Nora's eyes looked strongly into Draco's as if she dared him to do something about his rage. She hardly reacted at all to his hand wrapped around her neck. On the contrary, she seemed amused. Draco loathed how she didn't fear him in that moment considering all of his anger had risen to the surface. He wanted her to quake beneath his touch, wanted her to beg for him to let her go as much as he longed to beg her to do the same.
"And what do you think you're going to accomplish doing this?" Nora's own hand reached up and caressed Draco's pale cheek, to which he ignored. "Oh Draco, you never learn do you?"
"Shut up," he growled as he reached for his wand and pointed it at her face. If his hand upon her wasn't enough, perhaps this would be. Again, however, she didn't seem phased.
"You never follow through with anything," she taunted. "You don't think that anyone has found out about all of your failures? You think of yourself as more aggressive than you are. You can't complete any of your intentions. Look, you let a small woman control your every action because you can't follow through with your anger."
Her taunting drove him crazy, partially because he knew that she was right. Back at Hogwarts, Draco was faced with many opportunities in which he could prove himself, but he never had the courage. His greatest downfall came to Dumbledore – he wanted with everything that he had that he could do it. He wanted to show everyone that he was useful, that he could do what was assigned to him. Instead he hesitated, and that hesitation defined his life from then on. His mind briefly flickered to Astoria – a whole different kind of cowardice.
"Enough," he demanded as his grip tightened around her throat. Finally, her hands reached up to his in a moment of panic.
Nora gasped briefly for air. He could see that she was still trying to appear nonchalant but it was beginning to fade. A smirk came to his lips. "What's the matter, Nora? Uncomfortable?" rage flowed through him and he took a step back away from her.
Nora fell forward. "I told you, I knew - "
"Imperio!" the curse fell from Draco's lips with satisfaction.
A look of peace came over her. Without the sneer on her face, Draco could see that she was actually quite beautiful. If it weren't for her terrifying personality, she would be one of those women that could grab the attention of everyone in the room. She looked pleasantly at rest. He knew this wasn't what he wanted to achieve, but the curse had left him without a second thought. He could have used the Cruciatus Curse, but that was too easy, and admittedly he had never cast one very strong.
"Remove your shirt," he commanded.
Nora began to unbutton her lavender silk blouse one by one. It lacked the attractiveness that a woman undressing usually would. He had watched this particular scene play out many times, and every time he didn't want to. Draco had been subjected to this himself under her blackmail. Nora's body was not of a sexual nature to Draco, but rather was a tool of abuse.
Nora's shirt fell to the ground. He got her to remove all of her clothes with the exception of her bra and underwear. He got her to pull the straps of her bra to the sides of her arms provocatively. He looked at his work and felt a mixture of shame and satisfaction. He flicked his wand and allowed Nora's consciousness return to her. Immediately she looked down at her body and then back at Draco. He could see that she was somewhat uncomfortable, but then she stood upright with impeccable posture.
"Is this your version of revenge? I have to say, Malfoy, that making me do something that I'm willing to do anyway is hardly a punishment."
"No. I just wanted you to be aware for a moment of what you will look like when I send you out into the street. How far do you think you'll get in the middle of London before someone finds you irresistible? Until someone decides that you'll be their plaything?"
At last Nora's face fell. "You wouldn't dare."
"You did!" Draco yelled. "You picked me and did the same bloody thing!"
"This… this is different!" she retorted. She stepped towards him angrily, but her lack of height didn't seem that intimidating. "You wanted this! Don't lie to me and say you haven't. I healed you, I saved you!"
"And that makes me yours to do as you please?" he asked, his voice suddenly lower.
Nora remained silent for a moment. "Don't turn this around on me, Malfoy." She said his name as if it were a curse word. "I was not around you all of the time. You could have stopped this anytime."
"And what did you tell me you would do? Did you not tell me that you would tell everyone that I was your rapist?"
The word hung between them.
"You didn't really think I would do that, did you?" she had the audacity to laugh. "You can't really be that stupid. I heard rumours, but I didn't actually believe them that much."
Draco began to shake as his rage had begun to race through him even more. "I did not want you. I never did, and yet you, you - "
"Are you implying that I was your rapist? Please. Men can't be assaulted that easily."
Draco hit her. He was surprised with himself when she fell to the ground. She made him feel like an idiot and made him question everything that happened between them. He couldn't let her do that. She looked around for her wand for a moment before she realized that it wasn't currently anywhere to be found. She could have pleaded, she could have done anything, but instead she stared up at him quietly. He continued to point his wand at her, a million different things running through his mind.
"Obliviate," he said, quietly.
Draco knew that he couldn't do to her what she had done to him, but knew that she couldn't be left to go back to St. Mungo's and ruin everything for him. He helped a confused Nora into her clothes. He gave her some story that he wouldn't remember later in order to calm her, and then gave her instructions to the closest Muggle hospital.