Chapter 5
Sitting on the cold hard ground as his legs could no longer support him, Draco couldn't believe that the monster smiling cruelly down at him was the same girl who had been in the pool only hours before. As Ebony stepped towards him, he began to shake, 'what if I'm gonna die?' he asked himself 'what if I'm maimed for life, my good looks ruined so that I will no longer be the Sex God of Hogwarts?' The only time Draco could remember being this scared was when he had first met Voldemort after his resurrection, he could remember looking into those cold, hard eyes, becoming ensnared by Voldemort's will and being forced to bow so low, his nose practically touched that floor. And at that moment he vowed to himself that he would never join someone who so obviously had serious psychological disorders if he has to force his soon-to-be-follower (unfortunately) to bow to him, as supposed to letting them do it themselves. But then his father had come, and stood up for him, and he had been saved…but his father wasn't here now…he was all alone…
Ebony was exhilarated, she was in complete power, and no one could stop her from ripping Draco from limb to limb except for herself. She could see him shaking, she could smell his fear. He was never going to mess with her again. She'd spent her life being messed with, at school, at home, by friends and by family. It wasn't completely his fault; he was just the last straw…
She was advancing on him now, he saw that glint in her eyes that said to him 'you're going to die…and I'm going to enjoy doing it!' Draco gulped, his eyes didn't seem to want to focus, his hands didn't want to keep still and his palms didn't want to stay dry, although his mouth had the exact opposite problem…he blamed his traitorous body for giving him away, for showing that he wasn't a cool, cold Malfoy who could handle anything, take anything in his stride…his father would be so disappointed… "Don't kill me" he whimpered, tears starting to leak out of the corners of his eyes, "I didn't hurt you did I? I wasn't that mean was I? I didn't harm you, I didn't insult you badly, I didn't molest you! Why kill me? Surely it's my father you want, he's the one who imprisoned you! The one who has so carelessly enslaved you?"
Ebony paused, was it his father she wanted? No, his father could wait. Draco had to pay. "It's not just for me that I'm doing this Draco" she said his name like it was poison in her mouth and she saw Draco flinch, "I'm doing this for everyone you ever insulted, called mud blood or worse, I'm doing this for every child you ever took candy from-"
"How did you know?" he gasped
Ebony carried on regardless, "- I'm doing this for every girl you ever used and then threw away like and empty packet and most of all, I'm doing this for Harry Potter, for the years that you spent making his, and his friends, lives hell, for insulting them and for being the bane of his life which is already more troubled than you know, and of course, I'm doing this for you Draco; so that you are spared from the redemption you will undoubtedly receive when you finally recover your conscience!"
Draco was stunned, she knew… she knew, she knew, she knew! How could she know? How? She'd met him hours before yet she already knew everything! About Potty, and Weasel-king and the Mudblood, about how he just used girls and then left them heart-broken, and she said he would get redemption…'is this the redemption?' He wondered as a strange calm fell over his body, how could he have not seen it coming? Surely if anyone knew, it was the Malfoys…but this girl, this girl had come and openly pronounced he had no conscience! His outrage began to overwhelm his fear and he stood up and took a step towards Ebony.
Was he mad? Wasn't he scared? Or is he really that stupid that he'd just walk straight towards the thing that'd about to kill him? Ebony snorted, he just made it easier for her! She propelled herself forwards, her talons slicing through the air and her claws cutting grooves into the marble. She swung a talon adorned hand at Draco and felt no remorse when it neatly slided into his side. As he doubled over, she jumped above him and felt her claws rake his back. She smiled grimly and crouched on the floor, catlike, her blood covered claws creating ridges in the marble where she landed heavily and her talons glinting in the bright sunlight, she licked them clean, enjoying the taste of the blood, the coppery, metallic tang on her tongue as she felt it slide like syrup down her throat. Hauling herself back up, she advanced on the huddled Draco, who lay, shivering, in a crimson puddle of blood, the garnet coloured liquid running in torrents from the deep wound that ran all along his side.
It was all too quick, he couldn't see her, where was she? She was right there a second ago…the blinding pain ripped through Draco's body, originating from a length of his side, he gasped and clutched at his wound, the pain disorientated him, he couldn't focus, his arms wouldn't move for him and his eyes showed a strange range of colours that hadn't been there a moment before…his lungs weren't taking in oxygen like they were meant to…his head felt as if it was about to burst and he tried to hold it but he couldn't…he wasn't real, his body wasn't there, it was just red-hot searing pain, pain was what he was…somewhere, distantly at the back of his consciousness, he felt a dull thump as his body hit the floor, he felt a remote pain, one that just added to the mass of aching that swirled around him, this one starting from his back…far-off in the back of his mind, he heard a shout, he saw a flash…but he couldn't of, because he didn't have ears and he didn't have eyes, there was only pain…
Raising her glinting, silver-like talons, she strode up to Draco and knelt beside him, gently placing her talon across his neck and through it could feel the vibrations of his heartbeat. Taking a breath and steadying her control of her powers she pressed carefully into his neck…
A cold hand grabbed her shoulder and wrenched her backwards, causing her to loose her grip on her power and her talons morphed, from talons, to wings, to claws, to fur, feathers, skin, finally resting back on her normal nails, as did her teeth and claws. Furious, she recalled her magic and spun, wings sprouting from beside her shoulder blades as she launched herself into the air, only to find a furious Lucius Malfoy gripping her leg, perfectly manicured nails digging into her flesh, she smiled, and immediately Lucius let go, clutching a bloodied hand, Ebony's leg had sprouted razor sharp quills. "Fuck you wench!" he called as she flew up to the rafters and perched there delicately, smiling at him mockingly. He crouched down to his son, and she leaned forwards, waiting for his reaction, when suddenly he whirled around with his wand pointed directly at her, "STUPEFY!" he screamed, Ebony had the faint sensation of falling as her whole world slid into darkness…
Lookit at that, my word count has picked up, AND Lucius Malfoy gets spiked, and Ebony forgets that all good little wizards use their wands...evil cackle I'm so cruel...She's SO not getting it easy...
