Sooner Or Later: By: Breaking Benjamin:
I want a normal life
Just like a new born child
I am a lover hater
I am an instigator
You are an oversight
Don't try to compromise
I'll learn to love to hate it
I am not integrated
Just call my name
You'll be okay
You're scream is crawling through my veins
Sooner or later your gonna hate it
Go ahead and throw your (my) (our) life away
Driving me under, leaving me out there
Go ahead and throw your (my) (our) life away
You're like an infantile
I knew it all the while
You see them
Try to play me
Just like you see on TV
I am an oversight
Just like a parasite
Why am I so pathetic
I know you won't forget it
Just call my name
You'll be okay
You're scream is crawling through my veins
Sooner or later your gonna hate it
Go ahead and throw your (my) (our) life away
Driving me under, leaving me out there
Go ahead and throw your (my) (our) life away
Every Me And Every You: Chapter Six: I Am An Instigator
I
She had woken up in a large, comfortable bed with black satin sheets and pillows. There was a long, silky smooth sheet around her naked body.
At first she didn't realize where she was and what had happened to her. The movement of the substance next to her cast her out of her thoughts.
"How are you?" He asked, his voice raspy and slurred.
"How do you think I am?" His arm stretched towards her, trying to capture her own.
"You know you'll never be able to leave, right?"
"Yes, I'm aware." The impatience in her voice rang clearly.
"So then enjoy your stay…" His arm finally reached her shoulders and he brought her towards him.
It had been about half an hour since he went back to sleep and the girl was just lying in the bed, her head on his chest. She had been thinking this entire time; thinking about him. He honestly wasn't as awful as he first seemed. In fact, he was quite charming and handsome. Yes, she concluded, she would enjoy being his evil queen.
Almost as much as she would enjoy destroying him.
II
All night they had looked everywhere for her, while her mother had filed out a "police report". What the hell was that anyway?
Harry hadn't had any luck in finding her, so he desperately asked Malfoy to help him. They were walking around looking for clues at that moment in time.
"So…Quite a girl, am I right?" Malfoy had been trying to make conversation all night. It seemed to Harry that he was trying to reveal some sort of information to him.
"And amazing in bed, I must add." Potter froze. What did he just say?
"What did you just say?"
"And amazing in bed, I must add." Malfoy repeated slowly, thoroughly enjoying Potter's reaction.
"You slept with her?"
"Oh, yes. In a way, I was kind of drawn to her. It was…unbelievable."
"So, she's not a virgin?"
"Not at all. Why, Potter, did you expect her to be? Wait a minute, are you?"
"Yes, I am. And I'm proud of it. I'd rather wait until I was completely in love with someone to 'do it', not just with random people."
"Wow, you're even more innocent than I thought. Honestly, I'm starting to find you a little creepy, Potter."
"Same here, Malfoy."
"Potter, I have to go."
"What? Why? Where? Who? When? Did I recite them all?"
"You missed 'how', but I need to go. I'm getting a…message. I need to leave now."
"Let me guess: Dark Mark?"
"Oh, shut up."
" Hey, maybe you could ask around if anyone knows anything while you're there?"
"And why would they?"
"I don't know. I just have a feeling."
"You're a strange one Potter."
III
The blonde one had arrived at the usual "meeting spot". When he first became a Death eater, he was told the "meeting spot" was one that was secure and perfectly safe.
The back of a Dunkin Donuts shop didn't seem too safe to Draco. What was wrong with evil geniuses these days?
So, anyway, back to this pointless story: When he arrived, there were already about two or three there. He had been wandering around waiting for some kind of symbol to indicate the beginning of the meeting. As he was walking in circles (literally, he found this relaxing), he overheard some of the conversation two fellow Death eaters were having.
"Can you believe Him?"
"I know. I understand why He went back to His old body, because, let's face it: He wasn't the most gorgeous person alive. But, He did it all for that girl. I don't know much about them, but I heard they have a history. A history where she screwed Him over."
"So now He wants revenge on her?"
