Authors notes:
At long last the story is on its way! At this moment, I'd just like to mention that no one in this story belongs to me except Terra, all the Idiodoms that come after you all in the night, the Kadahoes, the other person we haven't yet met cough cough annnnnnnnnnnnnd.... the story of the Kadahoes! Hehe, be sure to review! Tell me if I'm moving too fast!
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Chapter Seven Draco shoved me into the center of the common room, not appearing to care whether I caught myself or not. However, I did catch myself, rather gracefully, I thought, and reeled back to glare at Draco, not even bothering to go for the wands. If the dolt had any sense he'd've taken them from me, and I didn't really feel like checking. I knew he had a brain -somewhere- in the dense sphere above his neck. "What are you going to do to me this time?" I spat, "You've already raped me. Can't do that again, and I'm pretty sure I'm a little too bruised up to be beaten on."
Malfoy, who had indeed stolen the wands, summoned a rather poofy gown, and handed it to me, along with a robe to go over it, "Get dressed." He ordered smoothly, waiting for me to take the garments before strutting to the chair he'd chosen as his own and plopping down. "Hurry. The ball will be starting soon."
I stared at him in what could very well have been shock, "Get dressed?!" I repeated, "What kind of punishment is that?!" It didn't seem to occur to me that I should've been grateful that he wasn't turning me into a toad until after the question had slipped out. I took a step toward my dormatory as he looked up at me with a lifted eyebrow. He didn't have to speak, I knew the question he was asking himself. "N-not that it isn't a perfectly good punishment I mean I didn't get to pick the dress and I wasn't really planning to go to the ball anyway I think I'll go get dressed now bye!" I stuttered breathlessly before darting into my dormatory, only half listening to him laugh hysterically behind me.
As I set down the dress I silently wondered what he was thinking. The Malfoy I knew had always been a violent arrogant person who was constantly trying to get more popular than my ex-boyfriend. Why wasn't he beating me to a bloody pulp? I sighed, lifting the robe away from the gown, and shaking my head. The garment wouldn't do me any good if I didn't take off my uniform. I swiftly changed into the gown, and stepped in front of the mirror to take a look at myself, my head tilted to see what the outfit needed. The gown itself had a black bodice, with silver strings that tied the front together, and a flowing silver skirt that was just a little too long for my liking- but with high heels it'd be perfect. The robe over it was silver at the top, growing steadily into a raven color as your eyes scan downwards. I gathered my hair in my fists and attempted to put it up in an bun of some sort, but I failed. So, I glanced at the door to make sure Malfoy wasn't looking, and with a flurish of a hand, watched in the mirror as my hair wove itself into an intricate design, even weaving in babies breath and a tiara as it did so. I watched as my makeup began to do itself as well, smoothing pale, color changing eyeshadow onto my eyelids, silver lipstick and black lipliner onto my lips, and diamonds wove their way around my neck. I smiled contentedly to myself. I'd forgotten I could do that. Sometimes even my mum showed me good tricks. I picked up a pair of highheels that had just appeared at the base of my bed, silver, and walked carefully back down the steps, attempting not to fall.
It was then that I realized that I was indeed being punished. Draco... dammit... Malfoy had told the Slytherin girls that I was going to the ball with him. That statement was bound to have infected the entire school by now, knowing Slytherins. To hell with knowing Slytherins, knowing typical, teenage girls! If I were to go in alone, It would give not only Draco, but me a bad name as well, but to go in with Draco would mean my dealing with him for the entire ball, not only that, but allowing him to drag me wherever he wanted, to show off his triumph over the powerful Terra Hamilton. I groaned quietly: I didn't need -this.
"Are you ready?" Malfoy asked, as the gentleman should, as he stood, and offered me an arm. I grudgingly took the arm, keeping to my before policy. It didn't matter what he chose to do, I'd go along with it. I didn't feel like getting cut up anyway. "You look.. radiant." He stated matter of factly.
"Cut the small talk and lies." I growled, just because I was cooperating didn't mean I had to be nice, "I know you're just trying to piss me off even more. I'll tell you now, before you try too hard: It's impossible." I didn't even glance over as he lifted an eyebrow, and began to laugh quietly, shaking his head as he led me toward the door.
"I don't know why you hate me tonight. I'm trying to be civil." He stated, "Though, you're reactions only go to prove my before theory all the more correct." He glanced at me and smirked, "You have trouble accepting affection."
"And I go by my theory as well. You're not trying to show me affection, you're raping me often and attempting to make me act like a cat in heat." I pulled my arm away from his, and stalked a bit faster, able to do so only because I hadn't yet put on my shoes. I'd do that when I got there, until then, I wanted to be able to run, should the need arise. He allowed me to walk in front of him, shaking with silent laughter. He stayed silent for a good portion of the trip to the ball, and once we got there, I slipped on the highheels, immediately becoming five inches or so taller. Miracle shoes. Owie shoes. As I glanced back to give a quiet insult, I realized that Draco had mysteriously disappeared. Well. Punishment of all punishment!! Sarcasm used before, if you hadn't noticed.
I returned to old habits, and retreated to the darkest corner in the room, dragged over a chair, and sat down as I watched random couples dancing to the music my grandfathers band provided, not that it was overwelmingly upbeat as the entire orchestra was composed of dead people. I didn't particularly care. It was pretty music none-the-less, and I was free to enjoy it without a certain serpent nipping at my heels. The darkness -here- at least was undisturbed. There were too many people here for the idiodoms to show their puny little black faces, and the joy circling round was more than enough to keep them away. I was grateful, as I'd always loved the darkness. Had the idiodoms not posed a serious threat, I'd've whethered their tiny little scratches just to hide in the shadows of that ever famous fly on the wall. Never noticed. I thrived in the world of the shadows.
I watched in vague interest as Hermoine was dragged onto the dancefloor by not only Ron, but Harry as well. They seemed to be having themselves a reletively good time. Not that it mattered, really, I wasn't allowed to be their friends anymore. I dragged my gaze away from them to the neverending fountains of punch, most of which I were convinced were spiked, given Rons older brothers, and their many apprentices left to the school. My head tilted in question as a streak of a silver wispy something streaked across the ballroom ceiling, and then there was another. No one else seemed to notice them. I frowned silently as the wisps became more frequent, until they illuminated the entire room so brightly it was hard to see anything else. Why hadn't the other students noticed them? All at once the light was gone, and my heart was allowed to resume beating. I stood, and frowned deeply. Something was very, very wrong.
