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Chapter 2
"Holy fuckin' shit!" Sarai screamed as loud as she could.
She woke up, thought Draco, amused.
He came running, wearing only a pair of black pants. He was naked waist up.
"Where the hell am I?" she demanded of the boy, slyly noticing his cute body. His chest was muscled and toned very pleasingly.
Draco didn't look perturbed.
"Keep it down," he said mildly.
"Well?"
"You're at my house. You ran away. Do you remember that?"
Sarai searched her memory. She remembered only slightly, the occurrences of the day before. Oh yeah. Her damn father. Her damn drunk father.
"Yeah," she said wearily.
"You were hurt, so I…"
"… Thanks," she replied softly. Sarai felt suddenly akward. She looked down at herself. She wore the same rags, ridden with holes. Part of her bra and a large mauve colored bruise on her ribs showed through a particularly big hole in her shirt.
She got to her feet, and winced and held onto the edge of the bad as her legs failed her. Her head spun.
"You're not exactly healed," Draco told her. "I did what I could, but…" he trailed off helplessly.
"It's fine," said Sarai, "I've had worse."
"If I could borrow something to wear, though," she suggested quietly.
Draco returned maybe an hour later, with a tight pink tank top that said "bite me" on it and a pair of light jean capris.
"No way in hell am I wearing a shirt that tells people to-" was what Sarai said when she saw it.
Draco smiled wickedly.
"Any better ideas?" he asked innocently.
Sarai growled. "Fine, I'll wear it. It's fine."
"Good, because the train back to Hogwarts leaves in an hour. Do you have anything to bring?"
Sarai looked at him, subdued. "No," she said. "I left everything besides my wand, of course, which I have, at …at …at- at the place where I was."
Draco raised his eyebrow.