe. I might as well plan something while I was there, but what? Oh yes, the dance. The students would be very disappointed if they didn't get their start of school dance. So, for the next three hours, I sat there, Malfoy free, plotting out a dance on my arm, asking Myrtle for advice every once in a while, but not often since I usually recieved a remark such as 'what do I care? I cant go anyway' and then she'd go wailling back into her toilet.
I was hesitant before standing up to face the world again, but did so anyway, walking out of the bathroom, and looking around alertly before moving. I strode swiftly toward the Griffindor common room, though I knew I wouldn't stay long. I needed only a piece of parchment, and an oppinion on my plans for the dance. But I could not get in. They had changed the password, and there was no one there to give me the new one. Not wanting to be in the same place for too long, in case Malfoy were to somehow be able to sense it, I walked toward the great hall instead. But that isn't where my feet led me.
Instead of finding myself in the great hall, I found myself in the headboy headgirl common room. I sighed, and shook my head at my own ignorance, and decided there was parchment here, and did I really need a second oppinion? Besides, Malfoy wouldn't be back yet, would he? After all, being the biggest heartthrob in Hogwarts, he had to have something to do in the middle of the day... ... ... right?
-------Draco's POV-------
Wrong. I was there, standing in a corner quiet as a mouse, but there. Watching her. Though for a reason unknown even to me, I did not advance on her. I wanted to, god knows I wanted to but there was something about her. Something that made me want to stay away, or venture farther into her arms, past my comfort zone. And I was willing to do neither. What.. was it about her, that made me change such sinister thoughts into thoughts like these? What drew me to her?
I watched her cross the common room to the sofa I had nearly seduced her on before, and couldn't hold back the small grin that spred across my face as she stretched out, grabbing a roll of parchment, and the quill I had left on the table. An aura of mystery surrounded her, it was an aura I had seen no other human possess. Strength reflected in her eyes, frailty was apparent in her silky smooth skin. And yet the strength dissolved when she looked into my eyes. That woud explain why I had never noticed it before. She was, indeed, a fine specimen. What a waste.
In the hall, I had taken her by force, and yet in a small part of me, I wished I didn't have to. I had to hurt Potty, indeed, but would it not be a pain to force his beloved into loving his enemy? Would it not pain him? I musn't indulge myself in such thoughts. I'm here to hurt her as well, not to love her. Jesus Christ, I don't love her. Of course I don't. She hates me, and I hate her, and thats all there is to it. Thats -all- there is to it, and no one could tell me otherwise. She looked so scared everytime I came near her. That was good, she should be afraid of me. But why? Would I hurt her? Fuck it, Draco Malfoy!!! Of -course- you're going to hurt her! What have you just spent the whole past hour going over?
I almost growled, I was so irritated with myself, but I managed to keep it in, and keep my irritation extremely low key. I took a slow step out of the corner, careful to be so silent she wouldn't hear me. So I took another step, and another until I was standing over the sofa, looking down at what she was writing in complete, and utter silence. It was plans, for the dance. Vaguely I found myself amused that she had spent this time planning it, without assistance. "Aren't I supposed to help with that?" I questioned smoothly, resting my elboes on the back of the sofa.
I smirked as Terra jumped, and almost lurched away from the sofa, and me, but I was faster then her, and I already had a firm hold of her shoulder. I stared deeply into her eyes, forcing her to stop moving, and just glare at me. She sure did know how to glare, if there was ever an evil eye, she had it. "Let me go, Draco Malfoy." She growled, reaching toward my hand to try to pry it off, but I wasn't about to let that happen. Where would be my fun, if I did?
"I'd rather not, Branford." I drawled in my ever so seductive way, staring into her with eyes that showed nor pain or anger at the way she glared at me. It was there, in her eyes: She was scared. Terrified even. Ah, I always did my job to the fullest. But despite the fear, she managed to stare up at me with harsh eyes, defying eyes, eyes that let me know she had no intentions of submitting to my will, whatever it was. But what scared me.. almost scared me.. was that she seemed to know exactly what it was.
"I'm no more pleased with this action then I was with your actions in the hall. Release me." Terra hissed, taking on a royal type tone. How dare she take that tone with me?! How.. could she possibly do that? -I'm- the rich pureblood here, she was just some poor farmgirl, as far as I knew! But ah, how many love stories were about the farmers daughter...
