Authors Notes:
Hey! Sorry it's been so long since this chappy, my internet broke down and refused to work. It's probably because I made a slightly offensive picture of the spy peoples, but that's ok. It's back now, isn't it? (can't say how long that'll last...) But anyways, as for the story: I'm sorry if I kind of made Draco a big time meanie, but that's what he's supposed to come out to be. shrug Anyways, time ta read. SO READ!!
Chapter Six
I climbed out of the bed, and doubled over as the organs in my womb stretched, and it felt sickeningly as if they were tearing. However, I pulled a robe around me, and ran downstairs anyway, wrapping my arms around my grandfathers neck. Ah, sweet salvation. "Pop-pop," I whispered, standing on my tip toes so he could hear me, "D-draco's up there.. he... he... he raped me.." I whimpered, not feeling any spectacular loyalty to Draco. It was true, he had raped me. The second time he'd shown consideration to what I was feeling, but the fact remained that I hadn't had a choice, and I wasn't very happy about that. Besides, I could tell my grandfather anything, and he'd take care of it for me.. although, he looked a bit taken aback by the sudden confession.
"He's still up there, you say?" He asked, looking from me, to the staircase and back, "So if I went up there, I'd find him?" Oh gods, he didn't even believe me. I could see it in everything about him- the way he stood, the way he spoke.. he didn't believe a word of it.
"He may've left." I stated thoughtfully, "He teleports.."
"Teleports?" Pop-pop asked unbelievingly, "Over Hogwarts ground? Thats impossible, my dear.. There's an anti-apparation spell on the entire property.."
"He doesn't apparate.. its a silent spell.. he doesn't need a wand or anything... pop-pop, you have to believe me!" I cried despirately, pulling at my own hair to keep from hitting him.
"Terra, I realize that you're sixteen, and your hormones are going crazy- they can influence some pretty disturbing, and realistic dreams, but you have to learn to tell the difference between what is true, and what is false." Pop-pop stated as if he knew something about teenage girls, "Now, I'd like you to come with me to madame Pomfrey to investigate the possibilites of brain unexpectantsies-"
"I'm not crazy!" I cried before he could finish the sentance, "I know what happened! I still feel like I'm tearing apart! Pop-pop!!"
"Now Terra, mental incapasities aren't things to be ashamed of, but rather to be embraced, and dealt with." He replied gently, attempting to ease me toward the door.
"NO!" I screamed, wrenching away, "I'm not mad! You can't make me go down there, grandfather, you can't! You must know I'm not mad! Pop-pop!" I took another step back as he stepped toward me, my jaw dopped in potential shock, "NO!" I yelled again, for good measure. I wanted to turn around and run, go anywhere but here. He didn't believe me.. He thought I was mad.. it was all too much to handle. I wedged myself in the doorway to the stairs, putting one hand on the inside of both the walls for support.
"Terra, there are people waiting for you in the Great Hall." He stated with a strained voice, "They want to speak with you about the idiodoms. Are you.. well enough to speak with them?" He asked, taking another concerned step toward me.
I took a deep, calming breath, "Yes." I stated finally, "I am well enough." I walked past him, into the hall where I saw Draco leaning against the statue, smirking triumphantly. 'Bastard' I thought, glaring intensely at him, no wonder my grandfather didn't believe me. Draco had convinced him that he was in the hall waiting for us. My heart sank as he looped his arm in mine, and guided me in the opposite direction of the Great Hall, and into an abandoned classroom.
He slammed me against the wall in an act of semi pain, and stared at me as I hesitated to lift my gaze to his eyes. "You told." He growled, angrily squeezing my shoulder as my body, rather than I, tried to double over and stop the pain in m womb.
"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered as he wrenched me back up to stand straight, knowing fully well that it hurt horribly.
"No you're not." He growled, throwing me toward the other wall, which I only narrowly escaped from banging my head against, "You wouldn't have told if you didn't want to. He didn't pry anything out of you." He stated angrily, stepping dilibrately toward me, and stood over me. He took ahold of the back of my robe, and forced me back up, slamming my front against the wall as he moved close enough to me so he could've impaled me if he so chose. He smirked as I whimpered with the pain of being squashed
"Please.." I pled, trying to shove myself away from the wall in an attempt to double over, "It hurts.." I gasped as he took ahold of my hair, and wrenched me up further, making me whimper even more.
"My sincerest apologies." He whispered sarcastically in my ear, before he stepped aside, and thrust me, by the hair, into the parallel wall. I sank down the wall, and clung to my knees, determined to never let go. "I've shown you mercy." He growled, taking a step toward me, "I took your emotions as a higher authority then even mine, and -still- you ran to your grandfather and told him I raped you."
"You did." I growled, glaring up at him from my spot on the floor.
"Only once." He replied with a smirk, before lifting me up my the neck, and holding me up so high that I had to wrap my legs around him to keep from falling. He slammed me harder against the wall, cherishing the look of confusion between pain and pleasure on my face. I got to see that he continued to smirk before he pressed his lips painfully to mine. I attempted to shove him away from me, to no avail; he only kissed me harder, and I had enough sense to stop trying to get away, instead lacing my fingers in his hair, having no better ideas. He pulled his head away, and stepped away from the wall, causing me to fall backwards, hitting the back of my head against the floor. I didn't get a chance to groan before he had me against a different wall, his hands wandering where ever he damnwell pleased.
"I'll warn you once," I growled, "Get the hell off of me." My voice held such venom he almost flinched. He smirked, reaching toward the cavity between my legs, and stared darkly at me as my eyes widened, and fluttered closed with the burning sensation that again begain to grow.