My gaze darted from door to door, as there was a wide door on all four walls except the one the dreary orchestra rested against, and I struggled to find a way out. There were Slytherins parked at all of them. My best opportunity was to get Draco to escort me out, and ditch him in a hall, but as my gaze drifted back to the dancers, I decided that wasn't going to happen. He'd begun dancing with a plump Slytherin girl- probably Pansy Parkenson. Though I'd never seen her, the vague descriptions did seem to match. My frown deepened as the feeling that something wasn't right intensified. Gods, what the hell -was- it!
Screams erupted from the entire crowd as a hatchet was thrown through it, toward me, lodging itself into the wall only a centimeter away from my ear, and only because I'd instinctively dodged. The crowd split into two groups as they attempted to shove themselves through the two doors that a tall, pale, tattooed man wasn't standing in the middle of. He held another silver hatchet in his hand, and though I was far away, I could tell that he had a crazy look in his eyes. He had no hair, and his nose was long, but his skin was an odd, inhuman sort of gray that even the undead of the orchestra couldn't match.
Fear was born in the pit of my stomach, and spred throughout my entire stomach until I couldn't move. I just stood there, staring in horror as the ballroom cleared out unnaturally quickly. I heard lightning strike somewhere near by, and forced my body into motion as the creature threw another hatchet toward my head. I ducked, and rolled sideways, taking off in a wild dart toward the door. I screamed in terror as the thing appeared there, both hatchets out of the wall, and in his hands. "W-WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I shrieked before reeling backwards, and taking off as quickly as I could with the highheels on. I didn't have time to take them off. I -really- wished I had my wand right about then.
"Terra!" I heard a male shout, and I looked to the remaining door, where Draco stood. I glanced from him to the creature copies, who were closing in on me, before dashing toward him, sighing with slight relief as he magicked off the heels. I crashed into his chest and grabbed my wand as he whirled me around, and, hand on my back, rushed me away from the ballroom. We didn't follow the crowd, instead running into the abandoned classroom, slamming the door, and shoving as much furniture as we possibly could in front of it. I sank to the floor, and burried my hands under the many layers of hair on my head.
"You have some extreme explaining to do." Draco panted, also leaning against the door, for good measure. "People don't have oversized beetles, and lunatics with axes attacking them for no reason." He jumped his hair leaping into disarray as someone or something threw itself against the door. I lept up, and threw myself at the door as well, wishing I understood the whole thing.
"I'll tell you why as soon as I find out." I panted, almost letting out a shrill scream as the thing pounded itself again to the door. I settled instead for a gasp, and a whimper, covering my own mouth. Maybe if it didn't know anyone was in here, It'd pass the room. This silence went on for a while until it did finally pass the room up, and wandered on to search somewhere else. I sank back to the floor, and burried my head in my hands, before ripping the tiara out of my hair, as well as the bobby pins and babies breath, letting it fall back to its natural position. With my wand, I magicked myself into clothes I might actually be able to fight in, and reburried my head.
"You have to have some clue." Draco stated finally, though in a whisper as he too sank to the floor. He stared at me, knowing I was shaking, but not attempting to comfort me. "I mean, c'mon, Terra, these things don't just happen!" he lowered his voice again, glancing at the door, "Any profesies that you know of? Family history? Did you kill the dark lords loved one, whoever they may be?" I looked up and glared at him, not finding any of this entertaining.
"No." I growled, but paused, remembering the newspaper, "Wait... In that newspaper.." I replayed the gruesom scene in my head, over and over, until I saw a deeper shadow in one of the corners... a shadow in the shape of a man. I began murmuring to myself, incoherant thoughts that made no sense to anyone but me. "Poor Crysandra.. she looked like me.. the figure.. the idiodoms.. candles.. she couldn't have.. no wand.. but.. but..."
"Terra," Draco began with mock patience, "It'd be nice if you told me what the hell you're talking about." He stated, obviously attempting not to wring the information out of my neck. I shook my head, continuing to mutter to myself, trying to put together the pieces.
"Idiodoms.. back.. they shouldn't be.. how? Why? Who? Why don't I understand? What's going on? Common room.. dreams.. dreams.. no dreams.. no.. no.. should be dreams.. what.. what's wrong with me? Why didn't I sense it coming? Silver.. silver wisps.." I rambled on and on and on to myself about random hints. Quite suddenly, I jolted to my feet, "Why don't I understand?!"
"Keep your bloody voice down!" Draco scoled, wrenching me back down. And here I'd thought the situation had scared him into kindness. Apparently not. I stared at him as if I hadn't realized he was there, and tilted my head questioningly as he looked around the room in exaspiration. "We're going to find out what the hell is going on around here. Just as soon as we find a suitable spell to use against the gray bald chap."
"Spells won't work." I stated matter of factly, looking around for something even I wasn't sure of, "Forest.. Why did I go to the forest?" I paused, "What I need is in the forest. I have to go to the forest." I stood, "I have to-"
"The hell you do!" Draco scolded, pulling me right back down, "We're not opening that door until morning."
"We'll be here a while then." I stated bitterly, looking away. I frowned quietly, well, things were a -little- better when Malfoy wasn't attempting to rape me... even if baldy out there -was- trying to kill me.. I glanced at him, an expression of suspicion crossing my features, "You're being oddly nice. Who threatened you?"
He looked at me with a lifted eyebrow, "Aren't I allowed to treat you like a person without being questioned?" He demanded, "I could just as easily go back to -before- you turned me into a dog."
"No- yes- no- oh shut up. I'm going to the forest." I lept back to my feet and darted out the door before he had a chance to pull me back down. I glanced up and down the hall before taking off toward the front enterance, not looking behind me as Draco emerged from the room, and stared after me, a hand on his forehead. I ran as quickly as I could, only to come face to face with the thing. I screamed, and fell backwards, wondering what the hell I was thinking when I left the safe room. Without warning, professor Armondi lept out of the classroom between me and the creature, a pouch of something clenched in his fist. I gagged for breath as a horrid odor filled the air around us.
He glanced backwards at me, "Hamilton, run!" He shouted, waving at me with his free hand, "Seek the shelter of the forest!" I glanced from him to the reeling back monster, and back at him in confusion. What the hell was going on?! I shook my head in irritation, and climbed to my feet, running in the opposite direction. I didn't have time to slow down as the copy of the creature stepped into the hall, so I slid between his legs, thanking my lucky stars as he was disoriented, and I had time to jump back up, and run. I ran right past Malfoy, not having time to explain anything, and attempted to run faster as he began following me, his position being somewhere between me and the beasty thing. I finally saw the door into greenhouse five, and whipped my wand out, thinking logically.
