"What do you want?" Lily asked Lucius Malfoy warily. One year above her,
Malfoy had always seemed to go out of his way to harass any muggleborn
student at Hogwarts, but seemed to enjoy tormenting her above all else. She
reasoned that it was because she was the recipient of Potter's affections,
the one person Lucius liked to plague above her.
"What makes you think I want anything from you, mud-blood?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow up in amusement and taking a step closer. He looked her up and down, stopping on the fastening of her robes just below her chin. Lily followed his gaze down towards the clasp and then looked back up at him, but now he was looking her straight in the eye, face full of clarity yet still emotionless.
"Well if you don't want anything I'll be on my way," Lily retorted and attempted to pass him. A hand shot from the pocket of his robes and grasped Lily's forearm strongly, preventing her from taking another step.
"What if I don't want you to go anywhere?" he asked menacingly, his face less than three inches from hers, his expensive French scent so pungent it was making her feel faint.
Lily shut her eyes for a moment, trying to regain her senses and, sensing her vulnerability, Lucius puller her close and claimed her lips savagely, ignoring the cry of alarm emanating from her throat.
She struggled to get away, but years of playing James at Quidditch wasn't all for nothing. His strong arms enfolded her, pressing her hard against his torso while his ravaging tongue stole the breath from her lungs. One of his hands removed itself from her back and made a path down the side of her waist, bringing tears to Lily's eyes. She frantically tried to push it away but her hands, like her, were trapped in his embrace and useless to her.
Finally his mouth released hers and she continued to struggle, still yet incapable of coherent speech. He puller her head close and nipped at her neck, drawing blood. She could feel him smile against her neck, her surroundings and every movement ludicrously clear to her senses.
Lily thrust her head to the side, the teeth clanging collision with Lucius causing the pent up tears to free themselves and make tracks down her face. Swears sounded close to her ear where Lucius had been moments before, but Lily was only vaguely aware. Like the calm before the storm, everything was quiet except for her own feelings, bodily movements. The stabbing pain in her arm as Lucius twisted it behind her back, the throat-numbing scream that scathed out of her throat; though she wasn't quite sure it was hers.
The screaming ended abruptly as a hand clamped across her mouth and her arm was pulled tighter behind her. She could feel the bones giving way, hear the distinct crack as they began to fracture and splinter in her flesh. The scrabbling of a hungry hand clawing at her breast and the deep, heavy breathing in her ear was enough to make anyone feel queasy, yet Lily felt nothing.
Then at some point the atmosphere changed. To Lily, life had become very simple. Past the point of struggling because she had lost all of her strength, she was left with only the truth that she had to get away or die trying. Pulling up her last reserves, she twisted, not even feeling the searing pain of her arm snapping behind her back, and attacked Lucius. Taken by surprise, he fell backwards onto the floor and defended himself as best he could from the blows being reined upon him.
"Lily!" someone shouted behind her, a noise so barely audible that she accredited it to her imagination.
"Lily! What are you doing?" it came again, this time accompanied by a firm reassuring hand clasping her shoulder, bringing her back down to earth with a thump. She fell away from the blurring, bloody form of the Slytherin, shivering.
"Are you alright?" Remus' face swam into her field of vision and she reached out towards him, her voice full of desperation.
"Please," she whispered gutturally. "Please, the common room. Take me..." Then she fell into a state of complete exhaustion on Remus' arms.
Looking dubiously between Lucius, who was running down the corridor sending menacing glances their way, to Lily, bloodied and with what looked like a serious breakage in her arm. Deciding the arm would wait, her picked her up and carried her off to the common room. It would be best to get a story of what had happened so he could inform Madame Pomfrey properly.
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"Lily?" Remus probed gently the next morning. Her eyes fluttered open for a second before closing again.
"Lily, please wake up. I need to know what happened before we got to the hospital wing. That's a bad wound to your arm."
Lily's eyes moved slightly yet she did not stir. Her breathing had altered slightly though and Remus could tell she was awake by the finger on her right hand twitching slightly. He doubted she would be able to move the fingers of her left hand without difficulty. No doubt a night in the nippy Christmas air would have sufficiently stiffened it.
"Nothing happened," Lily said suddenly, startling him. "It doesn't matter."
"Nothing happened?" Remus asked, slightly sarcastic. "No, it doesn't look like anything happened."
Lily cracked open an eye and looked down at herself, her robes crinkled from sleep, her wrist bruised and red. Her left arm, bloody and slightly abnormal. And painful. She winced as she started to move it and thought better of it.
"Okay, so maybe something happened." She looked up at Remus, tears glimmering in her eyes. "If you promise not to tell a soul, I'll let you take me to the hospital wing."
Remus smiled reassuringly and took her hand. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
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Sorry I haven't posted in so long, and sorry this chapter is so short.
