Two of a Kind
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters therein. We do, however, own Persiopeia Black and all other original characters created for this story.
Chapter 7: How Do You Fix Something So Broken?
Pia's pov
I walked back to my room on cloud nine. I was in love with Draco. He was in love with me. I had given him everything. All of me. I was exhausted, though, and I had to hurry back so I could at least get a small nap in.
Because of my good mood, however, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings as I should have. Zabini was waiting for me outside my room when I arrived. He saw me before I could turn and run the other way.
"Where have you been, my beloved?" he snarled through gritted teeth. He stood and I knew what was coming. He reached for me and I dodged him in a maneuver I would never have tried before. Draco had given me some confidence, obviously. I reached my door handle and started to turn it.
CRACK!
Zabini struck the back of my head and everything went dark.
Draco's pov
After Pia left, there was no way I could sleep. I snuggled into the pillow her head had rested on and breathed deep, savoring the smell of her, me and us all mixed together. I half-dozed, daydreaming of her and a life with her.
I have honestly never felt like this before, nor have I ever wanted to. I'm in love, and she loves me back.
All we have to do is juggle the betrothals. I get Pia, and Pansy gets Zabini.
No problem, right?
At about six I rolled out of bed to get dressed and showered. I finished up quickly, enjoying the relaxing feeling of being exhausted in a good way and the heat of the water. I dressed carefully, wanting to look my best. I conjured up a bunch of white roses and headed for Pia's room.
The door was unlocked when I arrived. I stood outside and called in to her.
"'Pia? 'sme. Are you ready to go to breakfast? I'll handle Zabini, so let's get going," I called, but she didn't answer. I tried the door, and it swung open at a slight touch. My stomach dropped to the floor and a cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
"'Pia," I said as I cautiously entered the room. The signs of a struggle were obvious. I scanned the room and found a hastily scribbled note.
'Draco, love,' it said, 'I've had to go home for a bit. No need to follow me. I'll straighten it all out. Persy'
"That's not her note," I said to myself. I heard footsteps enter the room, and I looked up, wand out. "Pansy. What are you doing in 'Pia's room?" I accused.
"What are you doing in her room seems to be the better question. It looks like she's gone home. Better not disturb her. Besides, you haven't even visited my bed since the beginning of our engagement," Pansy pouted. "It seems that you have done more than just talk with Persiopeia however. I wouldn't do that again, if I were you. I get jealous, but Zabini gets homicidal. Wouldn't want him to decide that you seduced Persy. Or that she seduced you, for that matter."
"What do you mean, Pansy? Where is Pia?" I started to raise my voice.
"I haven't the foggiest. Didn't the note say she was going home? To see her father perhaps?"
I thought my heart was going to stop. I raced out of the room and out of Slytherin House to find Professor Snape. If Zabini had gotten Floo powder, he'd have to go to a professor, and I figured he'd go to Snape first. I reached the potions master's office just as he was locking up to go to breakfast.
"Professor, did Blaise Zabini request any Floo powder from you recently?" I gasped, trying to catch my breath.
"No, Malfoy, why?" Snape asked in irritation.
"'Pia's missing, and I think that he stole her."
"She is his fiancée. I hardly think that any rendezvous is paramount to stealing… Unless there is something you have neglected to tell me, Malfoy?" Snape asked, his eyes oddly alight. I figured that he had to be hungry. I knew that he had the information I needed, but I had to figure out how to get it out of him.
"A note was left in 'Pia's room, and I know she didn't write it!" I was losing my patience fast, and soon I would be beyond 'righteous indignation'. Snape and this situation had sent me spinning into a whole new dimension of pissed-off to which I'd never been before (AN: anybody else really like Ron White?)
"What were you doing in Ms. Black's room, Malfoy?"
"The same thing you try to do with my mother every time you visit! Now, how do I find those two!"
Snape was peeved, to say the least. He gave me a nasty look, and I figured I had finally gone too far. His eyes clouded for a moment, and when they cleared, he reached his hand out to me. "Let me see the note. How did you—Oh. Ms. Black would never sign anything 'Persy'. I see why you are upset. Unfortunately, I did not give Zabini any Floo Powder. I highly doubt that any teacher would have…"
"But?" I supplied, trying to figure out where his line of reasoning would have led him.
"Peeves. He hated Sirius. He hates Persiopeia. He loves the Zabini line, and he could easily obtain the Floo powder from any cabinet. He also knows more about the school grounds than most of the other ghosts. I think that it is time to summon the Bloody Baron, and try to get some answers from him," Snape suggested.
I sat. Not on a chair, I didn't gingerly lower myself to the ground. I just sat. I'd gotten taller the last four years, and all 5'10" of me hit the ground, landing on my ass. I stared at Snape. "Do you think that Peeves would tell him, and that he in turn would pass the information on to us, especially me? He always preferred Zabini to me."