"Alohamora!!" I shouted, deciding that Professor Sprout would be insane not to keep the door locked, and swung the door open just after I watched it unlock. I ran for my life toward the forest, completely forgetting the idiodoms. I reached the trees, and threw myself against one before I began climbing as quickly as I could, not feeling the nips at my ankles until I was among the green of the leaves, when they spred. "God -DAMMIT-!!" I scrieched, falling right back out of the tree. I looked up to find that both clones were almost here, and I took off running again, having no choice but to go deeper into the shadows.
I continued running as I heard quiet little murmurs through the forest, quite aware that they were most likely evil pixie faerie thingies that were going to zoom down and attack me at any time. I gasped out a shriek as a small axe zoomed past me, and tried to run faster, though, I was finding myself to be getting drowsy again. Ohhhh no. Not -now- of all times!! I groaned quietly as my legs stopped moving, and I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes in preparation for the agonizing little bites and scratches I had antisipated, but they didn't come. I opened my eyes slowly, though my eyelids were heavy, and looked around. No idiodoms anywhere! It really didn't matter anyway, however, it wouldn't be long until the clones found me. I heard, and felt, rather than saw, a hatchet fly over me, and heard footsteps crunching leaves behind me. I forced myself to sit up and meet my impending doom with grace, staring up at the gray blue face above me. It startled me. The creature looked entirely human. It had only two legs, only two arms. The color of his skin could've been makeup, and his green eyes looked wild, if anything different from the normal human eyes I'd looked into thousands of times. He even wore a pare of leather pants, and now that I realized it, reappearing hatchets were the only thing odd about him. "....Hi?" I tried, praying to God, Aries, Zeus, Hala, and any other god I could think of, that he understood English. He meerly grunted. Damn.
He lifted a hatchet, which I watched materialize in his hand, in preperation to, well, kill me. He began lowering the axe at record speed, but before it got low enough to cut me, he was thrown backwards, a huge, wolf like dog on top of him, and clawing, and biting, savagely at his eyes and skin. I covered my mouth in shock, backing up as quickly as I could. I looked around rapidly, and rose, shaking, and took a step back. The wolf stepped away from the now bloodied creature, and turned to look at me with big brown eyes. Without warning it jetted toward me, knocking me foreward and onto its back. It continued running, as if attempting to make it to a class before it was late, until we came to the exact center of the forest, where it laid down and let me off.
Needless to say I was -ready- to get off. A moment passed until the wolf had stood on his hind legs, and was quickly morphing into a boy.. no.. not a boy.. a man. He was tall, though not quite as tall as Draco was, and he wore brown leather pants that fit snuggly, but not so tightly that they were ripping at the seems, and a soiled muscle shirt that made it quite obvious that he could easily have snapped that beastlike man in half without being a wolf. His mahogany hair came around two inches above his shoulders, and sparkled in what little moonlight shone through the trees around the sides of the clearing. A leather jacket was over his shoulders, as if thrown carelessly on. Combat boots covered his feet.
He smiled warmly at me as I stared, "Afraid?" He asked blandly, lifting both eyebrows, "They won't come in this far. The centaurs, nor the spiders will let them." He laughed quietly as I just continued to stare, not really registering anything he'd just said, but not altogether caring.
"Y-you were a wolf two seconds ago- how---?" I questioned disbelievingly. Now, I kick myself for asking such a ridiculous question. I knew, even then about the animungus, or, shapeshifters as I prefered to refer to them as, as, when I was young, 'animungus' was too hard for me to pronounce. I noticed the necklace on his chest, and tilted my head in examination. I'd seen that design before. But where? For the life of me I couldn't place it. It was a circle, with what could've been bears swatting at each other, or could've been just a design.
"Ah, well, you mustn't be frightened of the likes of me." He commented with a grin, crossing his arms behind his head, "You've got more to fear from by the dragons then you do from me. Like I said, you're perfectly safe here." Vaguely I wondered what happened to Draco, but the concern was gone as soon as it came as I watched him uproot a plant of some sort, and began doing something I couldn't really explain to it.
"There are dragons in this forest?" I asked dumbly, still staring. I shook my head rapidly, as if to clear it, and motioned to the plant, "What are you doing?" He looked up, and ran one hand through his hair as he lifted the plant, "You'll need to be getting back to your room before morning. There's a certain compoud- if you're carrying it, the Kadahoes won't bother you- they don't like the smell." My eyes widened in concentration. Kadahoes? They didn't sound familiar. What were they again? "Confused?" He asked, noticing the expression. He laughed quietly as I nodded so hard my head should've toppled right off. "Kadahoes.. the name's of Japanese Origin.. they were created to destroy certain women of a certain legacy." He shrugged, "I'm not sure why one was chasing you. I don't sense any extraordinary power about you..."
"That makes me feel very special." I stated sarcastically, half glaring at him, half staring in wonder, "Go on, go on. Inform me. What the hell is trying to kill me?" I paused, "And why the hell did it choose me?" I continued to stare at him as if a rabit were going to pop out of his mouth.
He sighed, and shook his head, "They used to be men and women. They were chosen by a king, around a three thousand years ago, to be sacrificed to a god of death.. hrm.. Osiris, to make a good comparison." He paused, looking up from the plant to see if I was still listening. I was. Intently. He laughed, and shook his head, "This 'god' wasn't happy with the sacrifices, and resurrected them, but as horrible beasts. The god threw a temper tantrum, and everyone ever sacrificed to him was resurrected." He paused for a drama effect, but I spoke up, ruining it.
"Mummies!" I muttered, wowed, but frowned as he shook his head disapprovingly. I crossed my arms to think, "Vampires?"
He sighed, "No, Terra, my father's a vampire, they're just moving corpses." I nodded quietly and formed an 'oh' with my mouth. "Anyway. The corpses found their way out of their graves, and discovered a horrible need to kill! So they wandered around the town, and began killing all who crossed their path, until the only ones left alive was the king, the princess, and her faithful knight!"
"This is starting to sound like King Arthur and the Knights of the round table." I stated in a bored tone, though I was anything but bored. I glared at him, and tilted my head.
"Ok, ok, so maybe he wasn't a knight, but he was still loyal!" He defended, a bit upset that I had interupted -again-, "ANYWAY. They were the only ones left. So, in an attempt to quench the rage of his god, the king sacrificed himself, but only after making the young man pledge to protect his daughter, should worse come to worst! The god did not calm, and the man defended his princess well, but even he couldn't protect her, and he fell in battle." He stepped slowly toward me, arms in the air for effect, "And as she took her last breath, she whispered a spell, that in every generation, the strongest woman would be chosen to fight the beasts, and return them to their crypts until the next generation could fight them again!" He clapped loudly, and stepped away.