*sigh* you know what.... I'm sorry for everything! Sorry, sorry, sorry, lol.
Please review... Flames, criticisms, suggestions, whatever :)
"What makes you think I want anything from you, mud-blood?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow up in amusement and taking a step closer. He looked her up and down, stopping on the fastening of her robes just below her chin. Lily followed his gaze down towards the clasp and then looked back up at him, but now he was looking her straight in the eye, face full of clarity yet still emotionless.
"Well if you don't want anything I'll be on my way," Lily retorted and attempted to pass him. A hand shot from the pocket of his robes and grasped Lily's forearm strongly, preventing her from taking another step.
"What if I don't want you to go anywhere?" he asked menacingly, his face less than three inches from hers, his expensive French scent so pungent it was making her feel faint.
Lily shut her eyes for a moment, trying to regain her senses and, sensing her vulnerability, Lucius puller her close and claimed her lips savagely, ignoring the cry of alarm emanating from her throat.
She struggled to get away, but years of playing James at Quidditch wasn't all for nothing. His strong arms enfolded her, pressing her hard against his torso while his ravaging tongue stole the breath from her lungs. One of his hands removed itself from her back and made a path down the side of her waist, bringing tears to Lily's eyes. She frantically tried to push it away but her hands, like her, were trapped in his embrace and useless to her.
Finally his mouth released hers and she continued to struggle, still yet incapable of coherent speech. He puller her head close and nipped at her neck, drawing blood. She could feel him smile against her neck, her surroundings and every movement ludicrously clear to her senses.
Lily thrust her head to the side, the teeth clanging collision with Lucius causing the pent up tears to free themselves and make tracks down her face. Swears sounded close to her ear where Lucius had been moments before, but Lily was only vaguely aware. Like the calm before the storm, everything was quiet except for her own feelings, bodily movements. The stabbing pain in her arm as Lucius twisted it behind her back, the throat-numbing scream that scathed out of her throat; though she wasn't quite sure it was hers.
The screaming ended abruptly as a hand clamped across her mouth and her arm was pulled tighter behind her. She could feel the bones giving way, hear the distinct crack as they began to fracture and splinter in her flesh. The scrabbling of a hungry hand clawing at her breast and the deep, heavy breathing in her ear was enough to make anyone feel queasy, yet Lily felt nothing.
Then at some point the atmosphere changed. To Lily, life had become very simple. Past the point of struggling because she had lost all of her strength, she was left with only the truth that she had to get away or die trying. Pulling up her last reserves, she twisted, not even feeling the searing pain of her arm snapping behind her back, and attacked Lucius. Taken by surprise, he fell backwards onto the floor and defended himself as best he could from the blows being reined upon him.
"Lily!" someone shouted behind her, a noise so barely audible that she accredited it to her imagination.
"Lily! What are you doing?" it came again, this time accompanied by a firm reassuring hand clasping her shoulder, bringing her back down to earth with a thump. She fell away from the blurring, bloody form of the Slytherin, shivering.
"Are you alright?" Remus' face swam into her field of vision and she reached out towards him, her voice full of desperation.
"Please," she whispered gutturally. "Please, the common room. Take me..." Then she fell into a state of complete exhaustion on Remus' arms.
Looking dubiously between Lucius, who was running down the corridor sending menacing glances their way, to Lily, bloodied and with what looked like a serious breakage in her arm. Deciding the arm would wait, her picked her up and carried her off to the common room. It would be best to get a story of what had happened so he could inform Madame Pomfrey properly.
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"Lily?" Remus probed gently the next morning. Her eyes fluttered open for a second before closing again.
"Lily, please wake up. I need to know what happened before we got to the hospital wing. That's a bad wound to your arm."
Lily's eyes moved slightly yet she did not stir. Her breathing had altered slightly though and Remus could tell she was awake by the finger on her right hand twitching slightly. He doubted she would be able to move the fingers of her left hand without difficulty. No doubt a night in the nippy Christmas air would have sufficiently stiffened it.
"Nothing happened," Lily said suddenly, startling him. "It doesn't matter."
"Nothing happened?" Remus asked, slightly sarcastic. "No, it doesn't look like anything happened."
Lily cracked open an eye and looked down at herself, her robes crinkled from sleep, her wrist bruised and red. Her left arm, bloody and slightly abnormal. And painful. She winced as she started to move it and thought better of it.
"Okay, so maybe something happened." She looked up at Remus, tears glimmering in her eyes. "If you promise not to tell a soul, I'll let you take me to the hospital wing."
Remus smiled reassuringly and took her hand. "Cross my heart and hope to die."
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Sorry I haven't posted in so long, and sorry this chapter is so short.
*sigh* you know what.... I'm sorry for everything! Sorry, sorry, sorry, lol.
Please review... Flames, criticisms, suggestions, whatever :)