"Then lets improve it." I replied cockily as I lifted her over the sofa, whether she was kicking and screaming or not- and she was, by the way. I smirked at her as I set her on the floor directly in front of me, and before she had a chance to move, I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her closer, plastering my lips to hers. I'd teach her some respect. I jammed my tongue into her mouth, regardless of the attempts to push me away, and slammed her against the sofa as I kissed her roughly. I used years of experiance, in my actions. I knew how to manipulate women... but Terra was no ordinary woman. She tasted different, her skin felt differant against mine. And where most women gave themselves to me entirely, she faught tooth and nail. Pathetic.. and yet.. in a way.. intriguing.
---------Terra's POV--------
I was not only shocked when he began kissing me, but angered as well. How dare he?! Did he think that this was what I wanted?! To be snogged in the middle of the common room, so roughly I thought he was trying to take my tonscles out?! It was war. Complete, unavoidable war against an opponant I knew I had a chance next to nothing to defeating, but it was war. I placed my palms flat on his chest, and shoved as hard as I could, taking him by surprise, and forcing him backwards, tumbling over a chair that had suddenly appeared there, and I ran. I ran to the first place I thought of: my room.
I knew he could get in, he had gotten in before, but I had hoped that he'd leave me alone- that that shove was enough of a 'I dont want you' to get him away from me. But in the back of my head, I knew it wasn't. I knew Draco Malfoy that well, at least. He'd see it as a challenge, and Draco Malfoy never let a challenge go untaken. What had I done, other than condemn myself?!
I was right. Draco was leaning in a corner of my room. I growled, "I have -got- to figure out how you do that." I hissed, but ventured no further into my room, instead resting my hand on my wand, staring at him as my breathing tensed. I didn't want him to come any closer. I didn't want to be anywhere near that man- boy. BOY.
He stepped toward me anyway, one eyebrow lifted, and he was smirking ever so seductively. It came to my mind again: I can't win. But still, I took a step backwards. Just because I couldn't win didn't mean I was going to make it easier for me to loose. He disappeared. There was a split second for me to feel relieved that maybe he had left me alone. But I was very wrong, and I knew it as he put both arms around me from behind.
"I knew you'd warm up to me." He hissed into my ear, stroking my hair with one hand as he wrapped his other arm around my waist. His breath was hot on my neck, and his arm was warm to the touch, almost soothing against my bared stomach (my shirt stopped at the bottom of my ribcage).
"Fuck you." I hissed back, reaching to his hand, which was on my hip, with my right hand, and pulling it away from me. I swung his hand to my right side, therefor forcing him to release me, and lept into the air, doing a mid-air-back-kick and hitting him square in the chest, throwing him backwards. I landed catlike, one hand behind my head, and one hand out in front of me, classic Jet Li style. Movies could teach you a lot.
"Anytime." Draco replied cockily as he slowly, calmly stood. He dusted himself off, and took a step toward me, "What are you, some karate kid? Oh don't tell me- you're not a muggle are you?" He moved to put a hand on my shoulder, and I reached up, grabbing his forearm, twisted, did a backflip (taking him with me) and pinned him to the ground.
"You've got quite an attitude problem, mister Malfoy." I stated, sitting on his stomach, holding him down by the neck. He took hold of my upper arms, and rolled over so he was on top, holding me down by the arms rather than the neck, and he had one knee on each side of me. His hair was falling in his pale face, and his gray eyes were wild, dancing in a way I'd never seen any eyes do. He had built up a slight sweat, and water droplets were edging at his thin eyebrows. He had obviously had them profesionally done. The sweat caused his shirt to stick to his taut muscles, and Jesus Christ, was he -strong-! I suddenly realized, that through this whole endeaver, he'd been surprisingly gentle with me. Why?
He was smirking triumphantly, however, and I had the distinct feeling I wasn't getting up until he wanted me to. We just glared at each other for a moment, before he spoke, "And you have quite a problem with accepting affection, Branford."
