WARNING: depressing(goth) and explicit chapter. Please consider these facts b4 reading. Thank You

Dinner that night was almost silent. My parents had gone out for the week and I was not grateful for that. I didn't know what to think anymore. Who was he, Viktor or my beloved Smits? My world was upside down. I didn't know him anymore. "Who was he Tailia?" he asked me. I stared at my plate. "I'm waiting here!"

"A friend" I replied

"That kiss didn't look too 'friendly' to me. WHO ZE 'ELL VAS HE TAIL-EE-A"

"What's wrong with your voice Smits? If that's your real name…."

"WHO ZE 'ELL DO YOU ZINK YOU ARE? YOU BELONG TO MEE! MEE! NOT ZAT TWIT! No who vas he?"

"Um, he was my friend, Viktor Krum."

"Impossible he look nozing like me- or um vell…. him. I know him and he isn't a thin blonde freak! 'E looks, vell, like mee."

"Draco is not a thin freak. Oh…I didn't just say that." I had just given him away. Us away. But who was this man whom moments before was eating silently without a single word. Who was he? Who is this 'Viktor Krum' person? "Who are you? I know you are not Smits but really, who are you? You can't fool me anymore. Draco gave me this veritaserum stuff, it makes you tell the truth "

"I think I vuld know vat zis veritaserum is…"

"But how?"

"I am Viktor Krum. I did not leave for the military. I left to play quidditch and I wound up being a world famous seeker, I couldn't tell you. You would tell your friends, then the whole world would know of ze existence of ze magecle worlds existence and it vould be mi fult. My Bulgarian accent goes on and off and it is very hard to tell vere I is from. I haff to use a spell, it is vewy eefeective, though"

He had lied to me about everything. "Why"

"Why what"

"Why did you lie to me all these years?" I jumped from my seat and began to yell. "Where did you go? Who are you? These have been running through my mind ever since this afternoon. I feel like it's me against the world here! I'm not as close to anyone as I am to you. I love you."

"I can't say that I feel the same feelings for you. I went to school and quidditch. My full name is Viktor Vladimir Krum. I lied to keep you safe I on-"

"You didn't protect me" I yelled stomping toward him. "I went into a freaking depression" I yelled reaching my hand out to grip his rough neck.

"CRUCIO" he pointed his wand at me. My bones were flaming and I couldn't move, if I did I would most likely go into a coma, or curl up and die. My blood was boiling. The magma in my veins was pulsing faster and faster. I fell writhing to the ground and screamed while whimpering. "Oh fu-" he said "I am so sorry. My god I loose my temper easily, that's no excuse." He apperated away, leaving me writhing on the floor. It stopped within minutes, which felt like hours, and I was whimpering on the dining room floor. It must have been illegal or something, what he did to me. I used what strength I had left to go to my room. I staggered down the hall like a drunk, well looking like one anyway, until I reached the room. My desk was close to the door. I ran to it and rummaged through my drawers until I reached a pencil. I sharpened it. It was as sharp as our carving knife. Have you ever felt like you wanted to curl up and die? No. let me tell you now to save the thinking time. NO you have not. I have. I raised the pencil as high as I dared. I let one sob escape before I gave this one last thought. With tears in my eyes I raised the pencil up farther than my head. I closed my eyes and plunged the pencil down. I looked. It smashed right next to my wrist. I sharpened it again and raised it even further back. Once more with tears in my eyes, I let my hand go down.

Some thing gripped my wrist before I could plunge the pencil at all. It took the pencil from my hand and caressed my now shacking hand. I turned around to see a pair of beautiful gray-blue eyes returning the gaze. No words were said for that few minutes. We just stared knowing what each other were thinking. I grasped his other hand from his pocket and began holding it with nothing but love for him. My life was so empty. "Now we wouldn't want to die so soon, now would we my dear?" I saw his face was as much in fear as mine was. I must admit, I almost did something stupid, something gothic. I looked into his face with pure love burning in my eyes. His face so clean and blemish free, and tears running down my pitiful raw cheeks. I stood up and gave him the most melancholy smile I could give. I pulled him into a kiss. I felt his tongue beckon for entrance into my mouth. I went into his and explored his mouth while he explored the hidden wonders of mine. There we stood for minutes at a time. Kissing. We fit perfectly together, missing puzzle pieces finally brought together to complete the puzzle of love. He broke the kiss while I fell at him trying to push him into another one. "Stop. I don't want you addicted now. I heard what that bast- man did to you. And, I found out why these things are happening to you. You are the lost witch you are the one who was forgotten, I don't really love you, I am under a spell, and you my dear are the caster. Although, I am now, before I wasn't, but its odd how I do now, isn't it? Well I love you now, and I want to tell you that that locket has saved our world. But I bring bad news as well, the death eaters know a muggle was at the Malfoy Manor and have set detectors even I cant disable, so, you must be careful when we get there, they know where you live an dare coming after you. Now as for that moment of agony placed upon you by the horrible Viktor Krum, it was a crucio spell and I imagine it felt like your bones were on a hot skillet and your blood was magma?"

"How would you know Dr-Draco?"

"I just do, you never mind. Now off to the Malfoy Manor." We apperated there and he gave me a hidden room. It was more like a mini house, but it was my ROOM. It was branched off his room in a secret wing.

I kno I kno, gothic chap, well this is drama, right? R&R please, gimme some nice comments, and no more goth-fic, and less snogging, ok?