Authors Notes: Hey, don't have much to say, but this guy does. *drags Harry in* SPILL!
Harry: Uh.. Um.. What am I supposed to say again?
Garnet: That you were being a bastard and that you're really, really sorry, and that your going to pound a bucket on your head as soon as you can.
Harry: I'm not saying that!!
Garnet: Than, do the disclaimer, and THEN say all that.
Harry: But-
Garnet: *grabs wand* DO IT!
Harry: Meep
None of these characters belong to the bitch up there *points at Garnet* Except the mini bitch, Terra.
Garnet: I think you made a couple of people mad there, Harry. Now say the rest.
Harry: No!
Garnet: YES!
Hary: NO!
Garnet: YES!
To be continued...
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Chapter Four
So I run Faster
But it caught me here
Yes My loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Harry
Running after the rain.
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold over me
He said "You're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play"
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that?
Sick, sick
Holding onto his picture...
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me cum, that doesn't make you jesus
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold on me
I remember
Yes, in my peach party dress
No one cared
No one dared to tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demi gods...
With their nine inch nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl
These Precious Things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away
These, these precious things
Let them bleed now
Let them wash away
These, these precious things
Let them break their hold over me
-Precious things
Tori Amos
I didn't didn't have the will, nor the strength to fight, so when Draco pulled me back into the castle, I put up little resistance. Not even when he tugged me into our common room and plop me onto the sofa did I fight. I merely curled up, and closed my eyes. He could do whatever he wanted to me, I didn't care anymore. I felt, rather than saw, him lift an eyebrow at me before he carefully uncurled me, and lifted my hands above my head, to the arm of the sofa, and then he yanked the rest of my body down, so my arms were stretched out.
I opened my eyes only when I realized that he was slowly unbuttoning my head girl robe, and opened my mouth to speak, but was silenced as he clapped his hand over my mouth. We were both still for a moment, until he began unbuttoning my robe again. He seperated my robe with extreme care, and snapped a dagger out of thin air. Using it, he slit down the center of my belly shirt, and then proceeded to yank my skirt, and everything under that off.
I opened my mouth to yell, or scream, or something, but it was cut off abruptly by a long, low moan he ran his finger lightly over my clitoris, and watched me carefully as I shuddered. He smirked, and pressed firmly on the place where I shuddered, causing me to recoil... ... ... or at least, try to recoil, which was difficult since he had a hold of my hip with the other hand. I whimpered as he single-fingerdly began to massage that one spot. The whimper was merely an attempt to hold in a moan. As if that was a cue, he lowered himself completely, and begain hungrily licking on that one spot, sending tremors through me. He sent at least thirty tremours before rising again, and stared into my eyes, as if trying to read exactly what I was feeling at the moment. It wasn't difficult.
I opened my mouth again to speak, but it turned into a gasp as he took a firm hold of one of my breasts, and ran his thum over the sensitive skin of my nipple. I shivered, and glared hard at him, until my gaze was broken as he leaned down to nibble gently on my neck. I groaned slightly, though whether it was out of irritation, or pleasure, I kept hidden even from myself. Judging from that in itself, it was probably pleasure, but that oppinion shifted miraculously as he reached down with his other hand, and shoved four fingers into me.
I took in a deep gasp, and truly wanted to scream, It hurt so much and yet somehow it felt so good. I didn't know what to think, or even if I should try to attempt the feat, but as he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of me, it became impossible. I sighed as he pulled his fingers out of me, and began toying with random parts of my body, staring down on me as I slowly began climaxing- veeery slowly. Before I could stop myself, I found my hips rising and falling, trying to meet what obviously wasn't coming.
He simply smirked, and stopped entirely, standing straight again, straightening out his robes, and strutting toward his dormitory without a word, leaving me, tied to the sofa, and in extreme heat. "HEY!" I cried, staring after him as I tried to yank away from the ropes, "-HEY-! YOU COULD'VE AT LEAST UNTIED ME!!!" I shouted, but recieved no answer. After a while, I settled down into the sofa, and whimpered softly. "-Not- fair..."
An hour passed until the fire in the fireplace began to die out. I glanced over, and whimpered, though this time, it wasn't out of pleasure. If that fire went out, so did my every protection. But I couldn't get to my wand to rekindle it, and as the last source of light in the round common room flickered out, so did my hope. I stared into the darkness of the night, my heartbeat doubling at every sound. The previous activities were completely forgotten, as I just strained to see light- any light. My skin prickled with fear as I could not find any. It would not be long now.