I was caught off guard. Affection? -Affection-?! He wasn't trying to show me affection, he was trying to rape me, and trying to make me act like a god damned cat in heat! It wasn't going to work! Not only that, but he had an answer for -everything-.. It was really annoying, especially when I was having trouble thinking up another remark. "I don't want anything from you."
"Are you sure about that? Most women would kill to be in your possition." He replied idly, playing with a lock of my hair. My eyes shot to the window, and I groaned inwardly. The sun was getting lower, it'd be dark soon. Darkness... heh.. darkness was -not- my best friend. But I looked back at Malfoy, and did my best to sneer- it wasn't easy, considering the fact of how worried I was...
"I'm not most women." I growled just as cockily as he ever was, "And I don't want to be. Get. The fuck. Off of me."
"Fuck isn't an adjective, y'know." He countered, doing a much better job at sneering than I ever could, "Or, are your really a muggle, and ignorant of English skills?"
I narrowed my eyes challengingly, "Let me up and I'll show you exactly how many English skills I've mastered, along with my karate, spell casting, and beat-the-shit-out-of-you skills." I knew I should keep my mouth firmly shut, but that wasn't going to happen. Malfoy had pissed me off, and with god as my witness, I was going to make him pay for it. Over, and over, and over if I had to.
"Really." He commented, smirking down on me. Anger wasn't hard to see in my eyes, and I knew it. He would have to be blind to not see that I wanted revenge. "How about your kissing skills, eh? Why not show me you're a better kisser than you've been pretending. I noticed that to my horror, his hands had strayed to the sides of my stomach, and he was now sitting lightly on my lower stomach, "Or maybe you're ability to resist oblivion. Why not show me that?"
I lost it, and punched him hard between the eyes, sending him flying backwards, and allowing me up. I jumped to my feet, and ran down the steps of the dormitory, listening to his footsteps chasing me. I ran in front of the sofa, and snatched up the parchment I had written the plans for the ball on, and to my horror, saw that Draco was standing on the other side of the couch, a quite angry expression on his face. "Thats it, Branford, When I catch you, I won't be gentle anymore."
"I don't believe I asked you to be." I countered, tucking the parchment into my robe, "That is, if you catch me." I ducked to the left as he came at me from the right, and darted back around the sofa toward the door, running as quickly as my thin legs could take me. I ran into the hall, and pulled the statue back in front of the door, rather than letting it go by itself, and darted toward the headmasters office. Surely he'd take care of me.
But alas, that isn't where my feet took me, and I was out at the forests edge before long, and the moon was slowly rising into the sky. I was panting, and tears were streaming down my face, but I wasn't aware of it. My pale skin was flushed from the heat of running, but the cool air was cooling me down, if only a bit. My hair was a mess, I knew it, but I didn't care anymore. It was then that I heard footsteps behind me. Christ, he followed me this far? I glanced behind me, and groaned at the tall figure of Potty Wee Potter.
"What's the matter, Terra? I saw you running out here like a bat out of hell.." He questioned as he stepped toward me. The moonlight reflected against his messed up dark hair, and his robe was over his shoulder, revealing his too-small jeans, and his Weasley sweater. "And I know how you feel about the dark.." He glanced around, before looking back at me, smiling.
He was trying to get me back, but it was -not- going to work. No way in -hell- was it going to work. "Fuck off, Potter, leave me alone." I hissed, before turning my back to him, and looking into the forbidden forest. I was vaguely aware of the fact that I shouldn't stay still for too long. Malfoy was bound to show up if I did, but I didn't have the heart, or the ability to run any further. I was exausted, and I knew it was obvious.
"But you look worried about something." Potter insisted, taking another step forward, "What is it?" He looked genuinely concerned, but I knew better than to fall for it. He was a playboy, just like Malfoy, and that was all that there was to that. Speaking of Malfoy, why did I hear yet another set of footsteps behind me...?
"Trying to win her back, Potty?" The familiar voice of Malfoy drawled, "Its a little late, I'd think." He casually stolled past Potter, and slipped an arm around my waist. The moonlight made his pale skin, and golden hair glow dimly. He was completely the opposite of Potter. Where Potter was dark, dirty and poor, Draco glowed, Draco had money, Draco.. heh, Draco bathed regularly.
