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A/N I was told this is my best story yet o.O I dunno if that's true, but if I'm twisted but brilliant I think I deserve applause hehe. I kinda feel like I'm really taking this story somewhere though, so maybe she is right! Thankies to my beta, mucho appreciated :) Thankies for the reviews!
Larna Mandrea thankies :) I like to hear that I'm a good writer, even if I'm slightly twisted!
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You have been bored. Bored to a point where the numb sensation in the back of you're skull from lack of thinking is starting to turn into a dull ache. Wonderful a headache is coming on.
The nurse left you with lunch what seems like an eon ago, yet you know that this is just the feeling of lack of nothing to do. You first started after lunch checking out your surroundings.
The stone room had windows high up near the ceiling so you wouldn't be able for an escape, not that it was likely with all the spells they probably put on the windows and doors.
There was one window beside the bed that had curtains, making it almost seem pleasant. You doubt there would be any pleasantries once you find out what the hell the Death Eaters want with you. You have a feeling you will find out why the kept you alive in a short while.
After figuring out where everything was in the room, you realized there was no cupboards or closets in the room, and one desk where your lunch tray still sat with barely any crumbs of the sandwich left on it. And nothing to do.
You had been pacing around the room to get rid of energy that had been built up into your system, but you now just wanted to sit on the bed and glare at the wooden door. You were starting to long for company, and that was in itself, a sad thing considering the company you knew you were going to get.
You're not sure what to think, on one hand the last night had not hurt too much, on the other hand, you don't want it to happen again. You feel anger, fear, unsafe in this room. And when the door finally opens up you wish you didn't look so damn eager for someone to talk to.
"Eager to see me now?" He asks, and you glare at him. If he were left alone for an entire day he'd be eager for human contact too.
"I'm so eager I could die from it," You say sarcastically, and his eyes flash with danger, but you're not afraid of him, you'll never be afraid of him.
"Watch it Potter," He warns, but you feel like playing with fire today, and to hell if you get burned.
"Watch what?" You ask, pretending you're a clueless dunderhead. He walks closer to you and slaps your face, making you flinch in pain a bit.
"Watch what you say Potter. You will be respective to me, and if you are not you will be treated how I treat all my possessions, with a beating. Understand this?" He says, and you're amazed, it's said as if he has the right to own, as if you already are his. You wonder if you are.
No, you can't be, you didn't give him permission to have you, and he won't have you if he doesn't have that. Your mind made up on that thought, you realize he's looking at you with those cold eyes, you never noticed how intensely cold and emotionless they are like his voice.
"Do you understand this?" He asks again, and you nod slowly, you would rather get beaten then prove to be submissive to him, and if that means offending him in everyway possible, you will do it.
"Now we can work on the lack of use on my name. You will address me Master Malfoy, and if you do not, I will think of ways to punish you." He says, and for the first time since you have been in this… building? You can see his features in the daylight.
His hair is long, very long, and the last time you saw him, it was slicked back but now it just hangs loosely over his face. It wasn't long enough to go past his waist, maybe covered half his back. His face was more mature and all boyish features left him. You feel envy of him for that because you knew you could practically be mistaken for a girl at times.
"I will not!" You say in defiance, and his eyes flash with a cold annoyance, telling you that it might have been better idea to keep your mouth shut, but you don't care about that.
"And if you do not Potter." He says with such malice, and raises his hand you do the one thing that you can think of; you try to block the hand with your arm. It works, for that hand, but you find yourself crippled on the floor when his hand strikes your thigh.
You don't cry out loudly, but there is a small yelp. "Try this again," He says, and you yet again wonder if he ever has emotion, or if he really is a block of ice. You look up at him and glare, rubbing your thigh, which probably has a bruise on it already, and hell does it sting.
The pain doesn't stay, but there is a bit of an ache, as you admit defeat, you don't want to be in too much pain for when you attempt to escape this hell. "Yes, Master Malfoy" As you speak you can swear you see a small smile of triumph cross his lips, but it leaves once again.