"Or what?" He whispered sharply into my ear, thrusting three fingers into me, "Are you going to try to hurt me?" He smirked, doing the come here signal, and making me whimper, grabbing ahold of both of his shoulders. Vaguely I realized that his forehead was beaded with sweat, but I didn't exactly care at the moment. I didn't know what I'd do, but I had to do something. I refused to just give in to him while he bruised me up, made me bleed, tore out my hair. I wouldn't let that happen. I caught sight of his wand, and began to stall.
"You underestimate me, Mr. Malfoy." I growled, reaching slowly for it, being careful not to make any sudden movements. I had to keep his attention away from his pocket, "I -am- the headmasters granddaughter after all." I flinced as he wrenched his fingers out of me, and lifted them up to my lips. I couldn't help but to try to pull away as he traced his pointer finger along my eyebrows.
"I don't see you doing much yet." He stated with a smirk, moving even closer to me, crushing me. I got ahold of his wand, and ripped it out of his pocket. I squeezed out from under him, and backed agily behind one of the desks, pointing his own wand at him.
"How about now?" I challenged, "Now what's the bastard going to do?" I kept the desk between us as he stepped toward me. I glanced at the door, "Alohamora." I whispered, watching the silver tendril unlock the door, before I looked back at Draco, taking a sideways step toward the door, wand still pointed at him.
"Even if you get out of this room, you still have to deal with me for the rest of the year." He stated nonchalantly, crossing his arms.
"Then I'll just keep a wand with me, and curse you every time you try to touch me for the rest of the year." I replied determinedly, "I'll be damned if I let myself be your rag doll." I gasped, and fell back a couple of steps as he walked toward me, "Wingardium Leviosa!" I cried, lifting the table, and throwing it at him with the wand. While he was stunned for a moment, I darted out the door and ran for the Griffindor common room. I gasped again, and reeled backards as he appeared in front of me, and whirled around, running in the opposite direction, without a real destination, I just had to get away. I paused, thinking wisely, and whirled back around, I whispered quietly to the wand, and an anti-gravity mist spred out behind me. Thinking logically, I ran the other direction. I was naming all the spells I knew, save for actual killing curses, "Avis!" A flock of birds swooped through the window at him, picking at his own blonde hair. I glanced at him with a look of pity, before whirling around a corner, and out of sight.
----Dracos POV----
I growled irritably as the birds began pecking at my scalp and hair, shoving them away from me the best I could before unfortunately stepping into the mist, and finding myself walking on the ceiling. Luckily, Crabbe and Goyle showed up and reversed the spells, though I hit my head on the floor. "That little vixen.." I growled, glaring at Crabbe and Goyle as they attempted to drag me to Madame Pomfrey. It didn't matter, I'd get my wand from her tonight while she's asleep and let her think it disappeared. I may take her wand as well...
I glared at the corner from which she disappeared, my fierce rage beginning to ebb away. I almost felt a twinge of guilt upon realizing that I had hurt her in my temporary inferno.. almost. I glared at the two before stalking toward the great hall... I knew that was where she would be. Her mother had summoned her there for something or other, I hadn't managed to get the entire conversation. Whatever it was, neither mother or grandpop sounded happy about it. I'd just wait outside for her, and bring her back to our Common Room.
I turned around, walking toward the Great Hall with delebrate steps. "Leave." I ordered the two dimwits behind me. I didn't want them around while I berated Terra for not only stealing my wand, but attempting to attack me as well. She of all people should've known that no one attacks Draco Malfoy without being strictly punished. I smirked as the idiots fell away from me. See? Even they knew me better than that.
----Terras POV----
I stepped into the great hall, red in the face, and panting, but my fatigue left me as I saw my mom. "MUM!" I cried, running over and throwing my arms around her, the previous, scary moments leaving me for the moment. She laughed at my reaction, not hesitating to return the hug. I pulled away and glanced around, feeling someone watching me. All in one instant, I knew it was a very pissed off Draco. I closed my eyes briefly, hoping mum would never leave- though I knew she would have to eventually. I was dead when I left this room. Pop-pop didn't even believe me, and mum was leaving. Draco'd raped me once, who was to say he wouldn't do it again?
"Is something the matter, honey?" My mom asked, and I glanced at the door, wondering what Draco would do if I said yes, but I looked back to my mum, and attempted a smile. I threw myself into a hyper mask, and bounced around a couple of times, grinning as she laughed, and shook her head with an 'apparently not'.
"What'd ya wanna talk to me about?" I asked, settling down into a seat beside her, and resting my chin on the table. I should've gotten an oscar for that performance, and Draco knew it- I could almost feel his cruel grin at my back.
"Ah, the idiodoms." My mum began, the smile leaving her features, "Your father, god rest his soul, helped me find these." she pulled a couple newspapers out of her purse, and slid them onto the table, "Its headlines were 'terror in Griffindor tower', We thought it'd be useful." Without a word, I placed a hand on the paper, and closed my eyes, letting it suck me into the endless swirl of white yellow and brown.
Suddenly, the great hall was gone to me, and I was in the center of a street. It seemed to be mid 1800s, though everything was beige and brown- as if it'd been drawn on an old sheet of parchment- except me. A young boy stood in the center of the street, waving the paper around. "Idiodoms found in Hogwarts! Young girl found dead in her own common room! Read all about it!" He yelled. He grinned as a concerned looking pregnant woman in a wide skirted dress took the paper from him, and unfolded it, taking a slow look into the papers.
"Oh Edgar." She all but whispered, looking to the man beside her (presumably her husband) "It's Crysandra. She's been murdered." The paper fell out of her hands and to the ground, and she went limp, falling in her husbands arms. My world swirled, and we were in a hospital. The woman was lost, but a child, out of the twins, survived. She was to be named Crysandra, after her older sister.