"Bug off, Malfoy." Potter hissed, taking another step toward us as Malfoy pulled me just a little closer, smirking that to-die-for smirk at Potter. 'Jesus Christ' I realized suddenly, as all three of us were gathered under the shadow of the Forbidden forest, 'I'm falling for my worst enemy of all time.' Potter took yet another step toward us, so Draco's and his noses were almost touching, "Thats my girl."
"Tell Chang that." Draco drawled, pushing Potter back by the forehead with one finger, and then wiping that finger on a blade of grass.
"Cho and I were just talking." Potter growled, stepping forward again, and taking ahold of my arm with a tight grip. His fingernails dug into my flesh, and I took in a sharp gasp of pain. I tried to rip my arm away, but his grip was too tight.
Draco stood back up, and narrowed his eyes at Potter, "Thats not very nice." He stated, before prying his grip off oif my arm, and shoving him backwards, "It didn't look like talking, did it Terra luv?" He slipped his arm around my shoulder, rubbing the red mark on my arm gently with his other hand. His eyes were like gray flames, and his touch was so gentle it almost made me shiver, although, I may have mistaken the shiver from the cold. I simply shook my head, not wanting to spare a word for the Potter swine.
Potter was about to do something drastic, when Hermoine and Ron showed up as well, but they froze in place as they saw that Draco had his arm around me. "T-terr?" Hermoine questioned quietly, stepping forward, "I realize that Harry must've hurt you.. but Terr.. Malfoy?" My heart froze, and dropped like a builder through my insides. They were horrified, as was I.
"It isn't about Harry." I finally spoke up, stepping away from Malfoy. "All these years I've lived as the second best. Harry was always the boy who lived, You were always the smartest, Hermoine, and Ron- dunno what to say bout you- I've lived in the shadow of my grandfather since the day I was born. I refuse to live in that shadow any longer. I've been backup for too long, and I'm sick of it!"
"But Terr- I'm sure there's something we can do! Its not our fault we can't put you ahead of ourselves!" Ron exclaimed, stepping forward so he was standing next to Hermoine, "You can't just dump us like this, and go for Malfoy! I'm sure you can stay in the shadows for just a little longer! Just a little!"
"She shoudn't -be- in the shadows!" Draco hissed, stepping next to me, "She deserves to shine more than you're little friend Potter!" He waved his hands in the air, as if to accentuate the point. "You have no clue what kind of a woman she is because you're all too busy being the Golden Trio to add another member! She's just a little girl to you!" Look who's talking..
"Fine! You can have your filthy little pureblood wench!" Potter yelled, leaning dangerously close to me, "But don't expect us to come when you need us!" His eyes raged with such a fire I had never seen before, it was a horrifying sight, and I was sure that at any moment he'd hit me, smack me, hurt me bad.
"Harry.." Hermoine cooed, glancing from Harry to me, "Surely you don't mean to take.. Ron and I away from her.. do you?" She spoke carefully, choosing every word with intricate detail.
Harry whirled on her, wand out, and eyes wild, "Which is more important to you, Hermoine, Terra, or me?! It's time to choose!" He raised his wand a bit, "Don't make the wrong choice Hermoine, because even all of your studies won't be able to save you."
I stepped forward to stop him, but Draco held me back, out of harms way, but forced me to watch as Hermoine looked slowly to the ground, her eyes filled with tears, "I'm sorry Terra.. But Harry's more important to me.. I hope you can understand.." She almost whispered, and my heart broke a second time, and I almost fell limp, had Draco not been holding me up. I was unable to move as the Golden Trio sulked, or more, stormed back up to the castle, leaving me, helpless, with Draco Malfoy.
Malfoy turned me toward him, "Now, Where were we?"
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Authors Notes: I know I made Harry a big time meanie, but there's a reason for that. review, and tell me what you think!
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Chapter Three
I spent a good portion of an hour, simply running, before collapsing, exhaused, in moaning Myrtles bathroom. I was still shaking, though from the hour before or from the hour of running I wasn't sure. I curled myself up under one of the sinks, and glared out, listening to Myrtle sloshing around in a toilet. I looked up only when the sloshing had stopped, and found Myrtle standing, or more floating, above me.