My fears were answered as I felt the first scraping on my thigh- gods, I was completely vulnorable to them. I kicked whatever was on her leg away, and it crashed into the wall of the common room with a dull thump. Thousands of them swarmed over me, scratching and biting any skin they could access. I let out a blood curdling scream, though whether it was out of fear or pain it was hard to tell. Either way, Draco came bounding down the stairs, a lit torch in his hand so he could see what the hell was going on. The creatures recoiled from the light, away from me as Draco stood at the back of the couch, staring down on me with widened eyes.
He had been almost too late. Little of my skin was left, and they had begun on the tissue beneath. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" Draco almost yelled, running around the sofa, and snatching up his wand. Thinking logically, he re lit the fireplace, sending little black creatures scurrying out the walls, some of them burning to a crisp before they could get there. He snatched up his wand, and sat lightly next to the quietly groaning me, and cast a healing spell- it wasn't enough, the wounds weren't healing.
------Dracos POV-----
I stood again, and untied her hands, lifting her a bit, and noticed that her back was unscathed. I was confused, very confused. I didn't know what to do. The only thing that came to my mind was to get Madame Pomfrey. So thats what I did, I ran at top speeds down the hallways, but by the time I got to the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey wasn't even there anymore. Even nurses needed their sleep, I supposed. I growled, and began pacing, not worrying about mrs. Norris, who was watching me with her beady little eyes. I sighed, and remembered- thats right- Terra was the headmasters granddaughter!
I took off running again, this time toward the headmasters office, and I pounded on the door that stood between the spiral stairs, and me. The headmaster came down slowly, and the door slid open. He stared at me through his half moon spectacles, and lifted an eyebrow. He was a humorous sight in the middle of the night. I would have laughed if the situation was different. His beard was uncombed, and went everywhere, as did his hair. "Yes?" He questioned, more out of curiosity then anything else.
"Its Terra." I said, my words rushed. I knew I probably wasn't much of a sight either, what after running through the halls this quickly, and having jumped out of bed, awoken by a banshees scream. "S-something happened to Terra." We had to get back before the fire went out, those.. things.. whatever they were, didn't like the light. Obviously, as a couple had burned in mid path.
Dumbledor sighed, and shook his head, "So, they've come back." He said, mostly to himself, "Well, come, take me to her." Vaguely I wondered how she would explain the whole being naked bit to her grandfather, but I didn't really care. Something was wrong with this entire picture. This wasn't supposed to happen. Terra was the perfect one without a worry or care, because her grandfather was the fucking headmaster. She couldn't fail classes, she couldn't get jumped, she used to be the girlfriend of the boy who lived, for crying out loud! I was confused, and I fucking hated it. This was not supposed to fucking happen!!!
But I led him to our common room, and inside. By the time we got there we were being followed my McGonagle, Snape, Sprout, and our newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher: Profecer Armondi. However, Dumbledor and Armondi were the only ones who proceded into the common room themselves. Armondi wandered over to where one of the burnt creatures was, and picked it up, examining it closely. Dumbledor went to Terra's side, and didn't seem to notice that she was naked as he spoke softly to her, and she replied as best as she could. I leaned against the wall, a little ashamed that I had reacted this way. I was only playing with her anyway... right?
--Terra's POV--
It didn't take long for pop-pop to heal me, that surprised me, since Draco had been completely helpless to do so, and It also didn't take long for me to pull my clothes around me. GODS almost all the professors were here!! Armondi, a tall, dark haired man walked over to me, dangling a creature that had just recently attacked me in front of my face, "Do you know what this is?" He asked, his voice smooth as it always was. He was pale- I had always had suspicions that he was a vampire. He certainly fit the description: tall dark and hansom, and Grandfather was known for hiring odd people as professors.
I nodded softly, shifting my gaze away from the burnt creature. It was small, about the size of my fist (my hands were small for my age), it had sharp claws, and a spike on either end of it. It had a hard shell, virtually unkillable without light, and two, beady, lid-less eyes. I was familiar with these creatures. They had plagued my family ever since the 'birth' of Voldemort. They'd stopped, temporarily when he fell, but they were obviously back. They were called the lodionoms. Subordinate creatures to a true terror.