"Sounds like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, to me." I commented dryly, recrossing my arms. I resisted the urge to grin as he sighed, and shook his head in silent protest of my nonbelieving..ness...thing.
"It's not like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, ok!" He exclaimed, "It's very, very different! Buffy's not a princess, and the princess doesn't come back to life thousands of times, and-"
"I get the point! It was a joke, ok!?" I exclaimed in a mad attempt to get him to not ramble on and on about how different the two fairy tales were. "I was just kidding! Jeez, you don't need to react that way..." I frowned as he tilted his head at me, and smiled.
"Sorry. I take my heritage very seriously." He stated before uprooting another plant, and winding it around the first. He set it down on a log as I stared at him, and mashed them together, slipping them into a small pouch before they started -really- smelling bad, and handed the pouch to me. "You should be getting back. You've got half the school looking for you." My jaw almost dropped.
"Do I even get to know your name?" I asked, suddenly realizing that he had before called me by my name, "You seem to know mine." I saw through the dim lighting that his smile broadened, and then he laughed quietly, as if to say 'not this time.
"We'll be seeing each other again, should the Kadahoes return, that is." He paused, "Besides, I'm in your 'Care of Magical Creatures' class." His grin only broadened as my jaw dropped, and I shook my head, unbelieving, "Come on, you need sleep." I watched as his shadow began to shrink back to the great wolf, and climbed on freely, rather then have him knock me over again. That -wasn't- fun. I clung to his snowy white neck for dear life as he bounded back out into the forest. He seemed to meerly hope that I held on as he darted from tree to tree as creatures, mystical and casual, dangerous and harmless crossed our path. It wasn't long until the doors of the castle had been thrown open to greet him, and he was bounding through the hallways, rather then the folliage. He took me right to the door of my common room before disappearing, and I entered safely, only to see, a very very very angry Draco sitting leisurely on the sofa.
"Welcome home Terra." He growled irritably, slamming his goblet onto the marble table and sitting up, "It's about time you decided to show up. Those.. things have been gone for hours now." He stood up, and strode toward me with a quick pace I didn't bother trying to escape from. Hours? How long had it been? It hadn't seemed like that long, I hadn't even caught the strangers name, and the night had been so quick paced it couldn't have been more then fifteen minutes!
"Hours?" I repeated unbelievingly, staring up at him as he stood over me, a bit shocked that I hadn't run away. I decided that I must have passed out at some point before or after he began the long story, most likely before, when I saw the necklace. "I didn't realize-"
"Yes. Hours. Professor McGonagle was convinced that I'd killed you." He growled, poking at the hollow spot between my chest and neck. He shoved me to his side, and began poking me toward the sofa, and I allowed myself to be pushed back, a little too tired for a fight. "I suppose you have a perfectly good explanation for that, as well as the countless other explanations you owe me."
I paused in thought, wondering if the whole unnamed stranger really was just a dream of a young girl, hidden in a tree out of fright, out cold. I realized I didn't really have an explanation. "No... No I don't have any explanation. What happened can't be explained."
"Can't be explained?!" Draco roared, shoving me down onto the sofa, "You disappear without a trace, and yet nothing can be explained!! The scratches on your legs, those little- -beasts- that came after you that night, and now a creature that throws axes at your head!?!" He stood over me, rage, and madness written all over his face, "We must be stuck in a fucking nightmare!!!"
"Watch your language when yelling at me!" I shouted, hoping to make him laugh at the irony of the statement, or at least make him angry about a different subject. I had a feeling that if he continued with this one that he'd end up beating some information that I didn't have out of me, and as you can probably guess, I wasn't really looking forward to that!
"D- uh- t- Bloody hell!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, "Bloody hell!" He exclaimed again, repeating it over and over until he was laughing with the madness of it all. He kept laughing, getting louder, and louder, until even I was frightened and confused. He looked at me, laughed, and exclaimed it again, putting so much feeling into the exclaimation that I winced. Christ almighty he's gone insane. I stood to retreat to my room, but he grabbed my hands and started dancing with me. I wasn't sure what kind of dance it was- it was somewhere between a waltz and a jig, and he just kept yelling 'bloody hell' and laughing at it as if he had had two and a half kegs of firewhiskey.
"I'll be... going to bed now.." I muttered in an attempt to escape. I wasn't so sure whether or not I -wanted- to see Draco like this. He was just like a bumbling drunk! I almost prefered the Draco that was trying to rape me, constantly! At least he wasn't screaming seemingly random phrases and laughing at them as if they were the worlds greatest jokes! I pulled away, and went for the stairs, but as suddenly as it had come, the laughter stopped, and I was held still by his hand on my shoulder. He pulled me back to him.
"I thought this was what you wanted." Draco taunted. Oooooh. That explained it. He was acting. He spun me around to look at him, "I try to be what every other girl in the school wants, and you hate me. I try to treat you decently, and you hate me. I try to 'enjoy life' as the imbeciles out there call it and you hate me. What exactly -do- you want, Terra?!" He let go of my shoulder, and spred his arms, "I can only do so much!"
"Most women don't dream of being raped, Malfoy!" I nearly screamed, backing up as quickly as I could before making any sudden movements.
"You've already told me you're not most women." He reminded me, not grabbing me quite yet, just stepping toward me as I stepped backwards. I stopped moving, finding that it wasn't doing any good anyway, and stared at him, trying not to let him, nor my emotions take over me. But it was too late, I'd already taken a step toward him, and before I could stop myself, I had thrown my arms around his neck, litterally lept int his arms, and begun kissing him passionately. He was surprised, but he didn't mind returning the favor. He pushed me up against the wall so he could use his hands for other things then just holding me up. He pulled his head back for a moment, "I thought you hated me." He stated almost triumphantly.
"I do." I stated, before attacking his face again. Eventually, our passions brought us back to the sofa... where we stayed for the rest of the night.
Authors Notes:
Weeeeeeell? How was it? Too fast moving? Too confusing? Too bad! :P It's supposed to be confusing!! Heh.. heh... heh... I didn't say anything! angel face Anyways, how did you like the ending of the chapter? I'm attempting to play with the sexinessnessness..ness... to the mystery. Besides. My English teacher would KILL me if she saw this fic.. shifty eyes Uh.. oh, and again, gets down on her knees PLEASE don't kill me Kristi!