I came out of the paper for a moment, but was wrenched back in. I was in the Griffindor Common room, everything was in full color. There was no one there but a girl, my age, lying on the couch, whimpering, and crying with the agony of not being invited to the end of the year ball. Through her sobs she did not notice that her powers had slyly reached their snaking tendrils to the candles, and snuffed them out- but she didn't even have a chance to scream when the idiodoms chewed through her neck, and moved swiftly over her body until nothing was left but bones and hair. I stepped back, and in the same instant, lifted my head from the paper in the real world.
"Terra?" Mum asked, tilting her head to look at me as I stared right back at the mini people who stared up at me as if they'd seen me before, "Are you alright, darling? Did you space out again?" I struggled to regain composure as I glanced from the picture, to mum, and back, trying so hard to grasp the concept of reality.
"Yes mother." I stated quietly, "I'm alright." I looked through the papers, as if to see to the last page without lifting the first two. I recognized the girl on the couch. She was me. I snapped out of dread realization, and flashed a believeable smile at her, "I love you mum, but I -really- have to go- I have... homework" Stroke of genius there..., "to do. Thanks for the paper." I scooped up the paper, gave her one last hug, and stormed out the door, completely forgetting that Draco was there.
But Draco hadn't forgotten anything. He caught me around the waist as I attempted to storm past him, and dragged me away from the door, putting a hand over my mouth and nose to keep me silent as Mum passed through, and left the castle altogether. "About time you got done, pet." He whispered into the ear of my struggling figure. I reached slowly into my pocket for my wand, or his wand, or any wand that would work as a wand and would cast spells as it should.
Aha! success! I wrenched away, holding both wands at him, a glint of panic and determination in my eyes. "Don't you take one more step toward me, or I swear to god I'll turn you into the dog you really are." I hissed threateningly, taking a step back. I glanced behind me for a moment to see who I could get to help, but there was no one. When I looked back he was close enough to kiss me, and I reacted on instinct, casting the first spell I could think of. Before I realized what I was doing, Draco was shrinking into a little puppy dog with white blonde hair.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!" The voice of Draco came from the puppy, and I couldn't help but laugh. Sweet success. The look on his face must be priceless right now- course then, it was a little hard to see past the nose.. but hey, he was a lot cuter now- and it was doubtful he could rape me this way.
"I warned you." I stated matter of factly, "I-I said I'd turn you into a dog if you didn't back off- hey, you're a husky at heart!" Draco sat down, and attempted to cross his front legs, but it was a little too difficult for him. It -was- an adorable sight. The pads of his paws were forest green, and his whitish hair was mixed with silver hairs. Smoky blue eyes staired up at me from their low place on his face, and his nose had a blotch of silver on the tip of it.
"I am going to -kill- you when I get back to normal!" He barked, standing back up and attempting to chase his tail (or so it seemed). "Turn me back! Right now!" He looked up at me. Kodak moment...
"I don't know how to." I stated matter of factly, turning away from him, and beginning to walk, "Poor Draco. Dunno where you're gonna sleep." I attempted to ignore the fact that he was trotting along behind me, but it was difficult.
"In your room. In your bed." Draco barked matter of factly, and tilted his puppy head at the glare I sent him, "It's your own fault for turning me into a mutt. You should've thought of it before you used the spell." He added, standing up on his hind legs, and batting at my hand as if trying to hold it between his two emerald paws..but I wrenched my hand back.
"It was instinct." I excused, crossing my arms, and turning back away to walk. He was -too- cute as a puppy, "You were too close. I reacted. Thats all that there is to that."
"Oh I am -not- going to be gentle when I get back to normal..." Draco murmurmed under his bad smelling breath, running to catch up to me. He took a flying leap, and landed a little lower than my elbow, but I coludn't just let the poor pup drop. So, I caught him, and placed him resentfully on his shoulder- an act he must've approved of, because he almost immediately began attempting to lick at my face and neck. Granted, thats a general dog thing, but that didn't change the fact that under all the fur and the cute puppy dog eyes, was Draco. Draco Malfoy: Death Eaters son, meanie that recently raped me, idiot that wouldn't leave me alone, and all around, sick puppy. Amazing how things turn out, isn't it?
"You aren't going to be anything when you get back to normal." I stated, my tone only slightly threatening, "I'll kill you if you attempt to come anywhere as near to me as you just did." I paused, "And I'm not using figurative language."
"How bout as near as I am to you now?" Draco cooed, or more, growled into my ear. I ignored the question, going over instead how odd it was for the Wizard language to be coming out of a dogs muzzle. I shook it off, and spoke the password to the stone gargoyle before our common room, before walking right on inside. I brushed him off my shoulder, not caring where he landed, and stormed toward the dormitories, trying to get something- anything- sorted out.
I was shocked to see little puppy dog Draco lying lazily on my bed, and groaned. "I'm getting a cage for you if you don't stop that." I growled, shoving him off the bed roughly so I could sit down. I rolled my eyes as he lept right back up, and looked at me with his head slightly tilted to the left, not so much in question, but more in examination.
"Thats actually a good idea." He commented, "I should get you a cage, when I'm human again, I mean." I glared at him as he stared at me with puppy dog eyes (no pun intended..). "What's the problem, pet? You -do- know you belong to me, right?" He grinned in a wierd.. doggish way before sharpening his gaze, and staring right into me with heated, lust filled, doggy eyes. I almost shuddered, it was bad enough having real Draco look at me like that, but doggy Draco? That was a little disturbing. Besides, a dog saying he owned me? Can you just -see- the irony?
"I don't belong to you, or any other dog." I muttered irritably, shoving him again off the bed, just so I wouldn't have to see the lust. Not that it mattered, he just lept back up anyway.
"What about any other -man-, pet?" Draco cooed evilly.