Malfoy wasn't always like this, you knew this once, what ever happened during the last year has turned him into a shell, or that's what it looks like. He used to show how much he envied you, now you only knew he was determined to make sure you knew you are weaker then him at this point in time. Who said it would stay that way though?
"Better, needs to sound like you actually believe I am your master, but that will come in time, I'm sure" He says and you glare at him.
His black robes pisses you off, his blonde hair pisses you off, his cold gray eyes piss you off, His whole demeanor is really pissing you off, and you know you can't tell him that. With out you're wand it will be hard, and he probably has wards all over the place to stop wandless magic from coiling him into its powerful grasp.
He moves closer to you, and you feel warmth moving off his warm body to your own. "No-No-t Again" You whisper, you don't want to relive, not again, not ever again. But he just smiles and you know it's hopeless.
"Sorry, but I can't resist" He says, and you shudder, allowing him to move you into his embrace. Bracing yourself for more unwanted intimacies.
You decide while lying in his arms on the bed that you'd rather be mind numbing bored then beside his warm body. It radiates into you as the cold air try's to make you shiver, and the effects aren't fair. You're excited, and it's all because of being way to close to one person.
You hate him, for not letting you stay and keep Ginny company, give her a grave; she deserved a grave at least. How can you forgive him for not allowing your friend that comfort? You know you can't. And it makes it all the much harder to enjoy being in his arms.
"Mr.Malfoy" You hear being called, as you lazily open an eye while waking up. You see him staring back at you, and you feel the urge to hide. He's to close.
You try to shift your body away from him, but it turns out the bed isn't that long and you find yourself falling to the floor, and wincing as your but connects with hard stone floor. It's a stinging cold sensation that travels up your body, waking you up instantly.
You hear soft chuckling from the bed, and wonder how he can chuckle at a time like this. You're both naked, and someone is calling for him at the door. If the nurse decides to come in she'll get an eyeful of you and him naked. You really don't want that.
"Mr. Malfoy! You're being called." The nurse says with an angry annoyed ton through the door, and pounds the on the door. You watch as he moves up and walks to the door, but naked. He opens the door to reveal an angry nurse, who blushes deeply at his wardrobe, or lack of it.
"Tell the Dark Lord I will be there as soon as the parasite gets dressed." He says, and you want to hurt something, how dare he call you a parasite! You're glaring at him with anger as he turns around and looks at you with a blank face.
"Indulge the Dark Lord and let him call you what he wishes." He says, and you decide to speak your mind, no matter what pain you'll get for it. He doesn't seem to care, but you do.
"I will not be called a parasite, I have a fucking name. He can call me Harry Baby for all I care, but I will not be known as a parasite!" You object, but Malfoy just chuckles again, that soft chuckle that barely sounds like a noise.
"Be glad he is not calling you Harry Baby, I doubt you would want to be his center of attention for sex. Then again he has reasons for keeping you, and now that you're healed, he will deal with you accordingly." He says, so calmly, so coldly.
You wonder how you can get out of this place and save your skin. You have a feeling you won't keep it if you see Voldemort today. A question flutters across your mind, and you ask, "Why are you doing this?" You're sure you've asked it before, but you want to know.
"Because, Potter, I can." He states as simple as ever, and you still wish that this answer could satisfy you and make you hate him.
You're walking with Malfoy through the stone corridors, it's a maze, it really is. You turn this way and that, and you sometimes wonder if you're going in circles just so he can confuse you and make sure you don't realize the way to get out of here.
You finally stop in front of a pair of double doors, encrypted with gold designs. Malfoy knocks gently on the door, and as it creaks open to show the darkness in the room, you wish you didn't feel like it was swallowing you up as well.
You don't know if what you feel is nervousness, or anticipation. These could be your last minutes alive; maybe you should make the best of it? You don't care; you're not going down with a fight!
Malfoy said he can do this because he can? Where is your choice in this because he can? You have a feeling yours is coming up soon, and it will seal your fate.
Review! I wanna know whatchya think on this chapter.It's less twisted woot!