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At long last the story is on its way! At this moment, I'd just like to mention that no one in this story belongs to me except Terra, all the Idiodoms that come after you all in the night, the Kadahoes, the other person we haven't yet met cough cough annnnnnnnnnnnnd.... the story of the Kadahoes! Hehe, be sure to review! Tell me if I'm moving too fast!
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Chapter Seven Draco shoved me into the center of the common room, not appearing to care whether I caught myself or not. However, I did catch myself, rather gracefully, I thought, and reeled back to glare at Draco, not even bothering to go for the wands. If the dolt had any sense he'd've taken them from me, and I didn't really feel like checking. I knew he had a brain -somewhere- in the dense sphere above his neck. "What are you going to do to me this time?" I spat, "You've already raped me. Can't do that again, and I'm pretty sure I'm a little too bruised up to be beaten on."
Malfoy, who had indeed stolen the wands, summoned a rather poofy gown, and handed it to me, along with a robe to go over it, "Get dressed." He ordered smoothly, waiting for me to take the garments before strutting to the chair he'd chosen as his own and plopping down. "Hurry. The ball will be starting soon."
I stared at him in what could very well have been shock, "Get dressed?!" I repeated, "What kind of punishment is that?!" It didn't seem to occur to me that I should've been grateful that he wasn't turning me into a toad until after the question had slipped out. I took a step toward my dormatory as he looked up at me with a lifted eyebrow. He didn't have to speak, I knew the question he was asking himself. "N-not that it isn't a perfectly good punishment I mean I didn't get to pick the dress and I wasn't really planning to go to the ball anyway I think I'll go get dressed now bye!" I stuttered breathlessly before darting into my dormatory, only half listening to him laugh hysterically behind me.
As I set down the dress I silently wondered what he was thinking. The Malfoy I knew had always been a violent arrogant person who was constantly trying to get more popular than my ex-boyfriend. Why wasn't he beating me to a bloody pulp? I sighed, lifting the robe away from the gown, and shaking my head. The garment wouldn't do me any good if I didn't take off my uniform. I swiftly changed into the gown, and stepped in front of the mirror to take a look at myself, my head tilted to see what the outfit needed. The gown itself had a black bodice, with silver strings that tied the front together, and a flowing silver skirt that was just a little too long for my liking- but with high heels it'd be perfect. The robe over it was silver at the top, growing steadily into a raven color as your eyes scan downwards. I gathered my hair in my fists and attempted to put it up in an bun of some sort, but I failed. So, I glanced at the door to make sure Malfoy wasn't looking, and with a flurish of a hand, watched in the mirror as my hair wove itself into an intricate design, even weaving in babies breath and a tiara as it did so. I watched as my makeup began to do itself as well, smoothing pale, color changing eyeshadow onto my eyelids, silver lipstick and black lipliner onto my lips, and diamonds wove their way around my neck. I smiled contentedly to myself. I'd forgotten I could do that. Sometimes even my mum showed me good tricks. I picked up a pair of highheels that had just appeared at the base of my bed, silver, and walked carefully back down the steps, attempting not to fall.
It was then that I realized that I was indeed being punished. Draco... dammit... Malfoy had told the Slytherin girls that I was going to the ball with him. That statement was bound to have infected the entire school by now, knowing Slytherins. To hell with knowing Slytherins, knowing typical, teenage girls! If I were to go in alone, It would give not only Draco, but me a bad name as well, but to go in with Draco would mean my dealing with him for the entire ball, not only that, but allowing him to drag me wherever he wanted, to show off his triumph over the powerful Terra Hamilton. I groaned quietly: I didn't need -this.
"Are you ready?" Malfoy asked, as the gentleman should, as he stood, and offered me an arm. I grudgingly took the arm, keeping to my before policy. It didn't matter what he chose to do, I'd go along with it. I didn't feel like getting cut up anyway. "You look.. radiant." He stated matter of factly.
"Cut the small talk and lies." I growled, just because I was cooperating didn't mean I had to be nice, "I know you're just trying to piss me off even more. I'll tell you now, before you try too hard: It's impossible." I didn't even glance over as he lifted an eyebrow, and began to laugh quietly, shaking his head as he led me toward the door.
"I don't know why you hate me tonight. I'm trying to be civil." He stated, "Though, you're reactions only go to prove my before theory all the more correct." He glanced at me and smirked, "You have trouble accepting affection."
"And I go by my theory as well. You're not trying to show me affection, you're raping me often and attempting to make me act like a cat in heat." I pulled my arm away from his, and stalked a bit faster, able to do so only because I hadn't yet put on my shoes. I'd do that when I got there, until then, I wanted to be able to run, should the need arise. He allowed me to walk in front of him, shaking with silent laughter. He stayed silent for a good portion of the trip to the ball, and once we got there, I slipped on the highheels, immediately becoming five inches or so taller. Miracle shoes. Owie shoes. As I glanced back to give a quiet insult, I realized that Draco had mysteriously disappeared. Well. Punishment of all punishment!! Sarcasm used before, if you hadn't noticed.
I returned to old habits, and retreated to the darkest corner in the room, dragged over a chair, and sat down as I watched random couples dancing to the music my grandfathers band provided, not that it was overwelmingly upbeat as the entire orchestra was composed of dead people. I didn't particularly care. It was pretty music none-the-less, and I was free to enjoy it without a certain serpent nipping at my heels. The darkness -here- at least was undisturbed. There were too many people here for the idiodoms to show their puny little black faces, and the joy circling round was more than enough to keep them away. I was grateful, as I'd always loved the darkness. Had the idiodoms not posed a serious threat, I'd've whethered their tiny little scratches just to hide in the shadows of that ever famous fly on the wall. Never noticed. I thrived in the world of the shadows.
I watched in vague interest as Hermoine was dragged onto the dancefloor by not only Ron, but Harry as well. They seemed to be having themselves a reletively good time. Not that it mattered, really, I wasn't allowed to be their friends anymore. I dragged my gaze away from them to the neverending fountains of punch, most of which I were convinced were spiked, given Rons older brothers, and their many apprentices left to the school. My head tilted in question as a streak of a silver wispy something streaked across the ballroom ceiling, and then there was another. No one else seemed to notice them. I frowned silently as the wisps became more frequent, until they illuminated the entire room so brightly it was hard to see anything else. Why hadn't the other students noticed them? All at once the light was gone, and my heart was allowed to resume beating. I stood, and frowned deeply. Something was very, very wrong.