"Yeah, but Maximus, who's one of His personal men, says that He told him that He would never hurt her directly, but she would pay."
"Damn, and He had the audacity to tell me to break up with a girl because she was sleeping with my brother."
"Why wouldn't you break up with a girl who was sleeping with your brother?"
"She was hot."
That's all Draco needed to hear. That's all anyone needed to hear: What kind of moron couldn't figure out that "the girl" was "the girl", and "the girl" was taken captive by "Him"?
Oh, stop pretending that you're not confused.
IV
"So what do I do?" She was still in the bed lazily watching him dress.
"Whatever you want to do."
"But I don't know what that is. Can I follow you around?" He turned to her, his ice green eyes staring into her hazel ones.
"You want to follow me around?"
"Well, why not? I mean, you're supposed to be some evil-king-guy-thingy, so obviously, you must have an interesting day."
"I suppose I do." He had finished dressing himself and started strolling towards her. When he finally reached the side of the bed, he leaned over, grabbed her roughly to his chest, and whispered menacingly into her ear, "Don't worry, love, you will be punished."
V
Draco had immediately apparated back to the destination where he left Harry- I mean 'Potter'.
He wasn't there.
Why do I even try? He thought. What he didn't realize was that he said it out loud.
"I don't know. Why do you?" Potter had come out of the shadows, his face remotely covered in darkness. Something looked different about him, but Draco didn't have the time nor care to inspect further.
"I know where she is. Vold-The Dark Lord has her. Apparently, they have a past together."
"So then let's go find her."
"Potter, you can't play Hero all of the time. We need a plan. Do you know how guarded his place is?"
"He has a place?"
"Yeah, and it's heavily guarded. Do you have any idea of how we can get in?"
"No, and I don't care…Wait, I do have an idea. I have an Invisibility Cloak, we could sneak in, and then grab her and run."
"That's all? That's what you came up with? What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you were supposed to be smart."
"I am, and that's the plan. Deal with it."
VI
He had left an hour or so ago. She had been laying in bed that entire time thinking about what he had said earlier. Finally, when she felt a soft thumping in her head, she got up.
Her long, silky legs traveled the difference to the closet across from the bed. She peered in, searching for something suitable. All that there was in the closet was a few dresses, a skirt, two tops, and a pair of sandals. She picked the white top, the black mini skirt that hung to her perfectly, and the black sandals.
There was an adjacent bathroom that she went into. She came out an hour and a half later, showered, dressed, and fresh. If only she had somewhere to go.
VII
They had apparated to The Dark Lord's "place" as Draco had cleverly put it. The plan was still in place; all they had to do was go through with it.
"Do you see anyone here?"
"No."
"Fine, then move." And just like that, throwing caution to the wind, Potter ran to the entrance of the building. No one could see him, but the barrier around the mansion-like-building could feel and sense him. And automatically, an alarm rang out clear that and intruder had tried to enter.
"Damn you, Potter." That was the beginning of the curses said that day.
VIII
She had been walking down some hallway when two men ran past her quickly. Curiosity got the hold of her and she ran after them. The path they were treading led her right outside, past the gates of the mansion. The sight she saw there made her almost gasp.
Almost.
Blondie and Four Eyes were going head to head with at least twenty other men.
Twenty to one.
The odds did not look that good.
But somehow, in a matter of minutes, they had taken out more than half the army against them. Soon, there were only two or three left and they scampered back into the mansion.
"I told you it'd work." Four Eyes said to Blondie.
"Are you mad, man? That did not work! What the hell were you thinking?"
"Hey, we got her, didn't we?" He now turned to her, "Hello, Ana. We've come to rescue you."
She had wondered why there was no one stopping her from leaving. She had wondered why there was no one stopping this from occurring.
Well, she didn't need to wonder anymore.
"Hello, Potter, Malfoy. Sorry to interrupt your plans."
Authors Note: Okay, this chapter is dedicated to Harry Latina who left me a wonderful review last time. Hoepfully, the story got a little better. I tried to make it a little longer this time, and there's only one song at the beginning which you can ignore if you'd like.
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