Disclaimer: I don't own anything, though I wish I did. The Characters, Location, and everything belong to JK Rowling.
Author's Note: This is not compliant with HBP. I love the book, but it makes a pre-started story hard to continue. I also happen to know that Blaise is boy, but when I started to write this story like three years ago, I was under the misconception that Blaise was a female.
The Trouble With Draco Malfoy
Chapter Seven: The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia
Oh, god, I am in for it this time. Draco sounds, I don't know, cold. What should I do, tell him what I am feeling, or what? No, that wouldn't be good, he would think that I am a sentimental fool. I hate him. No, he hasn't done anything unjustified; I hate me.
I decided that honesty was best in this case. "Draco, I was really tired. I didn't mean to fall asleep, honest. I am just, I don't know, tired and upset and, in trouble. I am sorry. Please, have mercy on me this time. I don't want you to be mad at me. It was an accident, that is all, a mistake." God, I can't believe I am humbling myself like this.
"Well, my little accident prone ninny, I must cure you. And by god, I shall. I will not have you embarrassing me. Tired or not you have to deal with things. That is your job; that is your role in society."
"Please, I am sorry. I won't do it again, I promise."
"You're right, you won't ever do it again, and I am just going to punish you to make sure that you don't forget it. That you don't want to be in this position again. Now, what can I do to rectify this mistake of yours? I think that I shall have to forbid you from doing something. Let's see, shall we. I forbid you to write home to your parents for a week. That will teach you, my love."
"No, Draco, please. Anything, absolutely anything but that. I only have a month more with them. Please, don't take that away from me."
"To bad, my love. I don't even want to mention the consequences if you should disobey me this time. It is an order, Mollie, my love, an order that if you don't obey, so help me, you will hate me for the rest of you life."
"Please. Don't do this. I don't want to disobey you, but I must write my parents. Don't order me to not write them." I could feel the tears. I hated them so much.
"It is an order, my love, an order you will obey."
I couldn't stand it any more. I got up abruptly and shouted, "I hate you, Draco Malfoy. You can rot in hell." And ran out of the room, tears streaming down my face.
I ran and ran until I got to Becca and Mandi's room. "Becca, Mandi, help me." I called out to them, tears streaming down my face.
"What in the hell has he done to you this time. God, I am going to kill the bastard, Mollie. I won't let you stop me this time."
Just then, Millicent poked out her ugly head to see what all the commotion was about, and upon seeing me, standing there, crying, she said, "Pull yourself together, Mollie. Slytherin's don't cry."
Becca got really angry then. "Don't you dare tell her what to do. You have no idea what she has been through. Don't go poking you ugly wanna be Slytherin face into other peoples business. You have no idea at all, so get the fuck away from me before I kill you."
Millicent was scared, so scared that she went back under her covers. So scared that she didn't even bother eavesdropping, for fear of being caught. For fear of what Becca would do to her if she was caught.
Becca, Mandi, and I sat down, as far away from Blaise as was possible. "What did he do to you, Mollie?" Mandi asked me.
I told them what had happened. I told them about the punishment.
"Well all there is for you to do about it is to write a letter home to your parents." Becca said as though that was the only logical thing to do.
"No, I fear what will happen if Draco catches me. He will put me under twenty-four hour surveillance with Crabbe and Goyle watching me. Never. He will forbid me to write to them again and to attend the funeral. No, I can't write. I can't risk his wrath."
Mandi spoke up then, "What will you do then, Mollie? What are you going to do? Live in fear of what he will do to you for the rest of your life? That is no way to live."
"That is the only way I can live. There is nothing else I can do. No alternative."
"Well, here is what I think that you should do…"
I didn't think Becca's plan was a good one, but it might work. But if it didn't, life would be hell. What am I saying, life is a bitch. But then again, "for everything time takes away from us, we shall receive something of equal value." I just hope that what I get back in value is good, not bad.