Chapter 10

Ebony was sat on her bed, drawing. After hugging Draco for nearly an hour and soothing him as she listened to the horrific stories from his childhood, how Voldemort had used him as a toy for his own sick sexual amusement and how Lucius was proud to have a son who Voldemort was so fond of, how Lucius and Voldemort had a liaison going on behind Narcissa's back, which Draco had discovered when he went looking for his father in the summer holiday of his fifth year…

"It was scary" he shuddered, curled up on Ebony's bed while she caressed his soft blonde locks, "I walked to father's study and knocked on the door…there was no answer yet I could hear movement behind the door…so I opened the door a crack and saw Voldemort had father pushed up against the wall, face forced into the wallpaper, I had almost got my wand out when I realised they both had their trousers off…And father was…enjoying it!" he stopped, looking disgusted. "Shh, its okay Draco, I know it must be hard for you…" Ebony had whispered, stroking his face with her other hand, and so, Draco had continued, spilling his life to her for reasons beyond his own knowledge, he just felt so at piece around this girl, that he felt he could tell her everything, everything, that is, except how he was beginning to feel about her, for how could he tell this wonderful and extraordinary girl that he was falling for her?

And so, Ebony was sat, on her bed, when not an hour before Draco had been curled up, weeping quietly. When he had left, Ebony had immediately gone to the indent on her bed, feeling the warm place where Draco's body had been, and curled herself up like a cat, revelling in the warmth left by the young man. She had been lucky to discover a pad of plain paper and a blunt pencil in one of the drawers in the desk she had discovered in the corner of the room next to the door to the en suite bathroom (she hardly thought of this as slavery, more like a holiday she spent stuck in her room), which she had sharpened with her teeth, elongated as they had to beaver-like proportions, and so now curled in her foetal position in Draco's spot on the bed, she drew, letting her emotions flow out down through her hand and out onto the clear white paper and as her hand flew across the page she sang to herself quietly,

"Get my television fix,

Sitting on my crucifix,

My living room,

Or my private womb,

While the mums and brads are away,

To fall in love and fall in debt,

To alcohol and cigarettes,

And Marie Jane to keep me insane,

Doing someone else's cocaine,

And there's nothing wrong with me,

This is how I'm supposed to be,

In a land of make believe that don't believe in me…"

And as she faded away, a voice whispered in her ear, "You have a very beautiful voice you know…" Ebony started and her pencil went flying across the paper, a jagged line that ran straight through the deep black jaguar and the silver wolf with intense blue eyes appeared on the paper and she looked down in dismay. The voice continued;

"Dearly beloved, are you listening?

I can't remember a word that you saying

Am we demented or am I disturbed?

The space that's in-between insane and insecure"

And Ebony's soft voice joined with that of Draco's as they sang together, both oblivious to the world around them…

"Ooh, oooooooooh, ooh,

Oh therapy can you please the void?

Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?

Nobody's perfect and I stand accused,

For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse!

To live, and not to breathe,

Is to die in tragedy,

To run, to run away,

To find what you believe,

And I leave behind this hurricane of fcuking lies,

I've lost my prejudice,

This town,

That don't exist,

So I run,

I run way,

To the light of masochist,

And I leave behind,

This hurricane of fcuking lies,

And I've walked this line,

A million and one fcuking times,

But not this time,

I don't feel any shame,

I won't apologise,

When there aint nowhere you can go,

Running away from pain when you've been victimised,

Just from another broken home…

You're leaving,

You're leaving,

You're leaving,

Are you leaving home?"

Grinning, Ebony turned to Draco, who had the strangest look in his eyes, "I didn't know you knew about Greenday, that's muggle music!" she gasped happily, and Draco nodded, his eyes locked in hers, he was mesmerised by the swirling depths of deep, dark umber that seemed to meld effortlessly into the darkest velvet black. Little did he realise that a similar sensation was happening to Ebony, dragged as she was into the bright silver of his eyes where the lightest of greys mixed with aquamarine and sapphire in a mix of colours so beautiful Ebony found it hard to breathe.

Draco leant forwards, so close to Ebony that he could feel her warm breath caress his cheeks and he could smell the captivating scent of jojoba and almonds, a scent that made his mouth water and he couldn't restrain himself any longer. He lunged forwards, capturing her mouth in his, tasting the remnants of her mango and peach lip balm on her soft lips as he licked her bottom lip, pleading for entrance. Ebony complied to his plea, how could she not, as caught up in the most passionate moment she had ever experienced, and as she was kissed by a boy who made her pulse race and her animal tendencies scream to ravish him, her eyes glazed, blood red and slit-like, she hissed and Draco froze, a startled look on his face as he slid to the floor beside her, unresponding and cold.

Darkness, not the comforting darkness of night time nor the enveloping darkness of a place kept hidden, no, a chilling darkness, that made her hair stand on end and almost made her lose her control, the control that stopped herself from changing, forming, into something, anything, that could make this darkness go away. Trapped in this darkness, a window appeared in front of Ebony and she saw through this pane of illusion as her body hissed, her eyes changed colour…and through this pane of illusion she saw Draco slide to the floor, limp and lifeless…and then she screamed, a scream of pure heart broken grief…while through the pane of illusion she fell, back to her body, and through her body, her scream continued, as the manor came alive…


Crumbs, that was a bloody awful chapter wasn't it? Half the word count was due to the longest Green Day song I could find, and man, that beginning...shakes head appalling...But heck, surely it picked up in the last few paragraphs, right?