"Whats the matter with you, -Terra-?" She sniffed, and for the first time, I noticed tears rolling down my cheeks. I reached up, and touched my cheek, pulling my hand away to look at the wetness as if I couldn't believe it existed. Myrtle actually stopped her wailing for a moment or so to stare at me as if I was crazy, before zooming back into her toilet, and splashing water out of it.
I frowned, and shook my head. Oh well, it didn't matter. I leaned back on the piping, and took a deep breath. Malfoy wouldn't come in here to find me, I was sure. So, for the time being, I was safe. I might as well plan something while I was there, but what? Oh yes, the dance. The students would be very disappointed if they didn't get their start of school dance. So, for the next three hours, I sat there, Malfoy free, plotting out a dance on my arm, asking Myrtle for advice every once in a while, but not often since I usually recieved a remark such as 'what do I care? I cant go anyway' and then she'd go wailling back into her toilet.
I was hesitant before standing up to face the world again, but did so anyway, walking out of the bathroom, and looking around alertly before moving. I strode swiftly toward the Griffindor common room, though I knew I wouldn't stay long. I needed only a piece of parchment, and an oppinion on my plans for the dance. But I could not get in. They had changed the password, and there was no one there to give me the new one. Not wanting to be in the same place for too long, in case Malfoy were to somehow be able to sense it, I walked toward the great hall instead. But that isn't where my feet led me.
Instead of finding myself in the great hall, I found myself in the headboy headgirl common room. I sighed, and shook my head at my own ignorance, and decided there was parchment here, and did I really need a second oppinion? Besides, Malfoy wouldn't be back yet, would he? After all, being the biggest heartthrob in Hogwarts, he had to have something to do in the middle of the day... ... ... right?
-------Draco's POV-------
Wrong. I was there, standing in a corner quiet as a mouse, but there. Watching her. Though for a reason unknown even to me, I did not advance on her. I wanted to, god knows I wanted to but there was something about her. Something that made me want to stay away, or venture farther into her arms, past my comfort zone. And I was willing to do neither. What.. was it about her, that made me change such sinister thoughts into thoughts like these? What drew me to her?
I watched her cross the common room to the sofa I had nearly seduced her on before, and couldn't hold back the small grin that spred across my face as she stretched out, grabbing a roll of parchment, and the quill I had left on the table. An aura of mystery surrounded her, it was an aura I had seen no other human possess. Strength reflected in her eyes, frailty was apparent in her silky smooth skin. And yet the strength dissolved when she looked into my eyes. That woud explain why I had never noticed it before. She was, indeed, a fine specimen. What a waste.
In the hall, I had taken her by force, and yet in a small part of me, I wished I didn't have to. I had to hurt Potty, indeed, but would it not be a pain to force his beloved into loving his enemy? Would it not pain him? I musn't indulge myself in such thoughts. I'm here to hurt her as well, not to love her. Jesus Christ, I don't love her. Of course I don't. She hates me, and I hate her, and thats all there is to it. Thats -all- there is to it, and no one could tell me otherwise. She looked so scared everytime I came near her. That was good, she should be afraid of me. But why? Would I hurt her? Fuck it, Draco Malfoy!!! Of -course- you're going to hurt her! What have you just spent the whole past hour going over?
I almost growled, I was so irritated with myself, but I managed to keep it in, and keep my irritation extremely low key. I took a slow step out of the corner, careful to be so silent she wouldn't hear me. So I took another step, and another until I was standing over the sofa, looking down at what she was writing in complete, and utter silence. It was plans, for the dance. Vaguely I found myself amused that she had spent this time planning it, without assistance. "Aren't I supposed to help with that?" I questioned smoothly, resting my elboes on the back of the sofa.
I smirked as Terra jumped, and almost lurched away from the sofa, and me, but I was faster then her, and I already had a firm hold of her shoulder. I stared deeply into her eyes, forcing her to stop moving, and just glare at me. She sure did know how to glare, if there was ever an evil eye, she had it. "Let me go, Draco Malfoy." She growled, reaching toward my hand to try to pry it off, but I wasn't about to let that happen. Where would be my fun, if I did?