"Iodionoms." I stated, finding the stairs that led to my dormitory incredably interesting. All of this was embaracing! I pulled my robe closer around me as I carefully avoided the sight of Malfoy- oh hell, he deserved to be called by his first name just this once- Draco. Vaguely I was aware that he was the one who had saved me, but that didn't mean I wanted to embrace the fact. Besides, after this, I would probably have to tell him everything. ...Everything. There was so much to tell, so many parts I don't know, so many things I'd sworn never to tell another living soul.
Armondi nodded, "Exactly." He stated calmly, and dropped the creature into his ever present leather pouch. He turned, "Malfoy, I would like you to escort our little damsel in distress to her dormitory, please, make sure she doesn't spend -any- time alone." He turned to the headmaster, and nodded slightly, "That is, if it is permisable by her grandfather." Pop-pop nodded, and my heart sank. -Shit-! No time alone?! I wasn't safe -anywhere- anymore!! This wasn't fair! I couldn't spend all my time with Malfoy, he'd rape me, or molest me, or- or- SOMETHING!
A cruel smirk came to Malfoys face, but I was the only one to see the cruelty beneath the smirk. The other profecers didn't know him like I did. Didn't -know- the cruelty he could command. I -did-. "Of course, Profecer." He replied with a slight bow of the head. He took my arm, and pulled me -off- of the couch, and toward my dormitory. The whole time, all I could think, was "I'm doomed."
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Authors.. erm.. notes:
Garnet: YES YES YES YES YES TIMES INFINITY!!!
Harry: NO NO NO NO NO TIMES WHATEVER YOU DID!
Garnet: That.. Doesn't work.. But, whatever. YES!
Harry: NO!
Garnet: YES!
Harry: NO!
Garnet: YES! *blinks* *realizes that the audiance is back* *coughs*
Harry: NO! Haha.
Garnet: *glares at Harry* *turns back to the camera* I appologize for the idiocy of these authors notes, and for the shortness of the chapters. Now. *turns to Harry* YES!
Harry: NO!
Garnet: YES!
Harry: NO!
Garnet: YES!
Harry: NO!
Camera: *fades the picture out with us still arguing*
Harry: Uh.. Um.. What am I supposed to say again?
Garnet: That you were being a bastard and that you're really, really sorry, and that your going to pound a bucket on your head as soon as you can.
Harry: I'm not saying that!!
Garnet: Than, do the disclaimer, and THEN say all that.
Harry: But-
Garnet: *grabs wand* DO IT!
Harry: Meep
None of these characters belong to the bitch up there *points at Garnet* Except the mini bitch, Terra.
Garnet: I think you made a couple of people mad there, Harry. Now say the rest.
Harry: No!
Garnet: YES!
Hary: NO!
Garnet: YES!
To be continued...
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Chapter Four
So I run Faster
But it caught me here
Yes My loyalties turned
Like my ankle
In the seventh grade
Running after Harry
Running after the rain.
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break their hold over me
He said "You're really an ugly girl
But I like the way you play"
And I died
But I thanked him
Can you believe that?
Sick, sick
Holding onto his picture...
Dressing up every day
I wanna smash the faces
Of those beautiful boys
Those Christian boys
So you can make me cum, that doesn't make you jesus
These precious things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Their hold on me
I remember
Yes, in my peach party dress
No one cared
No one dared to tell me
Where the pretty girls are
Those demi gods...
With their nine inch nails and little fascist panties tucked inside the heart of every nice girl
These Precious Things
Let them bleed
Let them wash away
These precious things
Let them break
Let them wash away
These, these precious things
Let them bleed now
Let them wash away
These, these precious things
Let them break their hold over me
-Precious things
Tori Amos
I didn't didn't have the will, nor the strength to fight, so when Draco pulled me back into the castle, I put up little resistance. Not even when he tugged me into our common room and plop me onto the sofa did I fight. I merely curled up, and closed my eyes. He could do whatever he wanted to me, I didn't care anymore. I felt, rather than saw, him lift an eyebrow at me before he carefully uncurled me, and lifted my hands above my head, to the arm of the sofa, and then he yanked the rest of my body down, so my arms were stretched out.
I opened my eyes only when I realized that he was slowly unbuttoning my head girl robe, and opened my mouth to speak, but was silenced as he clapped his hand over my mouth. We were both still for a moment, until he began unbuttoning my robe again. He seperated my robe with extreme care, and snapped a dagger out of thin air. Using it, he slit down the center of my belly shirt, and then proceeded to yank my skirt, and everything under that off.