"Any dog, thats what I said." I stated, "And stop calling me 'pet' its a little bit freaky considering that you're a dog at the moment." I glared right back at him as he attempted to send me a bone chilling glare. For once, at least, I could win the evil eye contest.
"And as I dog, I can bite." Draco warned, though I seriously doubted he would bite me. The only time he'd drawn blood from me was by mistake (if I believed his body language) and biting me definately wouldn't be a mistake. He lept right onto my lap, and immediately went for the cavity between my legs- it was dog, and Draco nature. Since he was, but a dog, I managed to shove him away with a disgusted look, for I was, truly disgusted.
"DRACO MALFOY!!" I almost screamed, trying (and failing) To keep my voice down enough that I wouldn't attract people, "You're not allowed to do that as a human so what the hell makes you think I'd let you do it now? As a furry, tiny, long tongued, wet nosed, pee on the carpet, DOG?!" This time I kicked him off the bed, and grabbed up my wand, "ACCIO, CAGE!" A rather small cage flew up the stairs and into my room, unfortunatley, over my head. I frowned, "Wingardium Leviosa!" I lifted it up with my power, guided it to where it was over Draco, and let it drop. There. That was better.
"Long tongue feels better." Was the last thing Draco said before curling up, and staring at me with a 'I got the last word' kind of look. I was, definately, too disgusted to respond. Where the hell did he get off telling -me- what feels good, and where the hell did he get the idea that I cared about his opinion?! All this was getting altogether annoying!!
I fell asleep musing about how annoying it was, the newspaper completely forgotten, and woke to find Draco still a dog. Well, that was good, at least I would get a couple of hours of free time. Tonight was the ball, so I had to go around trying to get a date. Oh boy. What fun. I didn't bother to wake Draco out of his little puppy dreams, instead just sauntering down the stairs, and out the door to search for an insane male that would take me to the dance regardless of Dragon up there raping me every two seconds, and Potter hating everything about me, including everyone I went out with. They were the two main people in Hogwarts, with both of them that could be on peoples cases, there wasn't much of a chance.
In fact there was no chance. I asked countless people to take me, but all of them 'had dates' or 'didnt want to go to the dance'. I didn't believe most of them, but when it came time for the dance, I retreated to an empty classroom. I didn't bother locking the door- if someone was coming in they'd come in, they wouldn't bother with locks, and with a spell I made up myself, created a levitating, glowing white orb which played waltzes, and random slow dance songs. I sighed, and pushed all of the tables out of the center of the room so it was a suitable dance floor, closed my eyes and lifted my hands as if I was dancing with someone invisable, and started with the familiar 'one two three' of the classic waltz.
"What's the matter, Branford?" One of the plumper girls in Slytherin cooed from the doorway, not two rounds into the waltz, "Couldn't catch yourself a date?" She and about three other girls burst out into histerical laughter as I stopped in mid step, and turned to glare warningly at them. I hated Slytherin. Everyone in that house had a tendancy to smart talk, or rape me. Sometimes even both. It had begun to get on my last nerve.
"Or is he invisable?" One of the other girls snickered, sending the other three back into roaring laughter, "Oh my! Did you get Nearly Headless Nick to go out with you? That must be such a step up for you!" More laughter, more aggrivation.
"Heavens no." A voice from behind them stated, causing them to whirl around, and swoon. There was, human, Draco Malfoy. Damn. The curse wore off. "She was just waiting for me, and practicing, as it were." He sent a dashing smirk among them, soaking it all up as they did everything but bow at his feet. It made me sick, but I had to admit that I was glad he'd shown up. He'd picked good timing at least. "Come, pet, we'll be late for the ball." He purred, offering a lavishly clothed arm toward me. I felt almost like Cinderella, here in my school robes while the hansom prince was darned in Englands finest. "Ah, but you can't go dressed like that, can you? We'll be returning to the common room for your robes." My heart literally sank. Damn. And I almost got away. Now I'd -really- be getting it.
"Draco!" I coughed, though it killed me to use his first name. He just smirked like a male sucubus, "I thought I left you in that cage!" The girls around him giggled, and he pretended to laugh right with them, but he was glaring a terrifying death glare toward me. I gulped, I think I liked that glare better when he was just a puppy dog.
"It was a small cage, pet, when I got bigger it couldn't hold me." He said it so charmingly it sent chills down my spine. He was as cool as a cucumber, even in front of all of these Slytherin girls, who, continued to giggle like insane porcupines. It was really grating on my nerves but I rathered stay in this room, with the giggling clowns (they did horrible make up jobs..) then in the Common room, alone with a very pissed off Draco. Not only did I lock him up, turn him into a dog, but I'd forgotten to feed him as well. Um... oops?
"Alright." I muttered finally after a long deathglare. I couldn't resist the fear anymore. I'd just have to cooperate with whatever the hell he did to me, no matter how terrifying, or painful it was. I realized, though I wouldn't have admitted it to him, the punishment was a bit easier if I cooperated. "Lets go get my dress robes. I can't -believe- I forgot to put them on..." I damnnear flinched as he walked toward me, and slid an arm around my waist, keeping it there even as I squirmed, as if it was meant to be there, all along. He led me out the door, out of the safety of the public eye, and toward the common room, his grip becoming harder as we began up the stairs. "I'm doomed, aren't I.." I muttered irritably, staring ahead of us no matter what he was looking at.
"Oh you don't know the half of it." Draco replied with a smirk.
Authors notes: Does anyone even read these? 0o lol. Anyways Terra came out to be a little bit more wimpy then I meant to make her. She just realized that Draco tends to hurt her when he's mad, so, smart thing to do is not to make him mad, right? sigh Don't try to tell me that this story is going no place because I have an epic plot that hasn't come into effect YET. Do I look like the kind of person who doesn't know what she's doing? ... ... ... ... don't answer that. Just review.