My gaze darted from door to door, as there was a wide door on all four walls except the one the dreary orchestra rested against, and I struggled to find a way out. There were Slytherins parked at all of them. My best opportunity was to get Draco to escort me out, and ditch him in a hall, but as my gaze drifted back to the dancers, I decided that wasn't going to happen. He'd begun dancing with a plump Slytherin girl- probably Pansy Parkenson. Though I'd never seen her, the vague descriptions did seem to match. My frown deepened as the feeling that something wasn't right intensified. Gods, what the hell -was- it!
Screams erupted from the entire crowd as a hatchet was thrown through it, toward me, lodging itself into the wall only a centimeter away from my ear, and only because I'd instinctively dodged. The crowd split into two groups as they attempted to shove themselves through the two doors that a tall, pale, tattooed man wasn't standing in the middle of. He held another silver hatchet in his hand, and though I was far away, I could tell that he had a crazy look in his eyes. He had no hair, and his nose was long, but his skin was an odd, inhuman sort of gray that even the undead of the orchestra couldn't match.
Fear was born in the pit of my stomach, and spred throughout my entire stomach until I couldn't move. I just stood there, staring in horror as the ballroom cleared out unnaturally quickly. I heard lightning strike somewhere near by, and forced my body into motion as the creature threw another hatchet toward my head. I ducked, and rolled sideways, taking off in a wild dart toward the door. I screamed in terror as the thing appeared there, both hatchets out of the wall, and in his hands. "W-WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" I shrieked before reeling backwards, and taking off as quickly as I could with the highheels on. I didn't have time to take them off. I -really- wished I had my wand right about then.
"Terra!" I heard a male shout, and I looked to the remaining door, where Draco stood. I glanced from him to the creature copies, who were closing in on me, before dashing toward him, sighing with slight relief as he magicked off the heels. I crashed into his chest and grabbed my wand as he whirled me around, and, hand on my back, rushed me away from the ballroom. We didn't follow the crowd, instead running into the abandoned classroom, slamming the door, and shoving as much furniture as we possibly could in front of it. I sank to the floor, and burried my hands under the many layers of hair on my head.
"You have some extreme explaining to do." Draco panted, also leaning against the door, for good measure. "People don't have oversized beetles, and lunatics with axes attacking them for no reason." He jumped his hair leaping into disarray as someone or something threw itself against the door. I lept up, and threw myself at the door as well, wishing I understood the whole thing.
"I'll tell you why as soon as I find out." I panted, almost letting out a shrill scream as the thing pounded itself again to the door. I settled instead for a gasp, and a whimper, covering my own mouth. Maybe if it didn't know anyone was in here, It'd pass the room. This silence went on for a while until it did finally pass the room up, and wandered on to search somewhere else. I sank back to the floor, and burried my head in my hands, before ripping the tiara out of my hair, as well as the bobby pins and babies breath, letting it fall back to its natural position. With my wand, I magicked myself into clothes I might actually be able to fight in, and reburried my head.
"You have to have some clue." Draco stated finally, though in a whisper as he too sank to the floor. He stared at me, knowing I was shaking, but not attempting to comfort me. "I mean, c'mon, Terra, these things don't just happen!" he lowered his voice again, glancing at the door, "Any profesies that you know of? Family history? Did you kill the dark lords loved one, whoever they may be?" I looked up and glared at him, not finding any of this entertaining.
"No." I growled, but paused, remembering the newspaper, "Wait... In that newspaper.." I replayed the gruesom scene in my head, over and over, until I saw a deeper shadow in one of the corners... a shadow in the shape of a man. I began murmuring to myself, incoherant thoughts that made no sense to anyone but me. "Poor Crysandra.. she looked like me.. the figure.. the idiodoms.. candles.. she couldn't have.. no wand.. but.. but..."
"Terra," Draco began with mock patience, "It'd be nice if you told me what the hell you're talking about." He stated, obviously attempting not to wring the information out of my neck. I shook my head, continuing to mutter to myself, trying to put together the pieces.
"Idiodoms.. back.. they shouldn't be.. how? Why? Who? Why don't I understand? What's going on? Common room.. dreams.. dreams.. no dreams.. no.. no.. should be dreams.. what.. what's wrong with me? Why didn't I sense it coming? Silver.. silver wisps.." I rambled on and on and on to myself about random hints. Quite suddenly, I jolted to my feet, "Why don't I understand?!"
"Keep your bloody voice down!" Draco scoled, wrenching me back down. And here I'd thought the situation had scared him into kindness. Apparently not. I stared at him as if I hadn't realized he was there, and tilted my head questioningly as he looked around the room in exaspiration. "We're going to find out what the hell is going on around here. Just as soon as we find a suitable spell to use against the gray bald chap."
"Spells won't work." I stated matter of factly, looking around for something even I wasn't sure of, "Forest.. Why did I go to the forest?" I paused, "What I need is in the forest. I have to go to the forest." I stood, "I have to-"
"The hell you do!" Draco scolded, pulling me right back down, "We're not opening that door until morning."
"We'll be here a while then." I stated bitterly, looking away. I frowned quietly, well, things were a -little- better when Malfoy wasn't attempting to rape me... even if baldy out there -was- trying to kill me.. I glanced at him, an expression of suspicion crossing my features, "You're being oddly nice. Who threatened you?"
He looked at me with a lifted eyebrow, "Aren't I allowed to treat you like a person without being questioned?" He demanded, "I could just as easily go back to -before- you turned me into a dog."
"No- yes- no- oh shut up. I'm going to the forest." I lept back to my feet and darted out the door before he had a chance to pull me back down. I glanced up and down the hall before taking off toward the front enterance, not looking behind me as Draco emerged from the room, and stared after me, a hand on his forehead. I ran as quickly as I could, only to come face to face with the thing. I screamed, and fell backwards, wondering what the hell I was thinking when I left the safe room. Without warning, professor Armondi lept out of the classroom between me and the creature, a pouch of something clenched in his fist. I gagged for breath as a horrid odor filled the air around us.
He glanced backwards at me, "Hamilton, run!" He shouted, waving at me with his free hand, "Seek the shelter of the forest!" I glanced from him to the reeling back monster, and back at him in confusion. What the hell was going on?! I shook my head in irritation, and climbed to my feet, running in the opposite direction. I didn't have time to slow down as the copy of the creature stepped into the hall, so I slid between his legs, thanking my lucky stars as he was disoriented, and I had time to jump back up, and run. I ran right past Malfoy, not having time to explain anything, and attempted to run faster as he began following me, his position being somewhere between me and the beasty thing. I finally saw the door into greenhouse five, and whipped my wand out, thinking logically.