I opened my mouth to yell, or scream, or something, but it was cut off abruptly by a long, low moan he ran his finger lightly over my clitoris, and watched me carefully as I shuddered. He smirked, and pressed firmly on the place where I shuddered, causing me to recoil... ... ... or at least, try to recoil, which was difficult since he had a hold of my hip with the other hand. I whimpered as he single-fingerdly began to massage that one spot. The whimper was merely an attempt to hold in a moan. As if that was a cue, he lowered himself completely, and begain hungrily licking on that one spot, sending tremors through me. He sent at least thirty tremours before rising again, and stared into my eyes, as if trying to read exactly what I was feeling at the moment. It wasn't difficult.
I opened my mouth again to speak, but it turned into a gasp as he took a firm hold of one of my breasts, and ran his thum over the sensitive skin of my nipple. I shivered, and glared hard at him, until my gaze was broken as he leaned down to nibble gently on my neck. I groaned slightly, though whether it was out of irritation, or pleasure, I kept hidden even from myself. Judging from that in itself, it was probably pleasure, but that oppinion shifted miraculously as he reached down with his other hand, and shoved four fingers into me.
I took in a deep gasp, and truly wanted to scream, It hurt so much and yet somehow it felt so good. I didn't know what to think, or even if I should try to attempt the feat, but as he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of me, it became impossible. I sighed as he pulled his fingers out of me, and began toying with random parts of my body, staring down on me as I slowly began climaxing- veeery slowly. Before I could stop myself, I found my hips rising and falling, trying to meet what obviously wasn't coming.
He simply smirked, and stopped entirely, standing straight again, straightening out his robes, and strutting toward his dormitory without a word, leaving me, tied to the sofa, and in extreme heat. "HEY!" I cried, staring after him as I tried to yank away from the ropes, "-HEY-! YOU COULD'VE AT LEAST UNTIED ME!!!" I shouted, but recieved no answer. After a while, I settled down into the sofa, and whimpered softly. "-Not- fair..."
An hour passed until the fire in the fireplace began to die out. I glanced over, and whimpered, though this time, it wasn't out of pleasure. If that fire went out, so did my every protection. But I couldn't get to my wand to rekindle it, and as the last source of light in the round common room flickered out, so did my hope. I stared into the darkness of the night, my heartbeat doubling at every sound. The previous activities were completely forgotten, as I just strained to see light- any light. My skin prickled with fear as I could not find any. It would not be long now.
My fears were answered as I felt the first scraping on my thigh- gods, I was completely vulnorable to them. I kicked whatever was on her leg away, and it crashed into the wall of the common room with a dull thump. Thousands of them swarmed over me, scratching and biting any skin they could access. I let out a blood curdling scream, though whether it was out of fear or pain it was hard to tell. Either way, Draco came bounding down the stairs, a lit torch in his hand so he could see what the hell was going on. The creatures recoiled from the light, away from me as Draco stood at the back of the couch, staring down on me with widened eyes.
He had been almost too late. Little of my skin was left, and they had begun on the tissue beneath. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?!" Draco almost yelled, running around the sofa, and snatching up his wand. Thinking logically, he re lit the fireplace, sending little black creatures scurrying out the walls, some of them burning to a crisp before they could get there. He snatched up his wand, and sat lightly next to the quietly groaning me, and cast a healing spell- it wasn't enough, the wounds weren't healing.
------Dracos POV-----
I stood again, and untied her hands, lifting her a bit, and noticed that her back was unscathed. I was confused, very confused. I didn't know what to do. The only thing that came to my mind was to get Madame Pomfrey. So thats what I did, I ran at top speeds down the hallways, but by the time I got to the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey wasn't even there anymore. Even nurses needed their sleep, I supposed. I growled, and began pacing, not worrying about mrs. Norris, who was watching me with her beady little eyes. I sighed, and remembered- thats right- Terra was the headmasters granddaughter!
I took off running again, this time toward the headmasters office, and I pounded on the door that stood between the spiral stairs, and me. The headmaster came down slowly, and the door slid open. He stared at me through his half moon spectacles, and lifted an eyebrow. He was a humorous sight in the middle of the night. I would have laughed if the situation was different. His beard was uncombed, and went everywhere, as did his hair. "Yes?" He questioned, more out of curiosity then anything else.
