Damaged Little Doll

Chapter Four: Paper Flowers and Tears

Written by: Watch-Da-Rain

Disclaimer: I own Draco! That's right! What you going to do about it, huh? -pause- I'm just joking... He-he, please don't hurt me. I own nothing, I swear!

Author's Note: I don't think I mention Lucius age, but its 25 if you're wondering. I also tried to extend this chapter, but didn't. I'm sorry for those who were hoping for a longer chapter this time. I'll do my best next chapter.

Warning: There is a scene that is of a "mature theme," and if you're too young to read it, then please skip that little scene. Although in my opinion, I don't think it's too bad. :)

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During my piano recital, I was on stage and scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore.

-On Love by a little kid whose name is unknown.

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I left the party downstairs, as I went to look for my father upstairs on the second floor. Finding it empty, I continued my search to the 3rd floor and then the 4th. More concerned about looking for my father than to stare around at the decor, I wondered through the halls until I heard some sort of banging in one of the rooms nearby.

Curious as any five years old, I followed the banging noise and found a slightly opened door. As I slowly walked towards the door, there wasn't just banging I was hearing, but there were some strange noise that sounded a bit animalistic, with the moaning and groaning.

I peaked inside and felt my eyes grew wide in surprise for the explicit display before me. It was the very same man I saw when I first walked into the manor: Mr. Malfoy and he wasn't alone. He was with a woman with fire red hair and who was certainly not his wife.

I just couldn't seem to keep my eyes off their wet, slick naked bodies rubbing each other. Dancing to their own type of music.

I watched as he kept her up against the blood red wall with her legs wrapped around his waist. I saw in amazement how his shoulders and back muscles would flex every time he made some sort of movement. Thrusting forcefully, he made the walls quiver in pleasure.

Suddenly, he let the woman go with a grunt, and she fell onto her knees, looking at the man before her with desire written in her hazel eyes.

I wasn't sure if it was possible, but my eyes grew even wider when I saw her grab something from between his legs. I gasped loudly in surprised and accidentally slammed the door shut in panic.

Then just as I was about to run off, the door swung open with force and saw Mr. Malfoy staring down at me with a look to kill in his eyes. He stood there like some Greek god with just his trousers and glistening wet chest.

Frozen, I couldn't get myself to move. I was a deer caught in the headlights.

For a moment, we stared at each other. My wide, scared blue cornflower eyes and his icy blue eyes locked together. I couldn't think. I was too scared to breath. I just found myself lost in his eyes and realized his eyes were more silver than blue.

Finally snapping out from my shock, I felt him grab me by the shoulders and pushed me up against the wall, across the hall. I looked at him in fear then looked over his shoulder to find the woman behind him still in her naked glory, smirking at me. (What is wrong with these people? They must have smirked their way out of their mother's womb or something.)

Mr. Malfoy slammed me against the wall again, a bit more gently this time, trying to get me to look at him. "What were you doing little girl? Spying on me now, eh?" He grinned at me, showing off some of his pearly whites. "Do you fancy me then? Did you like what I did with Stella?"

I wanted to break down and cry right then and there. I felt ashamed, shocked, hurt and embarassed for accidentally spying on the one time lovers. All I wanted in the whole world, at that moment, was to just disappear and wait for my father to come get me so we can go home. That whole time as my body was trembling under his grasp, I thought of disappearing far away from this man. Away from everyone until it was time to go home. I just wanted to go home.

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Author's POV

Just as Malfoy was trying to shake Serena in fear with his questions, he couldn't help thinking how pretty the little girl was. How fresh she looked and how soft her skin felt under his touch, but she was just a child. He knew that. He wasn't that big of a pervert. Big - yes. A pervert - not so much.

But he knew somehow this girl would be something when she gets older. If she looked anything like her mother and father, she would be a sight to behold.

He grinned, wanting to get some sort of reaction than fear from her. "Do you fancy me then? Did you like what I did to Stella?"

He watched Serena's breathing become more rapid, as he moved in closer towards her, still staring into her eyes. Then Serena closed her eyes tightly and started to murmur something. He moved in closer, wanting to know what she was saying under her breath.

"I want to go now. I want to go now." She chanted softly to herself in hopes that when she open her eyes she would realize that it all had been a bad dream.

Lucius smirked once more, "You're not going anywhere, Miss Wyndham."