Hey! Sorry it's been so long since this chappy, my internet broke down and refused to work. It's probably because I made a slightly offensive picture of the spy peoples, but that's ok. It's back now, isn't it? (can't say how long that'll last...) But anyways, as for the story: I'm sorry if I kind of made Draco a big time meanie, but that's what he's supposed to come out to be. shrug Anyways, time ta read. SO READ!!
Chapter Six
I climbed out of the bed, and doubled over as the organs in my womb stretched, and it felt sickeningly as if they were tearing. However, I pulled a robe around me, and ran downstairs anyway, wrapping my arms around my grandfathers neck. Ah, sweet salvation. "Pop-pop," I whispered, standing on my tip toes so he could hear me, "D-draco's up there.. he... he... he raped me.." I whimpered, not feeling any spectacular loyalty to Draco. It was true, he had raped me. The second time he'd shown consideration to what I was feeling, but the fact remained that I hadn't had a choice, and I wasn't very happy about that. Besides, I could tell my grandfather anything, and he'd take care of it for me.. although, he looked a bit taken aback by the sudden confession.
"He's still up there, you say?" He asked, looking from me, to the staircase and back, "So if I went up there, I'd find him?" Oh gods, he didn't even believe me. I could see it in everything about him- the way he stood, the way he spoke.. he didn't believe a word of it.
"He may've left." I stated thoughtfully, "He teleports.."
"Teleports?" Pop-pop asked unbelievingly, "Over Hogwarts ground? Thats impossible, my dear.. There's an anti-apparation spell on the entire property.."
"He doesn't apparate.. its a silent spell.. he doesn't need a wand or anything... pop-pop, you have to believe me!" I cried despirately, pulling at my own hair to keep from hitting him.
"Terra, I realize that you're sixteen, and your hormones are going crazy- they can influence some pretty disturbing, and realistic dreams, but you have to learn to tell the difference between what is true, and what is false." Pop-pop stated as if he knew something about teenage girls, "Now, I'd like you to come with me to madame Pomfrey to investigate the possibilites of brain unexpectantsies-"
"I'm not crazy!" I cried before he could finish the sentance, "I know what happened! I still feel like I'm tearing apart! Pop-pop!!"
"Now Terra, mental incapasities aren't things to be ashamed of, but rather to be embraced, and dealt with." He replied gently, attempting to ease me toward the door.
"NO!" I screamed, wrenching away, "I'm not mad! You can't make me go down there, grandfather, you can't! You must know I'm not mad! Pop-pop!" I took another step back as he stepped toward me, my jaw dopped in potential shock, "NO!" I yelled again, for good measure. I wanted to turn around and run, go anywhere but here. He didn't believe me.. He thought I was mad.. it was all too much to handle. I wedged myself in the doorway to the stairs, putting one hand on the inside of both the walls for support.
"Terra, there are people waiting for you in the Great Hall." He stated with a strained voice, "They want to speak with you about the idiodoms. Are you.. well enough to speak with them?" He asked, taking another concerned step toward me.
I took a deep, calming breath, "Yes." I stated finally, "I am well enough." I walked past him, into the hall where I saw Draco leaning against the statue, smirking triumphantly. 'Bastard' I thought, glaring intensely at him, no wonder my grandfather didn't believe me. Draco had convinced him that he was in the hall waiting for us. My heart sank as he looped his arm in mine, and guided me in the opposite direction of the Great Hall, and into an abandoned classroom.
He slammed me against the wall in an act of semi pain, and stared at me as I hesitated to lift my gaze to his eyes. "You told." He growled, angrily squeezing my shoulder as my body, rather than I, tried to double over and stop the pain in m womb.
"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered as he wrenched me back up to stand straight, knowing fully well that it hurt horribly.
"No you're not." He growled, throwing me toward the other wall, which I only narrowly escaped from banging my head against, "You wouldn't have told if you didn't want to. He didn't pry anything out of you." He stated angrily, stepping dilibrately toward me, and stood over me. He took ahold of the back of my robe, and forced me back up, slamming my front against the wall as he moved close enough to me so he could've impaled me if he so chose. He smirked as I whimpered with the pain of being squashed
"Please.." I pled, trying to shove myself away from the wall in an attempt to double over, "It hurts.." I gasped as he took ahold of my hair, and wrenched me up further, making me whimper even more.
"My sincerest apologies." He whispered sarcastically in my ear, before he stepped aside, and thrust me, by the hair, into the parallel wall. I sank down the wall, and clung to my knees, determined to never let go. "I've shown you mercy." He growled, taking a step toward me, "I took your emotions as a higher authority then even mine, and -still- you ran to your grandfather and told him I raped you."
"You did." I growled, glaring up at him from my spot on the floor.
"Only once." He replied with a smirk, before lifting me up my the neck, and holding me up so high that I had to wrap my legs around him to keep from falling. He slammed me harder against the wall, cherishing the look of confusion between pain and pleasure on my face. I got to see that he continued to smirk before he pressed his lips painfully to mine. I attempted to shove him away from me, to no avail; he only kissed me harder, and I had enough sense to stop trying to get away, instead lacing my fingers in his hair, having no better ideas. He pulled his head away, and stepped away from the wall, causing me to fall backwards, hitting the back of my head against the floor. I didn't get a chance to groan before he had me against a different wall, his hands wandering where ever he damnwell pleased.
"I'll warn you once," I growled, "Get the hell off of me." My voice held such venom he almost flinched. He smirked, reaching toward the cavity between my legs, and stared darkly at me as my eyes widened, and fluttered closed with the burning sensation that again begain to grow.
