A/N- Ok slight cliffy from last week and I couldn't stop thinking about it. So here it is, the thing hat has nagged me more in the brain besides my math homework. Ok now that I have stated that, LEAD ON MCDUCK!
Amy opened her eyes. It's seemed as though no time had passed, Draco was still on top of her, pressing her back into the tree. Her arms were wrapped in his hands and held over her head. She could still feel the sun still beat down on the island, but a heavy gray cloud lingered not far way. The tree was still jagged and shard and the browning grass still surrounded them. The castle loomed hundreds of feet away, its windows glittering in the sun.
She eyes fell back to Draco, his body turning her from the tree. He let her wrists go to let her self get situated. But her feet got tangled and she fell. But this time no one caught her. And down but a few seconds after she hit the hard dry ground, 150-pounds of testosterone fell on her little body. He set his arms at her sides letting o of her wrists. He drew back, still but a few inches from her face. His eyes were heavy with passion and heat; the ice of blue was hazed with emotion. His hair was askew her she assumed she may have run her fingers through. Amy felt her wrists being gathered by his one hand and them he lifted the other. He worked open the neck of her shirt and undid her tie. His rough fingers danced across her neck and the tingle ran across her shoulders.
"Please no," She mumbled. He looked up from his work. He looked into her eyes, puzzled but still heavy. Wonder crossed her mind ands she tried to slide away, afraid of what he might do. But he let go of her wrists, pulled her back to him, and gathered them up again in no time at all. The grip he held was like an iron clamp, holding her so still. He smirked but continued on unbuttoning her shirt.
"What's this? Little West afraid of having fun? Oh, don't worry, no one has to know..." He cooed, his voice dripping with passion. Amy suddenly felt his cold hand on her stomach. She shivered as her nerves surged once more with energy. She glanced to the sky. The gray cloud floated closer and closer to the sun, trying to eclipse it. She looked to Draco. He was contentedly unbuttoning the top button of her top, revealing her pale blue bra. She began to shake with nerves, so she tried to slither away again. But he still held her tight, moving was futile.
"Look, this is my first time for all of this," She said worriedly. Still Amy knew he would take no notice. No one else had, even Allie. But he looked up, startled yet still covered. His brow was raised and his mouth was in a confused position. He shrugged awkwardly then looked back down. Looking down, he reached into the pocket of her robes, found her wand lifted it up, and shot a stream of deep green sparks into the air. Desperately, Amy wished that they had flown high enough so they could see on the other side of the castle.
"Really? Well, don't worry, I'll make it good for you...I'll make it good for you." He reached to her breast and began to pull down the strap. Suddenly she felt her mind taking over and she tried to push him away. Amy had no clue what she was doing as she slapped him in the face. He assumed she was being playful and buried his head into her neck. Amy lost herself and found herself biting hard into his brow. Her teeth sunk into his flesh and he screamed. He jumped off her and yelled in pain, his hands were clasped over his eye. He rolled off her and stood up, a puzzled look about him. She pushed him away from her and she jumped up. She ran blindly for the edge of the island and found herself looking down a small rocky cliff. She heard Draco chasing after her, his footsteps loud in the dead leaves.
Amy felt her legs bend beneath her and her feet pushed off the ground. The wind rushed through her hair as she plummeted towards the water below. She sucked in a quick breath before she left the cold water engulf her. The water wasn't that deep, so she felt her feet hit the bottom of the lake as she pushed herself back to the surface. She hovered there at the surface before swimming towards the near shore. She heard Draco kick off the island on his broom; he yelled for her to get on the broom with him. But she ignored his yelling and swam faster to the bank. Soon she was on her feet, wading through the water.
"Amy!" Draco yelled down at her. She turned and looked up at him. The glare of the sun had disappeared; the gray cloud lingered in front of it. He was hovering about 5 feet away from her. There was a heavy lie of blood trickling down from his brow. His eye was swelled from blood rushing to his head; his platinum hair was stained with a deep crimson.