Suddenly, Serena opened her eyes and stared right through him, with her eyes glazed and found the blue in her eyes grew darker with no pupil in sight. Then with a soft shimmer of blue and white surrounding her, she disappeared. Dropping his arms in confusion, he continued to stare at the spot where he was just holding a little girl earlier, but where did she go? What just happened?

Not so sure herself, Stella moved away from the room and grabbed Lucius' arm; the little girl, already buried in the back of her mind.

"Lucius, let's not bother with her anymore. She's just a little girl. Come back to the room with me," Stella said in a husky, provocative voice.

Still confused, he took one last look at that spot where Serena disappeared before he let the woman drag him back into the room.

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Serena's POV

One minute I was pushed up against the wall and the next thing you know, I found myself in some sort of forest-like place. Looking around I notice that it must belong to the Mafoy's since the Manor was still in sight. This place did not look much like a garden, but more like an enchanted forest.

Wrapping my arms around my body to keep warm, I continued to look around. With the whole placed blanket in snow, all I could see were trees, but the trees did look very much enchanting in it self. It was so tall and strong looking. As if they have been here forever, with so many stories to tell.

Feeling scared, alone, confused and so many other emotions building up into one giant mix; I found a beautiful gazebo, which was painted in white. I sighed in relief and was glad I found myself a haven to stay in for the rest of the night or at least until my father comes to get me.

Slowly, I dragged my tired body towards the empty gazebo and noticed there was an old wooden bench inside. This bench was painted in black with silver chains attached to both arms. The fours long chains met its way towards the ceiling of the gazebo and with the help of the cold wind, this bench rocked gently in the air.

Hoping no one would mind me staying in this gazebo and hoped that my father would be able to find me later; I went in and sat down. With my knees close to my chest, and my chin resting on my knees, I bit my bottom lip hard so I wouldn't cry.

I felt dirty and rejected. I felt the slight tenderness of my shoulder and knew I would be seeing bruises the next day. I somehow knew that I would be alone and be labeled as the freak for as long as I live. I felt weak and worthless. I felt guilty for putting both my names in shame, as I saw the sneers and the mean smirks from the people I have met in the party. I felt Mr. Malfoy's eyes still drilling a hole into my head, shaking me in anger.

Were those people what my mother called, bad blood? Whatever blood they were, I hated them. I would have done anything for them to disappear from my sight. Do anything for me to just disappear. I wished to never see them again, but I somehow knew different.

Then I thought to myself, how I came to appear in such a place like this? When in one moment I was trapped in the arms of my father's friend and in the next, outside the manor in this beautiful haven away from those awful people. How could those other children not see what I saw sitting next to that boy Blaise? Is Marcus right? Am I becoming insane? Will I become like my mother, a ghost of myself looking out my window in longing of something? Waiting for that something to come for me?

I went on with my painful mumbles of nonsense of hate and unanswered questions at the cold winter night's air. Trying my best to not cry out my fears and loneliness that I have been building up inside. Deep down, past all the love I felt for my parents and anything around me, I hated them all. I hated my parents for neglecting me. I hated my mother for being so cold and uncaring; always leaving me to pick myself back up. I hated my father for never being there. I hated the children who lived close to my home, as I remembered watching them play outside with their pets or with their parents outside their yards. Hated myself for always longing for what they had, from inside the safety of my home.

I never knew how I could have been at my happiest that night to suddenly lose myself feeling the worst. From feeling loved and happy, I suddenly went down the rollercoaster feeling unwanted and cursed. I felt alone.

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Author's POV

When the clock struck 11, Draco decided he needed some fresh air. He felt the need to be away from the party and from his friends, if he could call them that. After excusing himself and trying to convince Pansy to not follow him, he was finally outside in the cold white snow.

Glad that his mother placed a warming spell on him, the four years old wobbled towards his special place. The place where all the Malfoys before him married in: the gazebo.

It was his special place whenever he felt the need to hide away from the world, especially when his father was in one of those moods where he would take his anger out on his mother. Imagine being so young, watching your mother curled up on the floor as your father use the crucio curse repeatedly or beat her with his bare hands.

Of course, being the only heir to the family fortune, his father have not touched him with his anger. Not yet, anyways. Still, he couldn't bear watching his mother in pain. Not being able to do anything, he had to get away somehow, and that was how this gazebo became his haven.

The closer he was getting towards the gazebo, the more he noticed a white figure sitting on the black bench inside. When he got close enough to see that it was the girl who Pansy kept calling a freak, he muttered annoyingly to himself, "Bloody hell, what is she doing there?"