"Its Terra." I said, my words rushed. I knew I probably wasn't much of a sight either, what after running through the halls this quickly, and having jumped out of bed, awoken by a banshees scream. "S-something happened to Terra." We had to get back before the fire went out, those.. things.. whatever they were, didn't like the light. Obviously, as a couple had burned in mid path.
Dumbledor sighed, and shook his head, "So, they've come back." He said, mostly to himself, "Well, come, take me to her." Vaguely I wondered how she would explain the whole being naked bit to her grandfather, but I didn't really care. Something was wrong with this entire picture. This wasn't supposed to happen. Terra was the perfect one without a worry or care, because her grandfather was the fucking headmaster. She couldn't fail classes, she couldn't get jumped, she used to be the girlfriend of the boy who lived, for crying out loud! I was confused, and I fucking hated it. This was not supposed to fucking happen!!!
But I led him to our common room, and inside. By the time we got there we were being followed my McGonagle, Snape, Sprout, and our newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher: Profecer Armondi. However, Dumbledor and Armondi were the only ones who proceded into the common room themselves. Armondi wandered over to where one of the burnt creatures was, and picked it up, examining it closely. Dumbledor went to Terra's side, and didn't seem to notice that she was naked as he spoke softly to her, and she replied as best as she could. I leaned against the wall, a little ashamed that I had reacted this way. I was only playing with her anyway... right?
--Terra's POV--
It didn't take long for pop-pop to heal me, that surprised me, since Draco had been completely helpless to do so, and It also didn't take long for me to pull my clothes around me. GODS almost all the professors were here!! Armondi, a tall, dark haired man walked over to me, dangling a creature that had just recently attacked me in front of my face, "Do you know what this is?" He asked, his voice smooth as it always was. He was pale- I had always had suspicions that he was a vampire. He certainly fit the description: tall dark and hansom, and Grandfather was known for hiring odd people as professors.
I nodded softly, shifting my gaze away from the burnt creature. It was small, about the size of my fist (my hands were small for my age), it had sharp claws, and a spike on either end of it. It had a hard shell, virtually unkillable without light, and two, beady, lid-less eyes. I was familiar with these creatures. They had plagued my family ever since the 'birth' of Voldemort. They'd stopped, temporarily when he fell, but they were obviously back. They were called the lodionoms. Subordinate creatures to a true terror.
"Iodionoms." I stated, finding the stairs that led to my dormitory incredably interesting. All of this was embaracing! I pulled my robe closer around me as I carefully avoided the sight of Malfoy- oh hell, he deserved to be called by his first name just this once- Draco. Vaguely I was aware that he was the one who had saved me, but that didn't mean I wanted to embrace the fact. Besides, after this, I would probably have to tell him everything. ...Everything. There was so much to tell, so many parts I don't know, so many things I'd sworn never to tell another living soul.
Armondi nodded, "Exactly." He stated calmly, and dropped the creature into his ever present leather pouch. He turned, "Malfoy, I would like you to escort our little damsel in distress to her dormitory, please, make sure she doesn't spend -any- time alone." He turned to the headmaster, and nodded slightly, "That is, if it is permisable by her grandfather." Pop-pop nodded, and my heart sank. -Shit-! No time alone?! I wasn't safe -anywhere- anymore!! This wasn't fair! I couldn't spend all my time with Malfoy, he'd rape me, or molest me, or- or- SOMETHING!
A cruel smirk came to Malfoys face, but I was the only one to see the cruelty beneath the smirk. The other profecers didn't know him like I did. Didn't -know- the cruelty he could command. I -did-. "Of course, Profecer." He replied with a slight bow of the head. He took my arm, and pulled me -off- of the couch, and toward my dormitory. The whole time, all I could think, was "I'm doomed."
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Authors.. erm.. notes:
Garnet: YES YES YES YES YES TIMES INFINITY!!!
Harry: NO NO NO NO NO TIMES WHATEVER YOU DID!
Garnet: That.. Doesn't work.. But, whatever. YES!
Harry: NO!
Garnet: YES!
Harry: NO!
Garnet: YES! *blinks* *realizes that the audiance is back* *coughs*
Harry: NO! Haha.
Garnet: *glares at Harry* *turns back to the camera* I appologize for the idiocy of these authors notes, and for the shortness of the chapters. Now. *turns to Harry* YES!
Harry: NO!
Garnet: YES!
Harry: NO!
Garnet: YES!
Harry: NO!
Camera: *fades the picture out with us still arguing*