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Unvoiced Decisions
Chapter 14: Confessions of Love, Hate, and Everything in Between
Mary could feel her head on cold stone. It was all she could feel. She tried to listen for an indication of where she might be, but there was nothing.
With slow effort, she pushed herself up and scanned the darkness. She could see little at first, but as her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she could she Draco's long frame outlined nearby.
"Draco?" She called out, inching closer to the silhouette.
Right when she was about to place her hand on his side, he pushed himself up with incredible speed and knocked her backwards.
"What was that for!" She yelled while rotating the wrist she'd fallen on.
"I didn't know you were there, don't get all huffy." He defended, dusting off his clothes. Without his robes, you could clearly see his lean body underneath his uniform. "If you didn't notice, it's a little dark in here."
"Well, if it wasn't for you and your stupid package we wouldn't even be here." She wasn't happy about their situation, and she still hadn't fully forgiven him for their poor grade.
"How was I supposed to know it was a portkey?" he asked, helping himself up.
"Oh, like you didn't know." She challenged, meeting his height.
"I had no idea whatsoever, and you had best believe that if we're going to get out of here alive."
"Alive? What, do you plan on being killed!" He raised his hand in an attempt to quiet her.
"Shh…" he warned, placing his hands on her shoulders. "Look, I don't know where we are, but I have a bad feeling about this place. I feel like I've been here before and that can't be good."
"Like I said, you got me into this mess." She whispered, removing his hands.
"When my mother sent me that portkey for whatever reason, I'm pretty sure she planned on me coming alone. You aren't meant to be here and I can tell you now that certain people take no remorse in killing stowaways. We have to work together, so don't go blaming this on me. Besides, if you hadn't barged into my quarters none of this would've happened."
"Don't turn this around and blame it all on me. If you didn't affect me so much than maybe we would have received a passing grade and I wouldn't have been so upset." She was trying so hard to keep her voice below a whisper.
"I can't help it that I'm irresistible and you're so damn emotional." he said, smirking in the shadows.
With all her strength, she resisted the urge to hex him. Instead, she said with as much conviction as she could muster, "I hate you."
Before he could retaliate with another vile remark, Draco heard footsteps approaching. He searched frantically for the portkey, but found nothing in the dim light. He cursed under his breath as two figures stood before him.
"Mother," he acknowledged, bowing his head slightly at the tall blond women.
Her hair was past her shoulders, elongating her already stretched face. Her nose was turned upward in a permanently snooty fashion, and her clothes reflected her wealthy air.
"Draco, my son," she said with a welcoming hug and kiss on the cheek.
The woman next to her scoffed at the scene of affection, "Narcissa, remember the mission. This is no time for a family reunion."
After his quick embrace with his mother, Draco turned to face the Black haired women now at his side.
"Aunt Bella," he said curtly; bowing his head again.
"Good to see you're in such good condition Draco" was the women's reply. Her face looked as though it might once have graced stunning features, but was now replaced with a crazed unsteady look. Her clothes were that of a wealthy witch, but were in slight disarray.
"I'm so glad your dear father makes sure you keep yourself active. I hope your mind is in just as fine shape. Lord Voldemort is counting on you this time. There can be no mistakes." She warned in an almost non-threatening way.
Mary gasped at the mention of the Dark Lord, and placed a hand over her mouth in order to stifle the sound. However, the small noise had been enough to draw all attention to her.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?" ask the lady who Mary guessed to be none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.
She looked first at Draco with a questioning look; then at Narcissa with a look of annoyance.
"I thought you said that the package would come in contact with no one but him!" She shrieked, while pointing at Draco with an unsteady hand.
"Well," Narcissa stammered. "I was sure he would be alone."
"But he wasn't." Bellatrix corrected with a much calmer voice. Then, much to Mary's surprise, the dark haired witch grabbed her hand affectionately and asked in a sweet voice, "My dear, what is your name?"
Draco turned his back on his mother to watch his aunt with attentive eyes.
"My name's Mary." She said unsure of where this was going.
"Mary…Hmm…what a pretty name. May I ask how you know my dear nephew?"
Mary glanced quickly Draco's way in order to receive some sort of order as to what to say, but none came.
"Well, we go to school together." She figured it was the most truthful answer.
"Ahh…I see." Black smiled, letting go of Mary's hand and patting her on the head. "How come I've never heard of you before? Narcissa, has Draco ever mentioned Mary in his letters?"
"I don't recall." Draco's mother answered thoughtfully, "I don't think he has. Have you darling?" she asked her silent son.
He cleared his throat and turned to face his mother. "No, I don't believe I have."
"That's odd don't you think?" Bellatrix asked rhetorically. "I mean, after all you must be close friends if you were together when you opened your mother's package Draco. Don't you usually wait to open those sorts of gifts when you're alone in you dorm room?" Draco opened his mouth to speak, but she continued, "At least you should if you know what's best for you. You must always exert great caution when…"
"Well, I'm an exchange student from the States; that's probably why you've never heard of me before." Mary offered as an explanation.
Bellatrix looked very vexed at being interrupted in the middle of her sentence, but her look of irritation quickly changed into another fake smile.
"My dear, my dear," she began grabbing Mary's hand again; patting it gently. "I know every pure blood family from here to Timbuktu. Please tell me. What is your surname?"
"Klein, my last name's Klein." She answered in spite of Draco's warning glare.
