Draco had all of this planned all along, he know that I would go to him and
propose something and he knew me enough to know that I would say I'd so
anything. He could torture me with his glares, scare me with his slightest
touch, bend me with his every word.
Why?
Because he knew now they he could.
He did it to spite me, to intimidate me, to ridicule me and no matter how bad it got, I would never let it show. He ordered me around like a servant, made me stay up till the middle of the night just to finish his homework, make me call him Draco Sir and have me carry his books. I was not a lap dog, I was not his little slave girl that would come to him at the snap of his oh-so-precious fingers.
But I had to keep my secret, I had to continue with the orders for I knew that so much as a back talk or a whine, he would spread the word. So I catered to him, his every beck and call, when he said to jump I sprang up like I was on a trampoline. When he said come here, I didn't hesitate, I came at once, dropping everything. Every order I took, I answered him the same way,
"Yes Draco...Sir."
He would stare at me with his cold, dead eyes, knowing he was getting to me, knowing he was about to crack the surface of me and he kept pushing. Finally, after 3 months, I had had enough. I was sick of being humiliated, taken advantage of, damaged of my pride, I didn't know one person could do so much to me without ever really lifting a hand. I decided to speak up, finally, to say what I had to say or what had to have been said.
"Draco...I'm not doing your shit anymore. I don't care if you tell anyone now. My scars are healed and totally invisible, knows going to believe you anyway?"
The whole world washed over with silence. It's like if you dropped a pin, you still wouldn't hear it, it wouldn't be thick enough to cut through the quiet. In the middle of a totally empty hall, I uttered those words. He stopped and looked at me, without so much as an emotion on his face and without any life in his eyes. His eyes scanned me over, then, suddenly, he lifted my arm and tugged it towards him. He could see all my scars and cuts where gone, like I said.
"Hmm...I see they are. But, wait, what's this?"
Without so much as any warning he swung out a silver knife and cut my arm, deep, making it bleed instantly. I tumbled to the floor; my entire right arm was oozing with blood. I looked up at him. His eyes flickered menacingly at me, still holding his knife. The knife looked almost identical to mine, except the handle was a deep green and in gold letters on the handle, it read Malfoy. His face now showed an expression; it was now revenge. He pulled me up by my arm, scattering my blood on his hand. His skin touching my wound made it burn more and more.
"Now are you going to leave?"
He said, running the knife along the crevices of my face. The coldness of the blade made me shiver with fear. I would never let it show that I was terrified of him, not even now.
He tugged my arm tighter, squeezing it almost.
"Huh? I didn't hear you."
With every cell in my body, I tried not to let it show I was afraid and that I was on the verge of tears. I widened my eyes, just to make sure no tears fell.
"No, I will stay."
I said, almost whispering.
"What was that?"
Now he was squeezing my arm, digging more into my cut. I winced and squealed in pain.
"No, I will stay."
I said louder. He finally let go of my arm, wiping off my blood on his robes. But before he let me leave, he took me by the waist and pulled me close to him, too close.
"That's a good girl."
He said in my ear. And then, right there, where anyone could see it, he kissed me. His cold lips pressed against mine and I got the sudden urge to fight it, but at the same time, I wanted more. More of this lips, more of his touch, more or him. He finally let me go and walked in the other direction, not looking back. Little droplets of blood where on the clean, marble floor. I wiped them up quickly with my robe and walked back to the Gryffindor tower, holding my arm tightly. Why did he do this? Why did he want more of me? As I asked these questions in my head, I couldn't help but think that this was would be my most favorite scar.
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Why?
Because he knew now they he could.
He did it to spite me, to intimidate me, to ridicule me and no matter how bad it got, I would never let it show. He ordered me around like a servant, made me stay up till the middle of the night just to finish his homework, make me call him Draco Sir and have me carry his books. I was not a lap dog, I was not his little slave girl that would come to him at the snap of his oh-so-precious fingers.
But I had to keep my secret, I had to continue with the orders for I knew that so much as a back talk or a whine, he would spread the word. So I catered to him, his every beck and call, when he said to jump I sprang up like I was on a trampoline. When he said come here, I didn't hesitate, I came at once, dropping everything. Every order I took, I answered him the same way,
"Yes Draco...Sir."
He would stare at me with his cold, dead eyes, knowing he was getting to me, knowing he was about to crack the surface of me and he kept pushing. Finally, after 3 months, I had had enough. I was sick of being humiliated, taken advantage of, damaged of my pride, I didn't know one person could do so much to me without ever really lifting a hand. I decided to speak up, finally, to say what I had to say or what had to have been said.
"Draco...I'm not doing your shit anymore. I don't care if you tell anyone now. My scars are healed and totally invisible, knows going to believe you anyway?"
The whole world washed over with silence. It's like if you dropped a pin, you still wouldn't hear it, it wouldn't be thick enough to cut through the quiet. In the middle of a totally empty hall, I uttered those words. He stopped and looked at me, without so much as an emotion on his face and without any life in his eyes. His eyes scanned me over, then, suddenly, he lifted my arm and tugged it towards him. He could see all my scars and cuts where gone, like I said.
"Hmm...I see they are. But, wait, what's this?"
Without so much as any warning he swung out a silver knife and cut my arm, deep, making it bleed instantly. I tumbled to the floor; my entire right arm was oozing with blood. I looked up at him. His eyes flickered menacingly at me, still holding his knife. The knife looked almost identical to mine, except the handle was a deep green and in gold letters on the handle, it read Malfoy. His face now showed an expression; it was now revenge. He pulled me up by my arm, scattering my blood on his hand. His skin touching my wound made it burn more and more.
"Now are you going to leave?"
He said, running the knife along the crevices of my face. The coldness of the blade made me shiver with fear. I would never let it show that I was terrified of him, not even now.
He tugged my arm tighter, squeezing it almost.
"Huh? I didn't hear you."
With every cell in my body, I tried not to let it show I was afraid and that I was on the verge of tears. I widened my eyes, just to make sure no tears fell.
"No, I will stay."
I said, almost whispering.
"What was that?"
Now he was squeezing my arm, digging more into my cut. I winced and squealed in pain.
"No, I will stay."
I said louder. He finally let go of my arm, wiping off my blood on his robes. But before he let me leave, he took me by the waist and pulled me close to him, too close.
"That's a good girl."
He said in my ear. And then, right there, where anyone could see it, he kissed me. His cold lips pressed against mine and I got the sudden urge to fight it, but at the same time, I wanted more. More of this lips, more of his touch, more or him. He finally let me go and walked in the other direction, not looking back. Little droplets of blood where on the clean, marble floor. I wiped them up quickly with my robe and walked back to the Gryffindor tower, holding my arm tightly. Why did he do this? Why did he want more of me? As I asked these questions in my head, I couldn't help but think that this was would be my most favorite scar.
YAY! One of the best chaps I have written. Please review, I wanna know what yall think! Tanks.