"Alohamora!!" I shouted, deciding that Professor Sprout would be insane not to keep the door locked, and swung the door open just after I watched it unlock. I ran for my life toward the forest, completely forgetting the idiodoms. I reached the trees, and threw myself against one before I began climbing as quickly as I could, not feeling the nips at my ankles until I was among the green of the leaves, when they spred. "God -DAMMIT-!!" I scrieched, falling right back out of the tree. I looked up to find that both clones were almost here, and I took off running again, having no choice but to go deeper into the shadows.
I continued running as I heard quiet little murmurs through the forest, quite aware that they were most likely evil pixie faerie thingies that were going to zoom down and attack me at any time. I gasped out a shriek as a small axe zoomed past me, and tried to run faster, though, I was finding myself to be getting drowsy again. Ohhhh no. Not -now- of all times!! I groaned quietly as my legs stopped moving, and I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes in preparation for the agonizing little bites and scratches I had antisipated, but they didn't come. I opened my eyes slowly, though my eyelids were heavy, and looked around. No idiodoms anywhere! It really didn't matter anyway, however, it wouldn't be long until the clones found me. I heard, and felt, rather than saw, a hatchet fly over me, and heard footsteps crunching leaves behind me. I forced myself to sit up and meet my impending doom with grace, staring up at the gray blue face above me. It startled me. The creature looked entirely human. It had only two legs, only two arms. The color of his skin could've been makeup, and his green eyes looked wild, if anything different from the normal human eyes I'd looked into thousands of times. He even wore a pare of leather pants, and now that I realized it, reappearing hatchets were the only thing odd about him. "....Hi?" I tried, praying to God, Aries, Zeus, Hala, and any other god I could think of, that he understood English. He meerly grunted. Damn.
He lifted a hatchet, which I watched materialize in his hand, in preperation to, well, kill me. He began lowering the axe at record speed, but before it got low enough to cut me, he was thrown backwards, a huge, wolf like dog on top of him, and clawing, and biting, savagely at his eyes and skin. I covered my mouth in shock, backing up as quickly as I could. I looked around rapidly, and rose, shaking, and took a step back. The wolf stepped away from the now bloodied creature, and turned to look at me with big brown eyes. Without warning it jetted toward me, knocking me foreward and onto its back. It continued running, as if attempting to make it to a class before it was late, until we came to the exact center of the forest, where it laid down and let me off.
Needless to say I was -ready- to get off. A moment passed until the wolf had stood on his hind legs, and was quickly morphing into a boy.. no.. not a boy.. a man. He was tall, though not quite as tall as Draco was, and he wore brown leather pants that fit snuggly, but not so tightly that they were ripping at the seems, and a soiled muscle shirt that made it quite obvious that he could easily have snapped that beastlike man in half without being a wolf. His mahogany hair came around two inches above his shoulders, and sparkled in what little moonlight shone through the trees around the sides of the clearing. A leather jacket was over his shoulders, as if thrown carelessly on. Combat boots covered his feet.
He smiled warmly at me as I stared, "Afraid?" He asked blandly, lifting both eyebrows, "They won't come in this far. The centaurs, nor the spiders will let them." He laughed quietly as I just continued to stare, not really registering anything he'd just said, but not altogether caring.
"Y-you were a wolf two seconds ago- how---?" I questioned disbelievingly. Now, I kick myself for asking such a ridiculous question. I knew, even then about the animungus, or, shapeshifters as I prefered to refer to them as, as, when I was young, 'animungus' was too hard for me to pronounce. I noticed the necklace on his chest, and tilted my head in examination. I'd seen that design before. But where? For the life of me I couldn't place it. It was a circle, with what could've been bears swatting at each other, or could've been just a design.
"Ah, well, you mustn't be frightened of the likes of me." He commented with a grin, crossing his arms behind his head, "You've got more to fear from by the dragons then you do from me. Like I said, you're perfectly safe here." Vaguely I wondered what happened to Draco, but the concern was gone as soon as it came as I watched him uproot a plant of some sort, and began doing something I couldn't really explain to it.
"There are dragons in this forest?" I asked dumbly, still staring. I shook my head rapidly, as if to clear it, and motioned to the plant, "What are you doing?" He looked up, and ran one hand through his hair as he lifted the plant, "You'll need to be getting back to your room before morning. There's a certain compoud- if you're carrying it, the Kadahoes won't bother you- they don't like the smell." My eyes widened in concentration. Kadahoes? They didn't sound familiar. What were they again? "Confused?" He asked, noticing the expression. He laughed quietly as I nodded so hard my head should've toppled right off. "Kadahoes.. the name's of Japanese Origin.. they were created to destroy certain women of a certain legacy." He shrugged, "I'm not sure why one was chasing you. I don't sense any extraordinary power about you..."
"That makes me feel very special." I stated sarcastically, half glaring at him, half staring in wonder, "Go on, go on. Inform me. What the hell is trying to kill me?" I paused, "And why the hell did it choose me?" I continued to stare at him as if a rabit were going to pop out of his mouth.
He sighed, and shook his head, "They used to be men and women. They were chosen by a king, around a three thousand years ago, to be sacrificed to a god of death.. hrm.. Osiris, to make a good comparison." He paused, looking up from the plant to see if I was still listening. I was. Intently. He laughed, and shook his head, "This 'god' wasn't happy with the sacrifices, and resurrected them, but as horrible beasts. The god threw a temper tantrum, and everyone ever sacrificed to him was resurrected." He paused for a drama effect, but I spoke up, ruining it.
"Mummies!" I muttered, wowed, but frowned as he shook his head disapprovingly. I crossed my arms to think, "Vampires?"
He sighed, "No, Terra, my father's a vampire, they're just moving corpses." I nodded quietly and formed an 'oh' with my mouth. "Anyway. The corpses found their way out of their graves, and discovered a horrible need to kill! So they wandered around the town, and began killing all who crossed their path, until the only ones left alive was the king, the princess, and her faithful knight!"
"This is starting to sound like King Arthur and the Knights of the round table." I stated in a bored tone, though I was anything but bored. I glared at him, and tilted my head.
"Ok, ok, so maybe he wasn't a knight, but he was still loyal!" He defended, a bit upset that I had interupted -again-, "ANYWAY. They were the only ones left. So, in an attempt to quench the rage of his god, the king sacrificed himself, but only after making the young man pledge to protect his daughter, should worse come to worst! The god did not calm, and the man defended his princess well, but even he couldn't protect her, and he fell in battle." He stepped slowly toward me, arms in the air for effect, "And as she took her last breath, she whispered a spell, that in every generation, the strongest woman would be chosen to fight the beasts, and return them to their crypts until the next generation could fight them again!" He clapped loudly, and stepped away.