"Or what?" He whispered sharply into my ear, thrusting three fingers into me, "Are you going to try to hurt me?" He smirked, doing the come here signal, and making me whimper, grabbing ahold of both of his shoulders. Vaguely I realized that his forehead was beaded with sweat, but I didn't exactly care at the moment. I didn't know what I'd do, but I had to do something. I refused to just give in to him while he bruised me up, made me bleed, tore out my hair. I wouldn't let that happen. I caught sight of his wand, and began to stall.
"You underestimate me, Mr. Malfoy." I growled, reaching slowly for it, being careful not to make any sudden movements. I had to keep his attention away from his pocket, "I -am- the headmasters granddaughter after all." I flinced as he wrenched his fingers out of me, and lifted them up to my lips. I couldn't help but to try to pull away as he traced his pointer finger along my eyebrows.
"I don't see you doing much yet." He stated with a smirk, moving even closer to me, crushing me. I got ahold of his wand, and ripped it out of his pocket. I squeezed out from under him, and backed agily behind one of the desks, pointing his own wand at him.
"How about now?" I challenged, "Now what's the bastard going to do?" I kept the desk between us as he stepped toward me. I glanced at the door, "Alohamora." I whispered, watching the silver tendril unlock the door, before I looked back at Draco, taking a sideways step toward the door, wand still pointed at him.
"Even if you get out of this room, you still have to deal with me for the rest of the year." He stated nonchalantly, crossing his arms.
"Then I'll just keep a wand with me, and curse you every time you try to touch me for the rest of the year." I replied determinedly, "I'll be damned if I let myself be your rag doll." I gasped, and fell back a couple of steps as he walked toward me, "Wingardium Leviosa!" I cried, lifting the table, and throwing it at him with the wand. While he was stunned for a moment, I darted out the door and ran for the Griffindor common room. I gasped again, and reeled backards as he appeared in front of me, and whirled around, running in the opposite direction, without a real destination, I just had to get away. I paused, thinking wisely, and whirled back around, I whispered quietly to the wand, and an anti-gravity mist spred out behind me. Thinking logically, I ran the other direction. I was naming all the spells I knew, save for actual killing curses, "Avis!" A flock of birds swooped through the window at him, picking at his own blonde hair. I glanced at him with a look of pity, before whirling around a corner, and out of sight.
----Dracos POV----
I growled irritably as the birds began pecking at my scalp and hair, shoving them away from me the best I could before unfortunately stepping into the mist, and finding myself walking on the ceiling. Luckily, Crabbe and Goyle showed up and reversed the spells, though I hit my head on the floor. "That little vixen.." I growled, glaring at Crabbe and Goyle as they attempted to drag me to Madame Pomfrey. It didn't matter, I'd get my wand from her tonight while she's asleep and let her think it disappeared. I may take her wand as well...
I glared at the corner from which she disappeared, my fierce rage beginning to ebb away. I almost felt a twinge of guilt upon realizing that I had hurt her in my temporary inferno.. almost. I glared at the two before stalking toward the great hall... I knew that was where she would be. Her mother had summoned her there for something or other, I hadn't managed to get the entire conversation. Whatever it was, neither mother or grandpop sounded happy about it. I'd just wait outside for her, and bring her back to our Common Room.
I turned around, walking toward the Great Hall with delebrate steps. "Leave." I ordered the two dimwits behind me. I didn't want them around while I berated Terra for not only stealing my wand, but attempting to attack me as well. She of all people should've known that no one attacks Draco Malfoy without being strictly punished. I smirked as the idiots fell away from me. See? Even they knew me better than that.
----Terras POV----
I stepped into the great hall, red in the face, and panting, but my fatigue left me as I saw my mom. "MUM!" I cried, running over and throwing my arms around her, the previous, scary moments leaving me for the moment. She laughed at my reaction, not hesitating to return the hug. I pulled away and glanced around, feeling someone watching me. All in one instant, I knew it was a very pissed off Draco. I closed my eyes briefly, hoping mum would never leave- though I knew she would have to eventually. I was dead when I left this room. Pop-pop didn't even believe me, and mum was leaving. Draco'd raped me once, who was to say he wouldn't do it again?
"Is something the matter, honey?" My mom asked, and I glanced at the door, wondering what Draco would do if I said yes, but I looked back to my mum, and attempted a smile. I threw myself into a hyper mask, and bounced around a couple of times, grinning as she laughed, and shook her head with an 'apparently not'.
"What'd ya wanna talk to me about?" I asked, settling down into a seat beside her, and resting my chin on the table. I should've gotten an oscar for that performance, and Draco knew it- I could almost feel his cruel grin at my back.
"Ah, the idiodoms." My mum began, the smile leaving her features, "Your father, god rest his soul, helped me find these." she pulled a couple newspapers out of her purse, and slid them onto the table, "Its headlines were 'terror in Griffindor tower', We thought it'd be useful." Without a word, I placed a hand on the paper, and closed my eyes, letting it suck me into the endless swirl of white yellow and brown.
Suddenly, the great hall was gone to me, and I was in the center of a street. It seemed to be mid 1800s, though everything was beige and brown- as if it'd been drawn on an old sheet of parchment- except me. A young boy stood in the center of the street, waving the paper around. "Idiodoms found in Hogwarts! Young girl found dead in her own common room! Read all about it!" He yelled. He grinned as a concerned looking pregnant woman in a wide skirted dress took the paper from him, and unfolded it, taking a slow look into the papers.
"Oh Edgar." She all but whispered, looking to the man beside her (presumably her husband) "It's Crysandra. She's been murdered." The paper fell out of her hands and to the ground, and she went limp, falling in her husbands arms. My world swirled, and we were in a hospital. The woman was lost, but a child, out of the twins, survived. She was to be named Crysandra, after her older sister.