"Go away you bastard!" She screamed. But the words didn't feel like her own, they were foreign on her tongue. She began to run through the water, stumbling and kicking up cold water around her. The water met the muddy shore. She saw Draco land but a few feet from her as she sprinted away into the forest. She dodged trees, trying to loose him. But she heard his thundering footsteps not far behind her. She ran around a huge oak, becoming slowly dizzy. The sound of his feet slowed the stopped. Amy glanced around the edge of the tree and saw him there. HJE was glancing around, trying to guess where she had headed. He abruptly turned around, walking back out of the forest.
Amy slumped down and rested her back on the tree. She had no clue what had just come over her. She felt like someone else had taken over her body. She leaned her head back on the tree, closing her eyes. 'Where are you Ellen? Where are you,' she thought suddenly. Her eyes prickled with tears and her throat was suddenly. She squeezed her eyes shut, muttering to herself about her memories. She felt the tears run down her pale cheek and she tasted its salty residue on her lip. She closed her eye and more tears found there way out of her eye. Her body began to quake again, this time with cold. Her stomach tied in knots and she felt herself becoming panicked.
Amy let her mind take her, trying to remember the happy times. She saw herself at the hospital when Ellen was born 2 months early. She remembered the day of her father's disappearance, the tears and anger it brought to their quiet ranch. She remembered the nerves she had when she waited in the Great Hall of Beabaxton, waiting to be sorted. But she saw those piercing blue eyes again, that little steak knife covered in her mother's blood.
Her eyes shot open on that last thought. She looked around; all the light had disappeared from between the trees. Her body was could and numb from the water of the lake and she shivered heavily. Ungracefully, she pushed herself to her feet and tried to guess which was she had entered. But all the trees blended together so she was forced to walk in some direction. Her feet began to move under her, kicking away leaves and snapping twigs.
Amy had no clue how long she was walking in that same way. It had to be hours because she heard the distant chirping of crickets die down, signaling the rise of the moon. The trees all looked the same as she wandered, the darkness made it hard to tell them apart. She squinted into the far away distance. There was a little light, only a speck of a glitter between the trees. Instantly, she walked faster towards it. The light grew until se found herself in front of a glittering pond. The water was a silvery white and rippled at a pale sand beach. A wide and of weeping willow trees surrounded the glittering water. She rested her hand on the soft bark of a near willow. For a tree, the bark was silky smooth and unbroken.
Suddenly, she was no longer numb and a feeling of warmth ran throughout her body. She looked into the water as if someone had bottled an aurora of some sort. The water changed fro silver to a very pale azure. She stared into the water, the light illuminating her face. Pondering about even touching the surface, Amy sat down on the shore of the lake. She knew it wouldn't make any difference if she just dove in with her clothing on, for they lingered with dampness. But she slipped of her Mary-Jane's and stockings and dabbled her toes in the water. Suddenly, she felt herself being pulled into the water. But as her head was in the water, it was no longer a gentle tingle. It was a harsh painful sting that made he gulp in a huge amount of water. She became submerged as her eyes popped open. But looking through this water was not like glass. She saw visions of people being slaughtered before her eyes; their blood seemed to float in the water with her. She pushed at the bottom of the lake, trying to raise herself from the bottom. But the surface had become rock hard, she couldn't break through
Amy felt her breath becoming faint; her heartbeat slowed. She tried to let air come to her mouth, but water filled her lungs. She trashed around underneath the water, her long black hair got tangled around her neck. She thrashed round beneath the glass of the surface, but she couldn't break it. She closed her eyes, the gore of mutilation burned in them. Her back hit the bottom of the pool; soft silver dust enveloped her. She had expected to die right then and there, lying on the bottom of the pond. But Suddenly, Amy sunk through the sand and into another world.