"I'd rather not, Branford." I drawled in my ever so seductive way, staring into her with eyes that showed nor pain or anger at the way she glared at me. It was there, in her eyes: She was scared. Terrified even. Ah, I always did my job to the fullest. But despite the fear, she managed to stare up at me with harsh eyes, defying eyes, eyes that let me know she had no intentions of submitting to my will, whatever it was. But what scared me.. almost scared me.. was that she seemed to know exactly what it was.
"I'm no more pleased with this action then I was with your actions in the hall. Release me." Terra hissed, taking on a royal type tone. How dare she take that tone with me?! How.. could she possibly do that? -I'm- the rich pureblood here, she was just some poor farmgirl, as far as I knew! But ah, how many love stories were about the farmers daughter...
"Then lets improve it." I replied cockily as I lifted her over the sofa, whether she was kicking and screaming or not- and she was, by the way. I smirked at her as I set her on the floor directly in front of me, and before she had a chance to move, I wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her closer, plastering my lips to hers. I'd teach her some respect. I jammed my tongue into her mouth, regardless of the attempts to push me away, and slammed her against the sofa as I kissed her roughly. I used years of experiance, in my actions. I knew how to manipulate women... but Terra was no ordinary woman. She tasted different, her skin felt differant against mine. And where most women gave themselves to me entirely, she faught tooth and nail. Pathetic.. and yet.. in a way.. intriguing.
---------Terra's POV--------
I was not only shocked when he began kissing me, but angered as well. How dare he?! Did he think that this was what I wanted?! To be snogged in the middle of the common room, so roughly I thought he was trying to take my tonscles out?! It was war. Complete, unavoidable war against an opponant I knew I had a chance next to nothing to defeating, but it was war. I placed my palms flat on his chest, and shoved as hard as I could, taking him by surprise, and forcing him backwards, tumbling over a chair that had suddenly appeared there, and I ran. I ran to the first place I thought of: my room.
I knew he could get in, he had gotten in before, but I had hoped that he'd leave me alone- that that shove was enough of a 'I dont want you' to get him away from me. But in the back of my head, I knew it wasn't. I knew Draco Malfoy that well, at least. He'd see it as a challenge, and Draco Malfoy never let a challenge go untaken. What had I done, other than condemn myself?!
I was right. Draco was leaning in a corner of my room. I growled, "I have -got- to figure out how you do that." I hissed, but ventured no further into my room, instead resting my hand on my wand, staring at him as my breathing tensed. I didn't want him to come any closer. I didn't want to be anywhere near that man- boy. BOY.
He stepped toward me anyway, one eyebrow lifted, and he was smirking ever so seductively. It came to my mind again: I can't win. But still, I took a step backwards. Just because I couldn't win didn't mean I was going to make it easier for me to loose. He disappeared. There was a split second for me to feel relieved that maybe he had left me alone. But I was very wrong, and I knew it as he put both arms around me from behind.
"I knew you'd warm up to me." He hissed into my ear, stroking my hair with one hand as he wrapped his other arm around my waist. His breath was hot on my neck, and his arm was warm to the touch, almost soothing against my bared stomach (my shirt stopped at the bottom of my ribcage).
"Fuck you." I hissed back, reaching to his hand, which was on my hip, with my right hand, and pulling it away from me. I swung his hand to my right side, therefor forcing him to release me, and lept into the air, doing a mid-air-back-kick and hitting him square in the chest, throwing him backwards. I landed catlike, one hand behind my head, and one hand out in front of me, classic Jet Li style. Movies could teach you a lot.
"Anytime." Draco replied cockily as he slowly, calmly stood. He dusted himself off, and took a step toward me, "What are you, some karate kid? Oh don't tell me- you're not a muggle are you?" He moved to put a hand on my shoulder, and I reached up, grabbing his forearm, twisted, did a backflip (taking him with me) and pinned him to the ground.
"You've got quite an attitude problem, mister Malfoy." I stated, sitting on his stomach, holding him down by the neck. He took hold of my upper arms, and rolled over so he was on top, holding me down by the arms rather than the neck, and he had one knee on each side of me. His hair was falling in his pale face, and his gray eyes were wild, dancing in a way I'd never seen any eyes do. He had built up a slight sweat, and water droplets were edging at his thin eyebrows. He had obviously had them profesionally done. The sweat caused his shirt to stick to his taut muscles, and Jesus Christ, was he -strong-! I suddenly realized, that through this whole endeaver, he'd been surprisingly gentle with me. Why?
