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Crappery: This chapter is several days late and short. I apologize profusely for this, but considering that I have had no free time (tests, projects, homework, getting asked to homecoming by my crush...) and I managed to get this written while having my English's teachers arse in my face. Don't ask...Anyway, some of you complained that you didn't like the spacing and that it gave you a headache. So to try and make this easier on your eyes, I've changed the spacing. Please tell me what you think...Also, I'm gonna be away next weekend, so I'll have so much time to write it's almost insane. If I can get all my schoolwork done first, that is.
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Chapter Twelve
Talking
After the two of them returned from the deep beneath Atlantis, they returned to the small restaurant they had made their truce in the day before. It was hard to believe that so much had happen in such a short period of time. When the first ray of sunlight filtered through some of the
lush trees that set up a perimeter around the café, a very quiet sigh slipped from her mouth. She drew her legs up to rest on the lip of the chair, her chin leaning against the top of her knees. She looked strangely young and innocent with her arms wrapped around her calves, her large brown
eyes watching him with unblinking scrutiny. He shifted a little under her gaze, a feeling of discomfort coming onto him.
"I would never do that to you." He said quickly.
A massive smile broke out onto her face, all worries that his attentions to her might be a ruse completely dissipated by the way he came to her rescue. "That's not what I was thinking about...Although I am still rather shaken up." She paused a moment. "What happened to you? How did
that thing take your place?"
"You remember when you got ahead of me for a few minutes?"
"Yeah, I got really scared when you weren't right behind me."
"That's probably when it happened. I noticed that the Ricaun wasn't you when it began to seem rather plain, but I just brushed it off. It whirled
around and began to accuse me, its voice getting shriller and shriller. In the beginning I thought it was you, but suddenly I realized that I never really heard you complain like that. I'd never seen you cry either and that thing was sobbing hysterically. I realized then that it wasn't you and
brushed it off. I petrified and bound it, and let it to die." He leaned across the table to gently touch her clenched fist. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
She shook her head. "No, I should tell you. I don't really want to think about it again, so best to let it out now. I'm not going to speak of this again, you understand?"
"Of course..."
"After Bauest caught up with me, I began to notice that it was looking really sick. Its skin was glistening with sweat and its lips were dry and it
looked like it was burning up with a fever. I naturally became extremely concerned and made it sit down so I could perform a healing spell. Strangely enough though, I couldn't remember anything stronger than a simple disinfecting or scratch charm. So, wanting to do anything I could, I
cast those. The moment they left my wand it let out a howl that didn't sound at all human. It knocked me over onto my back and I got the wind knocked out of me.
It began to crawl over me and reverted back to its disgustingly demented shape. It sliced open the front of my bodice and as it began to ooze up me, it slowly began to lift up my skirt. It was about then I realized that it was going to rape me and considering that my wand had flown
out of my hand, I just screamed. Thank you for coming..."
She turned her face down so all she could see was the worn table top. She pulled her hand out from beneath his and rested hers in her lap, her
form shivering slightly. Concern spread across Draco's face and he quickly moved so he was sitting next to her. One of his arms wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her close to him. She instinctively pressed her face into the warmth the crook of his neck gave off, softly inhaling the smell
that was Draco, and only Draco. They sat in that position for several minutes, his hand making gentle circles on her back as she slowly began to
calm down. He lowered his mouth so his lips were scant centimeters from her ear.
"I can promise you right now Mia, I will never do anything to hurt you." He pulled away, slipping a finger under her chin.
He tilted her head upwards so their opposite hues met. A very faint smile pulled up the corners of his lips. His words struck something deep inside
her, stirring some of the ashes she thought had been put out. Had not she promised herself that she would not be hurt by Malfoy the Man Whore? She took a deep breath and swallowed thickly, that thought shoved into the turbulent sea of emotions and information that many called her brain.
She returned the smile, even if it was a little shaky, and lightly pressed her lips against his.
"I know you won't." She whispered when they broke apart, trust gleaming in her eyes.
Several hours later after Draco had returned to Druid Hall and night had fallen, a breeze ruffled the curtain of his hastily decorated room. He sat up quickly, reaching for the wand resting on his bedside. The chamber was dark, so gloomy in fact that the wavering, pale yellow moonlight
hardly illuminated the wooden floor it fell upon. His breathing, which had sped up from is languid sleeping pattern, sounded harsh and uneven to his pounding ears. Something had awoken him from a demented dream, something that was not supposed to be there. He quietly slid out of the bed,
his bare feet landing soundlessly on the hard panels. With his hand held out in front of him he flicked it almost imperceptible to the right, and a ray of pure, golden light shout of the end. The entire room shed its heavy shroud of obscurity, visibility and luminosity flooding all the corners. The
room was utterly empty of any living creature, with the exception of himself. His brow furrowed slightly and he got a tightly hold on his wand. He had spend the first seventeen, almost eighteen years of his life in the Wizarding world and just because the room appeared to be empty did not
mean that it was.
"Show yourself." He said in a voice still rough from sleep.
There was silence.
"I will not ask you again, take of the cloak or spell so I can see you."
A very quiet, sexless giggle echoed around the room and then the alien presence disappeared entirely, almost as if it had been the remnants of a particularly unpleasant dream. He stood there for a moment, every nerve tensed, waiting for an attack. Slowly, his body relaxed as the threat
passed and he suck down onto his bed, his wand rolling onto the soft grey of the blanket. He brought his hand up to run it through his hair, unconsciously giving in to a life long habit. When his fingers touched the soft blond locks at the back of his head, he found several of the strands
seemed to be shorter and more uneven tan the rest. His brow furrowed slightly for a moment, but the thought was pushed away as unimportant. His hair had probably gotten caught one some rough rock earlier that day. He picked up his wand and with a flick of his wrist, the light disappeared
his form swallowed up into thick darkness. He let out a very quiet sigh and set it back down, sprawling onto his bed. He rapidly lost hold on his consciousness, his normally tenacious grip on the unfeeling mask he always wore slipping and the peace of sleep overtaking his body and mind.
This is short, but tell me what you think about the new spacing. I was getting some complaints about how hard it was to read, so let's try it this way!
Your Lord and Master;
Foamy the Squirrel