"Sounds like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, to me." I commented dryly, recrossing my arms. I resisted the urge to grin as he sighed, and shook his head in silent protest of my nonbelieving..ness...thing.
"It's not like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, ok!" He exclaimed, "It's very, very different! Buffy's not a princess, and the princess doesn't come back to life thousands of times, and-"
"I get the point! It was a joke, ok!?" I exclaimed in a mad attempt to get him to not ramble on and on about how different the two fairy tales were. "I was just kidding! Jeez, you don't need to react that way..." I frowned as he tilted his head at me, and smiled.
"Sorry. I take my heritage very seriously." He stated before uprooting another plant, and winding it around the first. He set it down on a log as I stared at him, and mashed them together, slipping them into a small pouch before they started -really- smelling bad, and handed the pouch to me. "You should be getting back. You've got half the school looking for you." My jaw almost dropped.
"Do I even get to know your name?" I asked, suddenly realizing that he had before called me by my name, "You seem to know mine." I saw through the dim lighting that his smile broadened, and then he laughed quietly, as if to say 'not this time.
"We'll be seeing each other again, should the Kadahoes return, that is." He paused, "Besides, I'm in your 'Care of Magical Creatures' class." His grin only broadened as my jaw dropped, and I shook my head, unbelieving, "Come on, you need sleep." I watched as his shadow began to shrink back to the great wolf, and climbed on freely, rather then have him knock me over again. That -wasn't- fun. I clung to his snowy white neck for dear life as he bounded back out into the forest. He seemed to meerly hope that I held on as he darted from tree to tree as creatures, mystical and casual, dangerous and harmless crossed our path. It wasn't long until the doors of the castle had been thrown open to greet him, and he was bounding through the hallways, rather then the folliage. He took me right to the door of my common room before disappearing, and I entered safely, only to see, a very very very angry Draco sitting leisurely on the sofa.
"Welcome home Terra." He growled irritably, slamming his goblet onto the marble table and sitting up, "It's about time you decided to show up. Those.. things have been gone for hours now." He stood up, and strode toward me with a quick pace I didn't bother trying to escape from. Hours? How long had it been? It hadn't seemed like that long, I hadn't even caught the strangers name, and the night had been so quick paced it couldn't have been more then fifteen minutes!
"Hours?" I repeated unbelievingly, staring up at him as he stood over me, a bit shocked that I hadn't run away. I decided that I must have passed out at some point before or after he began the long story, most likely before, when I saw the necklace. "I didn't realize-"
"Yes. Hours. Professor McGonagle was convinced that I'd killed you." He growled, poking at the hollow spot between my chest and neck. He shoved me to his side, and began poking me toward the sofa, and I allowed myself to be pushed back, a little too tired for a fight. "I suppose you have a perfectly good explanation for that, as well as the countless other explanations you owe me."
I paused in thought, wondering if the whole unnamed stranger really was just a dream of a young girl, hidden in a tree out of fright, out cold. I realized I didn't really have an explanation. "No... No I don't have any explanation. What happened can't be explained."
"Can't be explained?!" Draco roared, shoving me down onto the sofa, "You disappear without a trace, and yet nothing can be explained!! The scratches on your legs, those little- -beasts- that came after you that night, and now a creature that throws axes at your head!?!" He stood over me, rage, and madness written all over his face, "We must be stuck in a fucking nightmare!!!"
"Watch your language when yelling at me!" I shouted, hoping to make him laugh at the irony of the statement, or at least make him angry about a different subject. I had a feeling that if he continued with this one that he'd end up beating some information that I didn't have out of me, and as you can probably guess, I wasn't really looking forward to that!
"D- uh- t- Bloody hell!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air, "Bloody hell!" He exclaimed again, repeating it over and over until he was laughing with the madness of it all. He kept laughing, getting louder, and louder, until even I was frightened and confused. He looked at me, laughed, and exclaimed it again, putting so much feeling into the exclaimation that I winced. Christ almighty he's gone insane. I stood to retreat to my room, but he grabbed my hands and started dancing with me. I wasn't sure what kind of dance it was- it was somewhere between a waltz and a jig, and he just kept yelling 'bloody hell' and laughing at it as if he had had two and a half kegs of firewhiskey.
"I'll be... going to bed now.." I muttered in an attempt to escape. I wasn't so sure whether or not I -wanted- to see Draco like this. He was just like a bumbling drunk! I almost prefered the Draco that was trying to rape me, constantly! At least he wasn't screaming seemingly random phrases and laughing at them as if they were the worlds greatest jokes! I pulled away, and went for the stairs, but as suddenly as it had come, the laughter stopped, and I was held still by his hand on my shoulder. He pulled me back to him.
"I thought this was what you wanted." Draco taunted. Oooooh. That explained it. He was acting. He spun me around to look at him, "I try to be what every other girl in the school wants, and you hate me. I try to treat you decently, and you hate me. I try to 'enjoy life' as the imbeciles out there call it and you hate me. What exactly -do- you want, Terra?!" He let go of my shoulder, and spred his arms, "I can only do so much!"
"Most women don't dream of being raped, Malfoy!" I nearly screamed, backing up as quickly as I could before making any sudden movements.
"You've already told me you're not most women." He reminded me, not grabbing me quite yet, just stepping toward me as I stepped backwards. I stopped moving, finding that it wasn't doing any good anyway, and stared at him, trying not to let him, nor my emotions take over me. But it was too late, I'd already taken a step toward him, and before I could stop myself, I had thrown my arms around his neck, litterally lept int his arms, and begun kissing him passionately. He was surprised, but he didn't mind returning the favor. He pushed me up against the wall so he could use his hands for other things then just holding me up. He pulled his head back for a moment, "I thought you hated me." He stated almost triumphantly.
"I do." I stated, before attacking his face again. Eventually, our passions brought us back to the sofa... where we stayed for the rest of the night.
Authors Notes:
Weeeeeeell? How was it? Too fast moving? Too confusing? Too bad! :P It's supposed to be confusing!! Heh.. heh... heh... I didn't say anything! angel face Anyways, how did you like the ending of the chapter? I'm attempting to play with the sexinessnessness..ness... to the mystery. Besides. My English teacher would KILL me if she saw this fic.. shifty eyes Uh.. oh, and again, gets down on her knees PLEASE don't kill me Kristi!
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