"I'm sorry, but I believe you were right. I've never heard of any wizarding family with that name."
"Oh, well my parents are muggles." She said without fear.
Bellatrix paused, and slowly turned to look at Narcissa with a raised eyebrow. Draco's mother herself seemed quite appalled by this discovery and clearly didn't know what to make of the situation. She need not worry however, as Bellatrix took manners into her own hands.
"Narcissa, would you kindly take Draco back to Spinner's End. I will deal with this Mudblood myself."
Narcissa nodded in obedience and grabbed her reluctant son by the arm. "Draco, come with me." His mother insisted. With one last look at the fearful Hufflepuff, Draco obeyed and followed his mother into the darkness.
Mary's eyes filled with tears as she realized that he was leaving her for dead. She was just about to run after him when Bellatrix raised her wand, "Avada-"
"NO!" Draco screamed scrambling back in an effort to stop the curse.
Even though he wasn't able to physically stop his aunt, he did cause her to stop mid-curse. She lowered her wand watching Draco with much curiosity.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill the wretched little mudblood."
Draco stood motionless before looking back at his mother as if to say I'm sorry. "Because…I…love her."
Mary eyes shot up to meet his before letting a lone tear fall. Her mouth curled up in a small smile as she mouthed the words, "I love you too."
"Narcissa!" Bellatrix snapped. "Leave."
Narsissa made a motion toward her son, but Bellatrix repeated more urgently, "I said leave!"
The now nervous woman obeyed, and disappeared with a snap of her fingers.
"You know…I was going to kill your little mudblood friend quickly and painlessly, but now I have a better idea." She smiled wickedly, and looked from Draco to Mary and back again. "Now that I see how you truly feel about each other, I think you deserve to be punished more. After all, who's the blood traitor?"
Mary looked longingly at Draco, hoping he'd make some conscious effort to escape. She tried to speak, but her mouth was suddenly stark dry.
"I think I'll make both of you suffer by torturing you first." She said, indicating Draco as her prey.
Before anyone could even take another breath, she pointed her wand maliciously at the now frightened boy screaming, "CRUCIO!"
Draco fell to the floor and in a matter of seconds he was writhing around like a fish out of water. He face was distorted from the pain and the only noises he made were small muffled grunts.
Mary fell to knees, suddenly unable to stand. She watched helplessly as the object of her affection was tortured brutally.
Bellatrix screeched uncontrollably, releasing her hold on the boy. He stopped moving and Mary was sure he was dead when she saw his eyes flutter open. Her heart leapt for joy, but it was quickly trampled upon when Bellatrix yelled again, "CRUCIO!"
As Draco continued to thrash around in pain, Mary reached into the pocket of her robes and felt her hands close around the smooth wood of her wand. She grasped it tightly as the burning sensation in her chest increased. She had never felt this angry before. All she wanted was for the pain to stop, and the cause of the pain to disappear forever. She had to time to sort her thoughts or make a rational decision. Instead, she did the only think she could think of. Pulling her wand fully out of her robes, she pointed it at Bellatrix's back and shouted in a voice that didn't resemble her own, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A jet of green light emitted from the tip of her wand, shooting through the back of the cackling witch. Mid scream she fell to the floor, dead. Unable to process what she had just done, she ran full speed toward the motionless body of the one person she needed the most.
"Draco?" she asked, eyes welling with tears. "Draco, please get up." She begged, placing a hand on his cold pale cheek. With great effort, he brought his hand up to hers, rubbing his thumb over it gently. Mary made a noise half between a laugh and a sob as she helped him into a sitting position.
She smiled as he pulled her close, and rested his head on hers. His breathing was shallow, yet ragged.
"Come on. We have to get out of here." She insisted, helping him to his feet. He draped an arm over her shoulder for support, making sure he had full balance before asking, "Where exactly do you plan on going?" his voice was low and husky, "We can't apparrate onto Hogwart's grounds. I hope you know that."
"I know." She sighed.
"Well, I suggest someplace where we can gather our thoughts before we head back to school. How about your house?"
"My house! Draco I live half way across the world. How do you expect to get there?"
He smiled placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. "You can do it. I know you can. You have to. We can't go back to my house, it's to dangerous. Your house is the only place we'll be safe for awhile. While we're there we can owl Dumbledore and tell him of our situation."
She sighed again, unsure of what to do. "Ok, if you say so, but if we end up in a million pieces scattered all over the Atlantic Ocean don't come crying to me."
He laughed even though it took quite a bit of effort to do so. "Look at me." He said, attempting to face her.
She helped him adjust himself so that they were now face to face.
"I meant what I said earlier about me loving you, and I'm not lying when I say you're the only person I've ever felt this way for."
She smiled and buried her head in his chest, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. She knew he was telling the truth, but she didn't feel like she deserved his affection. He was perfect in her eyes.
He positioned a hand under her chin, placing a soft kiss on her trembling lips. "I believe in you." He whispered against her cheek, as he traced butterfly kisses down to her neck.
"Hold on." She whispered back, grabbing him around the waist. "It's a long trip."
She raised her right hand, making sure she had a good hold of him with her left. When she was sure she was ready, she concentrated with all her strength and…
SNAP
They were gone…
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LiLjDpEgAsUsChIc160: Well, this is my second to last chapter, so I'm excited about that. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and hopefully find time to review...