Disclaimer: JK Rowling is still…and forever will be…a better writer than me. All props to her.

AN: Warning: this chapter is going into some pretty dark stuff so this is where the T rating comes into place. Only problem is you can't skip it. Sorry. The price of making a Riddle fanfic. I'll try to be vague, but there's rape and murder in this chappy.

Riddle Me This
Chapter 9-

Dear Draco,

It is done. We found Helga Hufflepuff's goblet, and we destroyed it. It was not easy. I was in a coma for a week afterwards, which is why I hadn't written in so long. I hope you didn't think any less of us. I do feel a little bad about the cup. It was beautiful and such an important piece of Hogwarts history. Luckily, I was unconscious when they did it, or else I might have tried to stop them.

Ron now has a rather fitting scar on his arm. It looks like a snake actually. We tease him about it. Harry, luckily, walked away without any permanent damage. It must have been hard for him; after all, the last Horcrux he destroyed was with…well, you know. We now have three destroyed and only four to go.

We're heading to where we last heard about Regulus Black. Also, we found out Hogwarts has a new student by the name of Riddle. Stay away from her, Draco. She'll be up to no good. I hope you are well. The boys send their greetings.

Wish us luck,
Hermione

Draco crumpled up the letter then set it on fire. As he watched it burn he thought, you caused this, dumb letter. He knew that wasn't true. They had that conversation coming. Last night, he hardly slept so as soon as the sun had risen he dressed and left for breakfast where he sat now burning the letter in midair so that it wouldn't set anything else on fire.

When it was sufficiently crispy, Draco extinguished it and brushed the ashes onto the floor. Suddenly a girl dropped into his lap. After a jolt of surprise, he looked up to see that 5th year from a while back that he promised to finish something with.

"We never finished this," she said huskily, putting a hand high on his thigh and moved forward, about to kiss him. At that moment, Amara walked into the Great Hall and made eye contact with Draco. She tilted her head innocently but he could see her gold eyes blazing.

Draco pulled out of reach of the 5th year as Amara sat down nearby.

"The teachers are looking," he said dismissively. The girl giggled and stood up, rubbing the length of her body on him as she did so.

"We'll continue this in a more private area then." She walked off to join her group of giggling friends, more like brothel companions. Draco turned back to his breakfast and made eye contact with Amara. She winked at him, and then nodded her head in approval before buttering her toast.

Draco started to smile but then noticed that she didn't look so good. She looked tired and her face was pale and thin. Amara looked sick.

After breakfast and first class, Draco went to find her during his free period. After twenty minutes of looking in all of her usual spots, he cornered her in the owlery. He came in just in time to see her send an owl off with a letter clutched in its talons.

"What's the matter?" he asked, skipping the formalities. Amara turned to him with a sigh, a pained expression on her face.

"I've tried to ignore it, but the pain has gotten worse." Draco looked at her blankly. "It's destroyed," she nearly whispered. He continued to stare, trying not to give anything away.

"Helga's goblet. Pfft. Gone. I could feel it," she said, stepping closer to Draco and putting her hand over her heart. "It was like a piece of my soul was ripped away." Draco shook his head, and then took her hand and kissed it.

"No, no, no, it was his soul, not yours. Are you so connected to him that you feel his pain?" He didn't mean it literally, but when he saw the tears welling in her eyes, he knew it was the wrong thing to say.

Draco hugged her and kissed her forehead, then her cheek, and then her lips.

"It's alright." Personally, he was glad the Horcrux was destroyed, but he offered a comforting shoulder to Amara anyway. He knew it was tough for her. "What was in the letter?" he asked. Amara lifted her gaze to his face.

"I'm scared. I was asking him what was happening and what to do." Her gaze faltered and then she glared, turned around, and kicked the stone wall, causing a few owls to relocate, hooting unhappily. Draco stayed silent.

"Ugh, I'm WEAK!" she scolded herself. "I'm always asking for help, crying and overreacting, letting my emotions take control, complaining, throwing up-!" Draco interrupted her.

"You threw up?" He stepped over to her and placed his hand on her forehead. "You're sick, baby." Amara pulled away from him.

"Don't call me that! Don't you dare refer to me with such a degrading word!"

"It's not degrading! It's a term of endearment!"

"No!" she yelled, "It refers to the person as being unable to care for themselves and I can! I'm not a child, Draco, I'm not innocent, I've cast unforgivable spells, I've killed-" she stopped herself. Draco's eyes widened.

"What have you killed?" he came closer to her and took one of her hands. "Who have you killed?" They gazed steadily into each other's eyes.

"Two," she said softly, pulling his hand up to her face and began trailing kisses along his fingers and palm, causing him to shiver in pleasure. "I can still see their faces." She bit into his finger, pressing down hard enough to draw a drop of blood.

Though this doesn't seem like the right time or place for anything erotic, Amara and Draco were both upset and distraught and when that happened they looked for pleasure. Typically, Draco looked to women, and Amara went to woods or any other outdoor area. But at the moment, all they had was each other.

Amara used her free hand and drew Draco closer to her by his waist. His hand gripped her hips and pulled her to him. He pulled his other hand free of her grasp and ran it through her short hair. Amara closed the gap between their mouths.

The two fought for dominance. Their tongues pushed at each other and fought like two snakes. Their teeth lashed out like fangs in the kiss. Draco felt a sharp pain in his mouth and he returned it. When they finally pulled away from each other, breathless, their mouths were bruised. There were bite marks on Amara's bottom lip and the side of her mouth. Draco could taste blood coming from his tongue and his upper lip was throbbing in pain.

"You're a dangerous kisser," he said, gasping for breath. She licked the blood off her bottom lip.

"You've no idea how dangerous I am."

"Who were they?" Draco asked, running his hands along her toned back. Her eyes were downcast, and then she looked into his silver orbs once more and began to relay her dark memories.

"My first was when I was sixteen. My Grandfather told me the only way to perfect the Avada Kedavra was to perform it on a human being. It was a girl, a muggle, no older than thirteen. She didn't know what was going on," Amara paused; Draco could see her struggling to keep out the images.

"The second was this past summer. It was a man; he had to be in his mid-twenties. He was American, and he was very beautiful. I…" Amara looked painfully at Draco before continuing. "I raped him," she whispered. "I ran my hands over his body before I killed him. I had never seen a man before that," she took a deep breath and continued.

"He didn't know the true reason he was chained in that windowless room with only me and him. He smiled as I touched him. He told me…" She bit her lip and gave a dry sob. "He told me to do him right then and there. And I did. The control was overwhelming. I had never manipulated someone more than I did at that moment."

Amara closed her eyes and Draco watched helplessly as he knew she was seeing something she could never share with him. A tear slid down her cheek. When her eyes opened, she spoke.

"I killed him when I was done. It was my first and only time, you know. The only person I ever fucked, I killed." She laughed in a kind of sarcastic defeat. "Not exactly a happy ending."

Draco didn't know what to say. He could only stare at the beautiful, tortured girl that was so convinced she was a monster. Amara shook her head and looked back to Draco, silent as the grave, waiting for his judgment. When he continued his silence, she cracked.

"And those are just the ones I've killed."

Amara brushed past him and ran down the stairs of the tower. Draco was rooted to the spot, his mouth still half open.


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