He was smirking triumphantly, however, and I had the distinct feeling I wasn't getting up until he wanted me to. We just glared at each other for a moment, before he spoke, "And you have quite a problem with accepting affection, Branford."
I was caught off guard. Affection? -Affection-?! He wasn't trying to show me affection, he was trying to rape me, and trying to make me act like a god damned cat in heat! It wasn't going to work! Not only that, but he had an answer for -everything-.. It was really annoying, especially when I was having trouble thinking up another remark. "I don't want anything from you."
"Are you sure about that? Most women would kill to be in your possition." He replied idly, playing with a lock of my hair. My eyes shot to the window, and I groaned inwardly. The sun was getting lower, it'd be dark soon. Darkness... heh.. darkness was -not- my best friend. But I looked back at Malfoy, and did my best to sneer- it wasn't easy, considering the fact of how worried I was...
"I'm not most women." I growled just as cockily as he ever was, "And I don't want to be. Get. The fuck. Off of me."
"Fuck isn't an adjective, y'know." He countered, doing a much better job at sneering than I ever could, "Or, are your really a muggle, and ignorant of English skills?"
I narrowed my eyes challengingly, "Let me up and I'll show you exactly how many English skills I've mastered, along with my karate, spell casting, and beat-the-shit-out-of-you skills." I knew I should keep my mouth firmly shut, but that wasn't going to happen. Malfoy had pissed me off, and with god as my witness, I was going to make him pay for it. Over, and over, and over if I had to.
"Really." He commented, smirking down on me. Anger wasn't hard to see in my eyes, and I knew it. He would have to be blind to not see that I wanted revenge. "How about your kissing skills, eh? Why not show me you're a better kisser than you've been pretending. I noticed that to my horror, his hands had strayed to the sides of my stomach, and he was now sitting lightly on my lower stomach, "Or maybe you're ability to resist oblivion. Why not show me that?"
I lost it, and punched him hard between the eyes, sending him flying backwards, and allowing me up. I jumped to my feet, and ran down the steps of the dormitory, listening to his footsteps chasing me. I ran in front of the sofa, and snatched up the parchment I had written the plans for the ball on, and to my horror, saw that Draco was standing on the other side of the couch, a quite angry expression on his face. "Thats it, Branford, When I catch you, I won't be gentle anymore."
"I don't believe I asked you to be." I countered, tucking the parchment into my robe, "That is, if you catch me." I ducked to the left as he came at me from the right, and darted back around the sofa toward the door, running as quickly as my thin legs could take me. I ran into the hall, and pulled the statue back in front of the door, rather than letting it go by itself, and darted toward the headmasters office. Surely he'd take care of me.
But alas, that isn't where my feet took me, and I was out at the forests edge before long, and the moon was slowly rising into the sky. I was panting, and tears were streaming down my face, but I wasn't aware of it. My pale skin was flushed from the heat of running, but the cool air was cooling me down, if only a bit. My hair was a mess, I knew it, but I didn't care anymore. It was then that I heard footsteps behind me. Christ, he followed me this far? I glanced behind me, and groaned at the tall figure of Potty Wee Potter.
"What's the matter, Terra? I saw you running out here like a bat out of hell.." He questioned as he stepped toward me. The moonlight reflected against his messed up dark hair, and his robe was over his shoulder, revealing his too-small jeans, and his Weasley sweater. "And I know how you feel about the dark.." He glanced around, before looking back at me, smiling.
He was trying to get me back, but it was -not- going to work. No way in -hell- was it going to work. "Fuck off, Potter, leave me alone." I hissed, before turning my back to him, and looking into the forbidden forest. I was vaguely aware of the fact that I shouldn't stay still for too long. Malfoy was bound to show up if I did, but I didn't have the heart, or the ability to run any further. I was exausted, and I knew it was obvious.
"But you look worried about something." Potter insisted, taking another step forward, "What is it?" He looked genuinely concerned, but I knew better than to fall for it. He was a playboy, just like Malfoy, and that was all that there was to that. Speaking of Malfoy, why did I hear yet another set of footsteps behind me...?