I came out of the paper for a moment, but was wrenched back in. I was in the Griffindor Common room, everything was in full color. There was no one there but a girl, my age, lying on the couch, whimpering, and crying with the agony of not being invited to the end of the year ball. Through her sobs she did not notice that her powers had slyly reached their snaking tendrils to the candles, and snuffed them out- but she didn't even have a chance to scream when the idiodoms chewed through her neck, and moved swiftly over her body until nothing was left but bones and hair. I stepped back, and in the same instant, lifted my head from the paper in the real world.
"Terra?" Mum asked, tilting her head to look at me as I stared right back at the mini people who stared up at me as if they'd seen me before, "Are you alright, darling? Did you space out again?" I struggled to regain composure as I glanced from the picture, to mum, and back, trying so hard to grasp the concept of reality.
"Yes mother." I stated quietly, "I'm alright." I looked through the papers, as if to see to the last page without lifting the first two. I recognized the girl on the couch. She was me. I snapped out of dread realization, and flashed a believeable smile at her, "I love you mum, but I -really- have to go- I have... homework" Stroke of genius there..., "to do. Thanks for the paper." I scooped up the paper, gave her one last hug, and stormed out the door, completely forgetting that Draco was there.
But Draco hadn't forgotten anything. He caught me around the waist as I attempted to storm past him, and dragged me away from the door, putting a hand over my mouth and nose to keep me silent as Mum passed through, and left the castle altogether. "About time you got done, pet." He whispered into the ear of my struggling figure. I reached slowly into my pocket for my wand, or his wand, or any wand that would work as a wand and would cast spells as it should.
Aha! success! I wrenched away, holding both wands at him, a glint of panic and determination in my eyes. "Don't you take one more step toward me, or I swear to god I'll turn you into the dog you really are." I hissed threateningly, taking a step back. I glanced behind me for a moment to see who I could get to help, but there was no one. When I looked back he was close enough to kiss me, and I reacted on instinct, casting the first spell I could think of. Before I realized what I was doing, Draco was shrinking into a little puppy dog with white blonde hair.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO TO ME?!" The voice of Draco came from the puppy, and I couldn't help but laugh. Sweet success. The look on his face must be priceless right now- course then, it was a little hard to see past the nose.. but hey, he was a lot cuter now- and it was doubtful he could rape me this way.
"I warned you." I stated matter of factly, "I-I said I'd turn you into a dog if you didn't back off- hey, you're a husky at heart!" Draco sat down, and attempted to cross his front legs, but it was a little too difficult for him. It -was- an adorable sight. The pads of his paws were forest green, and his whitish hair was mixed with silver hairs. Smoky blue eyes staired up at me from their low place on his face, and his nose had a blotch of silver on the tip of it.
"I am going to -kill- you when I get back to normal!" He barked, standing back up and attempting to chase his tail (or so it seemed). "Turn me back! Right now!" He looked up at me. Kodak moment...
"I don't know how to." I stated matter of factly, turning away from him, and beginning to walk, "Poor Draco. Dunno where you're gonna sleep." I attempted to ignore the fact that he was trotting along behind me, but it was difficult.
"In your room. In your bed." Draco barked matter of factly, and tilted his puppy head at the glare I sent him, "It's your own fault for turning me into a mutt. You should've thought of it before you used the spell." He added, standing up on his hind legs, and batting at my hand as if trying to hold it between his two emerald paws..but I wrenched my hand back.
"It was instinct." I excused, crossing my arms, and turning back away to walk. He was -too- cute as a puppy, "You were too close. I reacted. Thats all that there is to that."
"Oh I am -not- going to be gentle when I get back to normal..." Draco murmurmed under his bad smelling breath, running to catch up to me. He took a flying leap, and landed a little lower than my elbow, but I coludn't just let the poor pup drop. So, I caught him, and placed him resentfully on his shoulder- an act he must've approved of, because he almost immediately began attempting to lick at my face and neck. Granted, thats a general dog thing, but that didn't change the fact that under all the fur and the cute puppy dog eyes, was Draco. Draco Malfoy: Death Eaters son, meanie that recently raped me, idiot that wouldn't leave me alone, and all around, sick puppy. Amazing how things turn out, isn't it?
"You aren't going to be anything when you get back to normal." I stated, my tone only slightly threatening, "I'll kill you if you attempt to come anywhere as near to me as you just did." I paused, "And I'm not using figurative language."
"How bout as near as I am to you now?" Draco cooed, or more, growled into my ear. I ignored the question, going over instead how odd it was for the Wizard language to be coming out of a dogs muzzle. I shook it off, and spoke the password to the stone gargoyle before our common room, before walking right on inside. I brushed him off my shoulder, not caring where he landed, and stormed toward the dormitories, trying to get something- anything- sorted out.
I was shocked to see little puppy dog Draco lying lazily on my bed, and groaned. "I'm getting a cage for you if you don't stop that." I growled, shoving him off the bed roughly so I could sit down. I rolled my eyes as he lept right back up, and looked at me with his head slightly tilted to the left, not so much in question, but more in examination.
"Thats actually a good idea." He commented, "I should get you a cage, when I'm human again, I mean." I glared at him as he stared at me with puppy dog eyes (no pun intended..). "What's the problem, pet? You -do- know you belong to me, right?" He grinned in a wierd.. doggish way before sharpening his gaze, and staring right into me with heated, lust filled, doggy eyes. I almost shuddered, it was bad enough having real Draco look at me like that, but doggy Draco? That was a little disturbing. Besides, a dog saying he owned me? Can you just -see- the irony?
"I don't belong to you, or any other dog." I muttered irritably, shoving him again off the bed, just so I wouldn't have to see the lust. Not that it mattered, he just lept back up anyway.
"What about any other -man-, pet?" Draco cooed evilly.
