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Rated: M for sexual content, language, adult themes, and violence
Chapter
Ten
"Forced Confession"
"Heya, Bella, guess what?"
said Ivy excitedly bouncing on her toes in the common room.
"What?"
asked Bella looking up from her Potions homework.
"Quidditch
season starts soon!"
"Am I supposed to be exited about this?"
asked Bella raising an eyebrow. "I have no interest in
Quidditch."
Ivy looked horror struck. "How can you not like
Quidditch! It's the greatest sport i—"
"Look, Ivy,"
said Bella dipping her black feather quill in her inkpot. "I just
don't like Quidditch is all. It's not something to go spastic
over." She bent back down over her homework and the scratching of
her quill against the paper filled the otherwise empty silence, all
the other Slytherins were either studying or…busy.
Ivy sighed
and slumped down next to Bella. "Won't you at least come to the
first match with me?"
"No." said Bella not looking up from
her homework on Sleeping Potions.
"Why not?" whined
Ivy.
"Because Potter's on the Gryffindor team." Bella
sniffed stuffily as she dipped her quill in ink again.
"Oh, so
that's what this is about. I thought there was something behind all
this." Said Ivy in a knowing way.
"All what?" snapped Bella
looking at Ivy.
"Oh, nothing," Ivy grinned. "I just think
you fancy Potter is all."
Bella nearly upset her inkpot
she jumped so badly. "I do NOT!"
"Right, sure you don't."
Ivy giggled.
"Ivy, why the hell would I fancy Potter!" asked
Bella in a whisper that was murderous. "He got my mum locked up in
prison. There is no way in hell that I like him in any way."
Ivy
looked mortified. "I'm sorry, Bella. I wasn't thinking."
"Damn
right." Snorted Bella returning to her homework.
"Well, will
you at least come with me to the match, please?" asked Ivy in a
nervous tone.
"Why is this so important to you?" asked Bella
trying to remember the fifth ingredient in a sleeping draft.
Ivy
shifted in her seat. "Well…I just…well, I mean, it's not that
important. I-I can go by myself."
Bella looked at Ivy. "Are
you trying to ask me on a date?"
Ivy went red.
Bella sighed.
"Why the blazes didn't you just say so upfront? Oh, alright I'll
go with you."
"Thank you!"
Bella's inkpot was nearly
spilled again as Ivy jerked Bella into a tight hug. "Ivy, lay off
or you'll choke me."
"Sorry!" Ivy let go very
quickly.
Bella smiled. "Who would have thought I'd be going on
my first date at the age of eleven?"
Ivy giggled.
That
evening Bella was wondering the corridors (Ivy had told her not too
because she might be raped again but Bella didn't seem to care).
She loved the school at this time because most students had already
gone to bed so most of the halls were empty. It was in walks let this
one that Bella often thought over things that had happened to her.
All these memories that I've seen here they're all…so sad.
It's like I'm focusing on the bad on purpose.
"Grundy,"
Bella
looked around for where the voice had come from. It was Richard Cook
the guy she'd seen on Halloween.
"What is it?" asked
Bella.
Cook walked up to here. "It's almost time for you to
get back to the common room, you should hurry."
"Right." But
as Bella turned to leave her eyes caught site of movement. And before
she could think she had turned around and grabbed Cook's
outstretched wand out of his hand.
"Oy, give me back my wand!"
yelled Cook.
"After you tell me why you were going to jinx me."
Said Bella firmly gripping the wand.
"I wasn't—"
But
Bella didn't hear the rest she was being blinded by blue light.
He
had just entered the common room. Good, Grundy's alone. He thought
drawing his wand and pointing it at her head. His spell shot out
rendering the girl immobile. He quickly pocketed his wand and picked
up the girl's limp body, he carried her out of the common room and
into an old classroom. All though the girl was immobile her eyes were
glaring up at him with a fire of hate as he put her roughly down on
the stone floor. "Not so tough now, are ya Grundy?" he laughed as
he ripped off her school uniform. "It's really a shame you won't
be able to remember this but oh well…" that said he unbuttoned
his pants and pushed himself into the girl. She was definitely a
virgin but he didn't care.
A blue flash of light brought
Bella back to the present. "Here." She shoved the wand back into
Cook's hands and walked away as fast as she could. She felt very
lightheaded but was determined not to pass out. I'll kill him.
That son of a bitch!
Bella ran into the common room,
passed Malfoy who was talking to Parkinson, and into her dorm. She
through herself on her bed and began beating her pillows.
"Bella,
what's wrong?" asked Ivy who had been sitting on her own bed but
was now walking over to Bella's.
Bella didn't answer Ivy but
just kept pounding her pillows red-hot tears rolling down her
face.
"Bella!" exclaimed Ivy. "What the hell's wrong!"
She ripped the pillows away from Bella and through them on the floor.
"Tell me, Bella!"
Bella laid down flat on her stomach sobbing
into her sheets. "I…don't want to…talk about it, Ivy." She
chocked between sobs and gasps for breath.