A/N: Heh Heh... that was fun to write. Ok please review for me even though I've been a crappy writer and have spent way too much time perfecting this. Ok REVEIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
Amy opened her eyes. It's seemed as though no time had passed, Draco was still on top of her, pressing her back into the tree. Her arms were wrapped in his hands and held over her head. She could still feel the sun still beat down on the island, but a heavy gray cloud lingered not far way. The tree was still jagged and shard and the browning grass still surrounded them. The castle loomed hundreds of feet away, its windows glittering in the sun.
She eyes fell back to Draco, his body turning her from the tree. He let her wrists go to let her self get situated. But her feet got tangled and she fell. But this time no one caught her. And down but a few seconds after she hit the hard dry ground, 150-pounds of testosterone fell on her little body. He set his arms at her sides letting o of her wrists. He drew back, still but a few inches from her face. His eyes were heavy with passion and heat; the ice of blue was hazed with emotion. His hair was askew her she assumed she may have run her fingers through. Amy felt her wrists being gathered by his one hand and them he lifted the other. He worked open the neck of her shirt and undid her tie. His rough fingers danced across her neck and the tingle ran across her shoulders.
"Please no," She mumbled. He looked up from his work. He looked into her eyes, puzzled but still heavy. Wonder crossed her mind ands she tried to slide away, afraid of what he might do. But he let go of her wrists, pulled her back to him, and gathered them up again in no time at all. The grip he held was like an iron clamp, holding her so still. He smirked but continued on unbuttoning her shirt.
"What's this? Little West afraid of having fun? Oh, don't worry, no one has to know..." He cooed, his voice dripping with passion. Amy suddenly felt his cold hand on her stomach. She shivered as her nerves surged once more with energy. She glanced to the sky. The gray cloud floated closer and closer to the sun, trying to eclipse it. She looked to Draco. He was contentedly unbuttoning the top button of her top, revealing her pale blue bra. She began to shake with nerves, so she tried to slither away again. But he still held her tight, moving was futile.
"Look, this is my first time for all of this," She said worriedly. Still Amy knew he would take no notice. No one else had, even Allie. But he looked up, startled yet still covered. His brow was raised and his mouth was in a confused position. He shrugged awkwardly then looked back down. Looking down, he reached into the pocket of her robes, found her wand lifted it up, and shot a stream of deep green sparks into the air. Desperately, Amy wished that they had flown high enough so they could see on the other side of the castle.
"Really? Well, don't worry, I'll make it good for you...I'll make it good for you." He reached to her breast and began to pull down the strap. Suddenly she felt her mind taking over and she tried to push him away. Amy had no clue what she was doing as she slapped him in the face. He assumed she was being playful and buried his head into her neck. Amy lost herself and found herself biting hard into his brow. Her teeth sunk into his flesh and he screamed. He jumped off her and yelled in pain, his hands were clasped over his eye. He rolled off her and stood up, a puzzled look about him. She pushed him away from her and she jumped up. She ran blindly for the edge of the island and found herself looking down a small rocky cliff. She heard Draco chasing after her, his footsteps loud in the dead leaves.
Amy felt her legs bend beneath her and her feet pushed off the ground. The wind rushed through her hair as she plummeted towards the water below. She sucked in a quick breath before she left the cold water engulf her. The water wasn't that deep, so she felt her feet hit the bottom of the lake as she pushed herself back to the surface. She hovered there at the surface before swimming towards the near shore. She heard Draco kick off the island on his broom; he yelled for her to get on the broom with him. But she ignored his yelling and swam faster to the bank. Soon she was on her feet, wading through the water.
"Amy!" Draco yelled down at her. She turned and looked up at him. The glare of the sun had disappeared; the gray cloud lingered in front of it. He was hovering about 5 feet away from her. There was a heavy lie of blood trickling down from his brow. His eye was swelled from blood rushing to his head; his platinum hair was stained with a deep crimson.