Finally, standing in front of the steps of the gazebo and with his hands on his waist, he glared at her.

She had yet to notice him. Her head was resting on her knees, and her arms were wrapped around her legs to keep them against her chest. Her shoulder length hair, which was up in two messy buns covered parts of her face. It made her seem she was sleeping.

"What are you doing?" Draco finally snapped at her.

Serena looked up in surprise. When she noticed it was the boy from earlier, she curled up a bit more, as if she was trying to shield herself better from any lashing he might throw. "I'm sorry," she started, in a soft voice. "I hope you don't mind me staying here. I couldn't find my Papa, and I was hoping he would find me here soon."

Not really knowing how to deal with an emotional, weird girl like Serena, he shrugged. "It's nearly 11:30. Your father should be out looking for you soon."

Serena's face fell even more. It was so late in the evening and her father hasn't even come out to look for her yet. Didn't she tell him not to be long? "I didn't notice how late it was," she mumbled more to herself than to Draco.

"How long have you been sitting here?" Draco asked, trying to make some sort of conversation.

"A very long time," Serena answered, staring at him curiously.

Draco finally made a move to sit, but made sure to not sit too close to her. She was, after all, a bit too strange. "Why are you here?" Draco asked, after a long awkward silence, since his last question.

Serena didn't answer this time. Instead, she shrugged.

Noticing she didn't want to talk about it, he changed the subject.

"About earlier... Don't mind Pansy and Marcus. They're just - um, being themselves." Draco said, in what seem to be his own strange way to apologies. He wasn't the kind to say he was sorry for any reason.

"Don't worry about it." Serena mumbled again, now playing with the hem of her dress.

Another long silence floated about in the air.

Once again, Draco was the one to break it. "Want to see a trick?"

Serena finally perked up and nodded her head excitedly. She wasn't allowed to use any magic until she was responsible and old enough, but she always loved to watch others do it.

Draco shoved his hand into his pocket and took out a piece of silver paper. Folding it into four, he placed the paper close to his lips and whispered something to it. Suddenly, yet slowly, it became a pretty silver flower. Although, it wasn't exactly a real flower, it was still a pretty flower: a pretty paper flower.

Serena looked at Draco in amazement and clapped her hands with excitement. "That's brilliant!"

Draco had a smudge look on his face, as he gave the paper flower to her. "I have tons of those papers in my room. They were a gift from my mother and it's very expensive. It's enchanted to shape itself into any form you want."

She thanked him as she took the flower from him and examined it in her small little hands before she gently placed it in the pocket of her dress.

After carefully watching how happy she looked at the paper flower he gave her, he asked again, "So why are you here? Why aren't you inside the manor?"

Serena's smile disappeared and frowned. She turned to him and bit her lip. She didn't want him to see her cry, but if she held it in any longer, she was going to burst. She hesitated at first before she finally found a little courage to open her mouth and what came out of her mouth wasn't what she expected herself to say. She didn't meant to ask, but she did before she could stop herself, "Do you mind?"

Draco looked at her, a bit confused with her question. 'Mind what?' he thought to himself, but soon shrugged, still clueless about her question.

Serena took his shrug as a yes as she leaned towards him and placed her forehead onto his shoulder.

Draco looked at her in surprised and realized that this must be what she meant by 'do you mind?'

Serena didn't notice the surprised look on his face. Instead, she just looked down with her forehead resting on his shoulder, as if his shoulder was her support. At first, tears escaped the corners of her eyes. Then slowly, her face suddenly felt hot and her tears spilled from under her eyelashes like boiling water.

Feeling a sort of panic rising up his throat, Draco didn't exactly know what to do in this type of situation. So he decided to just sit there and let her use his shoulder as some sort of anchor for her tears.

Being an observer in the distant, you would see a motionless boy staring off into the distance ahead of him. A girl beside him, arms still wrapped around her knees, her forehead the only part of her touching him, crying softly on his shoulder.

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BIG QUESTION, and please vote: How do you want an older Serena?

(1) Serena will be a fragile, weak loner. Traumatized because of her past.

(2) Serena is more kick ass, stuck-up girl. Still a loner and traumatized.

(3) Serena is a fragile, stuck-up loner who is also traumatized.

(4) or what do you think?

Of course, she still has great powers because of her family blood.

REVIEW! And I will forever love you! Just a few more chapters left until the real adventures begin!

(3/31/05)