"Trying to win her back, Potty?" The familiar voice of Malfoy drawled, "Its a little late, I'd think." He casually stolled past Potter, and slipped an arm around my waist. The moonlight made his pale skin, and golden hair glow dimly. He was completely the opposite of Potter. Where Potter was dark, dirty and poor, Draco glowed, Draco had money, Draco.. heh, Draco bathed regularly.
"Bug off, Malfoy." Potter hissed, taking another step toward us as Malfoy pulled me just a little closer, smirking that to-die-for smirk at Potter. 'Jesus Christ' I realized suddenly, as all three of us were gathered under the shadow of the Forbidden forest, 'I'm falling for my worst enemy of all time.' Potter took yet another step toward us, so Draco's and his noses were almost touching, "Thats my girl."
"Tell Chang that." Draco drawled, pushing Potter back by the forehead with one finger, and then wiping that finger on a blade of grass.
"Cho and I were just talking." Potter growled, stepping forward again, and taking ahold of my arm with a tight grip. His fingernails dug into my flesh, and I took in a sharp gasp of pain. I tried to rip my arm away, but his grip was too tight.
Draco stood back up, and narrowed his eyes at Potter, "Thats not very nice." He stated, before prying his grip off oif my arm, and shoving him backwards, "It didn't look like talking, did it Terra luv?" He slipped his arm around my shoulder, rubbing the red mark on my arm gently with his other hand. His eyes were like gray flames, and his touch was so gentle it almost made me shiver, although, I may have mistaken the shiver from the cold. I simply shook my head, not wanting to spare a word for the Potter swine.
Potter was about to do something drastic, when Hermoine and Ron showed up as well, but they froze in place as they saw that Draco had his arm around me. "T-terr?" Hermoine questioned quietly, stepping forward, "I realize that Harry must've hurt you.. but Terr.. Malfoy?" My heart froze, and dropped like a builder through my insides. They were horrified, as was I.
"It isn't about Harry." I finally spoke up, stepping away from Malfoy. "All these years I've lived as the second best. Harry was always the boy who lived, You were always the smartest, Hermoine, and Ron- dunno what to say bout you- I've lived in the shadow of my grandfather since the day I was born. I refuse to live in that shadow any longer. I've been backup for too long, and I'm sick of it!"
"But Terr- I'm sure there's something we can do! Its not our fault we can't put you ahead of ourselves!" Ron exclaimed, stepping forward so he was standing next to Hermoine, "You can't just dump us like this, and go for Malfoy! I'm sure you can stay in the shadows for just a little longer! Just a little!"
"She shoudn't -be- in the shadows!" Draco hissed, stepping next to me, "She deserves to shine more than you're little friend Potter!" He waved his hands in the air, as if to accentuate the point. "You have no clue what kind of a woman she is because you're all too busy being the Golden Trio to add another member! She's just a little girl to you!" Look who's talking..
"Fine! You can have your filthy little pureblood wench!" Potter yelled, leaning dangerously close to me, "But don't expect us to come when you need us!" His eyes raged with such a fire I had never seen before, it was a horrifying sight, and I was sure that at any moment he'd hit me, smack me, hurt me bad.
"Harry.." Hermoine cooed, glancing from Harry to me, "Surely you don't mean to take.. Ron and I away from her.. do you?" She spoke carefully, choosing every word with intricate detail.
Harry whirled on her, wand out, and eyes wild, "Which is more important to you, Hermoine, Terra, or me?! It's time to choose!" He raised his wand a bit, "Don't make the wrong choice Hermoine, because even all of your studies won't be able to save you."
I stepped forward to stop him, but Draco held me back, out of harms way, but forced me to watch as Hermoine looked slowly to the ground, her eyes filled with tears, "I'm sorry Terra.. But Harry's more important to me.. I hope you can understand.." She almost whispered, and my heart broke a second time, and I almost fell limp, had Draco not been holding me up. I was unable to move as the Golden Trio sulked, or more, stormed back up to the castle, leaving me, helpless, with Draco Malfoy.
Malfoy turned me toward him, "Now, Where were we?"
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Authors Notes: I know I made Harry a big time meanie, but there's a reason for that. review, and tell me what you think!