"Go away you bastard!" She screamed. But the words didn't feel like her own, they were foreign on her tongue. She began to run through the water, stumbling and kicking up cold water around her. The water met the muddy shore. She saw Draco land but a few feet from her as she sprinted away into the forest. She dodged trees, trying to loose him. But she heard his thundering footsteps not far behind her. She ran around a huge oak, becoming slowly dizzy. The sound of his feet slowed the stopped. Amy glanced around the edge of the tree and saw him there. HJE was glancing around, trying to guess where she had headed. He abruptly turned around, walking back out of the forest.
Amy slumped down and rested her back on the tree. She had no clue what had just come over her. She felt like someone else had taken over her body. She leaned her head back on the tree, closing her eyes. 'Where are you Ellen? Where are you,' she thought suddenly. Her eyes prickled with tears and her throat was suddenly. She squeezed her eyes shut, muttering to herself about her memories. She felt the tears run down her pale cheek and she tasted its salty residue on her lip. She closed her eye and more tears found there way out of her eye. Her body began to quake again, this time with cold. Her stomach tied in knots and she felt herself becoming panicked.
Amy let her mind take her, trying to remember the happy times. She saw herself at the hospital when Ellen was born 2 months early. She remembered the day of her father's disappearance, the tears and anger it brought to their quiet ranch. She remembered the nerves she had when she waited in the Great Hall of Beabaxton, waiting to be sorted. But she saw those piercing blue eyes again, that little steak knife covered in her mother's blood.
Her eyes shot open on that last thought. She looked around; all the light had disappeared from between the trees. Her body was could and numb from the water of the lake and she shivered heavily. Ungracefully, she pushed herself to her feet and tried to guess which was she had entered. But all the trees blended together so she was forced to walk in some direction. Her feet began to move under her, kicking away leaves and snapping twigs.
Amy had no clue how long she was walking in that same way. It had to be hours because she heard the distant chirping of crickets die down, signaling the rise of the moon. The trees all looked the same as she wandered, the darkness made it hard to tell them apart. She squinted into the far away distance. There was a little light, only a speck of a glitter between the trees. Instantly, she walked faster towards it. The light grew until se found herself in front of a glittering pond. The water was a silvery white and rippled at a pale sand beach. A wide and of weeping willow trees surrounded the glittering water. She rested her hand on the soft bark of a near willow. For a tree, the bark was silky smooth and unbroken.
Suddenly, she was no longer numb and a feeling of warmth ran throughout her body. She looked into the water as if someone had bottled an aurora of some sort. The water changed fro silver to a very pale azure. She stared into the water, the light illuminating her face. Pondering about even touching the surface, Amy sat down on the shore of the lake. She knew it wouldn't make any difference if she just dove in with her clothing on, for they lingered with dampness. But she slipped of her Mary-Jane's and stockings and dabbled her toes in the water. Suddenly, she felt herself being pulled into the water. But as her head was in the water, it was no longer a gentle tingle. It was a harsh painful sting that made he gulp in a huge amount of water. She became submerged as her eyes popped open. But looking through this water was not like glass. She saw visions of people being slaughtered before her eyes; their blood seemed to float in the water with her. She pushed at the bottom of the lake, trying to raise herself from the bottom. But the surface had become rock hard, she couldn't break through
Amy felt her breath becoming faint; her heartbeat slowed. She tried to let air come to her mouth, but water filled her lungs. She trashed around underneath the water, her long black hair got tangled around her neck. She thrashed round beneath the glass of the surface, but she couldn't break it. She closed her eyes, the gore of mutilation burned in them. Her back hit the bottom of the pool; soft silver dust enveloped her. She had expected to die right then and there, lying on the bottom of the pond. But Suddenly, Amy sunk through the sand and into another world.
A/N: Heh Heh... that was fun to write. Ok please review for me even though I've been a crappy writer and have spent way too much time perfecting this. Ok REVEIEW REVIEW REVIEW!