"Any dog, thats what I said." I stated, "And stop calling me 'pet' its a little bit freaky considering that you're a dog at the moment." I glared right back at him as he attempted to send me a bone chilling glare. For once, at least, I could win the evil eye contest.
"And as I dog, I can bite." Draco warned, though I seriously doubted he would bite me. The only time he'd drawn blood from me was by mistake (if I believed his body language) and biting me definately wouldn't be a mistake. He lept right onto my lap, and immediately went for the cavity between my legs- it was dog, and Draco nature. Since he was, but a dog, I managed to shove him away with a disgusted look, for I was, truly disgusted.
"DRACO MALFOY!!" I almost screamed, trying (and failing) To keep my voice down enough that I wouldn't attract people, "You're not allowed to do that as a human so what the hell makes you think I'd let you do it now? As a furry, tiny, long tongued, wet nosed, pee on the carpet, DOG?!" This time I kicked him off the bed, and grabbed up my wand, "ACCIO, CAGE!" A rather small cage flew up the stairs and into my room, unfortunatley, over my head. I frowned, "Wingardium Leviosa!" I lifted it up with my power, guided it to where it was over Draco, and let it drop. There. That was better.
"Long tongue feels better." Was the last thing Draco said before curling up, and staring at me with a 'I got the last word' kind of look. I was, definately, too disgusted to respond. Where the hell did he get off telling -me- what feels good, and where the hell did he get the idea that I cared about his opinion?! All this was getting altogether annoying!!
I fell asleep musing about how annoying it was, the newspaper completely forgotten, and woke to find Draco still a dog. Well, that was good, at least I would get a couple of hours of free time. Tonight was the ball, so I had to go around trying to get a date. Oh boy. What fun. I didn't bother to wake Draco out of his little puppy dreams, instead just sauntering down the stairs, and out the door to search for an insane male that would take me to the dance regardless of Dragon up there raping me every two seconds, and Potter hating everything about me, including everyone I went out with. They were the two main people in Hogwarts, with both of them that could be on peoples cases, there wasn't much of a chance.
In fact there was no chance. I asked countless people to take me, but all of them 'had dates' or 'didnt want to go to the dance'. I didn't believe most of them, but when it came time for the dance, I retreated to an empty classroom. I didn't bother locking the door- if someone was coming in they'd come in, they wouldn't bother with locks, and with a spell I made up myself, created a levitating, glowing white orb which played waltzes, and random slow dance songs. I sighed, and pushed all of the tables out of the center of the room so it was a suitable dance floor, closed my eyes and lifted my hands as if I was dancing with someone invisable, and started with the familiar 'one two three' of the classic waltz.
"What's the matter, Branford?" One of the plumper girls in Slytherin cooed from the doorway, not two rounds into the waltz, "Couldn't catch yourself a date?" She and about three other girls burst out into histerical laughter as I stopped in mid step, and turned to glare warningly at them. I hated Slytherin. Everyone in that house had a tendancy to smart talk, or rape me. Sometimes even both. It had begun to get on my last nerve.
"Or is he invisable?" One of the other girls snickered, sending the other three back into roaring laughter, "Oh my! Did you get Nearly Headless Nick to go out with you? That must be such a step up for you!" More laughter, more aggrivation.
"Heavens no." A voice from behind them stated, causing them to whirl around, and swoon. There was, human, Draco Malfoy. Damn. The curse wore off. "She was just waiting for me, and practicing, as it were." He sent a dashing smirk among them, soaking it all up as they did everything but bow at his feet. It made me sick, but I had to admit that I was glad he'd shown up. He'd picked good timing at least. "Come, pet, we'll be late for the ball." He purred, offering a lavishly clothed arm toward me. I felt almost like Cinderella, here in my school robes while the hansom prince was darned in Englands finest. "Ah, but you can't go dressed like that, can you? We'll be returning to the common room for your robes." My heart literally sank. Damn. And I almost got away. Now I'd -really- be getting it.
"Draco!" I coughed, though it killed me to use his first name. He just smirked like a male sucubus, "I thought I left you in that cage!" The girls around him giggled, and he pretended to laugh right with them, but he was glaring a terrifying death glare toward me. I gulped, I think I liked that glare better when he was just a puppy dog.
"It was a small cage, pet, when I got bigger it couldn't hold me." He said it so charmingly it sent chills down my spine. He was as cool as a cucumber, even in front of all of these Slytherin girls, who, continued to giggle like insane porcupines. It was really grating on my nerves but I rathered stay in this room, with the giggling clowns (they did horrible make up jobs..) then in the Common room, alone with a very pissed off Draco. Not only did I lock him up, turn him into a dog, but I'd forgotten to feed him as well. Um... oops?
"Alright." I muttered finally after a long deathglare. I couldn't resist the fear anymore. I'd just have to cooperate with whatever the hell he did to me, no matter how terrifying, or painful it was. I realized, though I wouldn't have admitted it to him, the punishment was a bit easier if I cooperated. "Lets go get my dress robes. I can't -believe- I forgot to put them on..." I damnnear flinched as he walked toward me, and slid an arm around my waist, keeping it there even as I squirmed, as if it was meant to be there, all along. He led me out the door, out of the safety of the public eye, and toward the common room, his grip becoming harder as we began up the stairs. "I'm doomed, aren't I.." I muttered irritably, staring ahead of us no matter what he was looking at.
"Oh you don't know the half of it." Draco replied with a smirk.
Authors notes: Does anyone even read these? 0o lol. Anyways Terra came out to be a little bit more wimpy then I meant to make her. She just realized that Draco tends to hurt her when he's mad, so, smart thing to do is not to make him mad, right? sigh Don't try to tell me that this story is going no place because I have an epic plot that hasn't come into effect YET. Do I look like the kind of person who doesn't know what she's doing? ... ... ... ... don't answer that. Just review.