"Honestly? No, Draco. The note mentions her family home. I think that you should head for Black Manor. I will speak with the Headmaster, and get you covered. Now go."
"Professor, why are you helping me? You've always treated me well, but why this—"
"I don't need to explain myself to you, Malfoy! Now get out before I owl Titus and let him know what's happened! Has it even occurred to you that if Zabini didn't drag her home, he could blame you for her disappearance? He'll contact your parents, the Parkinsons—what were you two thinking!" Snape cried out, and I thought that he was going to lose it and curse me, or worse, cry.
I wasn't about to stay and find out, so I left for my room. I grabbed what I could out of my in-room cooler and shoved it into an Expando-Bag I had confiscated from a Gryffindor second year. The Weasley twins did come up with some useful things, I have to credit that. I grabbed my broom and kicked off out of my window.
Pia's pov
I woke up feeling groggy. Had I overslept? 'Oh shit,' I thought, if Pansy comes in to wake Draco, we'll be found out.' I opened my eyes to look around, and I realized that my thoughts were just wishful thinking.
I had been on my way back to my own room, about to get off scot-free; but I had been careless, and Zabini had caught me.
I'd been kidnapped!
The bloody bastard. He kidnapped me. I'm sitting in a dark room, like something out of a muggle horror movie. I could see light under the door and just barely through a dirty, grimy window. I strained to hear something, anything that would give me an idea about where I was. Footsteps told me that Zabini had not just left me to rot. He was coming back.
"Ah, Persy, I see you've come around. So nice of you to join us," Zabini said in a sickly sweet voice.
"Us? Who's 'us', you prick? I only see you," I taunted. I figured if he was going to kill me or beat me, might as well earn it, right?
He snapped the light on, instead of using his wand. I was blinded at first, but when I opened my eyes I could see through the tears that he was not alone. Pansy Parkinson was busy with her hands down his pants while Crabbe and Goyle leered first at her, then at me. I was utterly alone, and I began to fear what exactly was going to happen to me.
"You see, Persy, I tire easily, when it comes to mouthy little bitches like you. I have to break you, and soon, before I kill you by accident. All the times I hit you, called you names… All of that was in an effort to spare you what unfortunately has to happen now, and to spare your life. I know of no other way to break you, now, so I enlisted the help of some of our closest friends to make it easier for you," he spat the words at me, then groaned as Pansy replaced her hands with her mouth. I stared at the sight in front of me.
"You're joking, right?" I laughed. These four were the most bumbling, pathetic would-be kidnappers I could think of. And he thinks that rape will break me? I'll bite his ears off, if I have to.
Zabini came, and he pushed Pansy away afterward. Crabbe and Goyle grabbed her and they left the room I was stuck in. Zabini zipped his pants up and walked over to sit next to me. He had cum on his hand, and he reached up to stroke my face. I thought I'd vomit. I gagged, and he shoved his nasty fingers into my mouth, then hit my throat. I swallowed the vile gunk and then I did vomit.
"Oh, did you want more, Persy?" CRACK! He hit me again, then he was on me, pulling my flimsy robe off. I hadn't made it back to my room to get clothes or even underclothes on, so he had no other barrier to get through. I tried to clamp my legs together to trap his hands away from me.
CRACK!
I got it again, and he also hit my back, causing me to arch and my legs to splay. He grabbed my thighs and forced them apart, and shoved his face between my legs. I screamed, but he just lifted his face and laughed.
"No one who would help you can hear you, Persy. Not here, not when they expect strange, loud noises to come from here," he laughed maliciously as he dove back, licking and biting.
"No one would expect… We're near a town? Where are we!" I screeched, still trying to get him away from my nether region, praying to someone, anyone that Draco would save me. I looked more closely at the window, which was easier to see out of with the light on in the room. I recognized the trees outside, but I couldn't place them. "The Shrieking Shack! That's where we are! Get off of me, and I won't tell, but if you rape me, Draco will kill you, for sure," I pleaded with Blaise. To tell the truth, I didn't know how Draco would react, if he'd kill Zabini, or just ignore me. I was afraid, and Zabini took advantage of my preoccupation.
I shuddered as his finger entered me. Almost as soon as that finger invaded, I felt a sharp crack to the back of my head.
"You fucking whore! You gave it up to him, and you were engaged to me! No wonder your father was so eager to get you married off. You're more trouble than you're worth. Perhaps after I've had my fun, I will still kill you. I guess it doesn't matter what I do now. Draco's had his fun, now I'll have mine," Zabini reared back and tore his own pants off.
He leaned all of his weight on me and pushed me into the ground on my back. He pried my legs apart, and I turned my head as he moved to rape me.
Draco's pov
I don't know where I thought I was going to go. After I kicked out of my window, I turned to head to Black Manor. I was almost out of the school grounds when I saw Potter and his group of friends. I was flying low, and I saw that he had a piece of paper in his hands, and he was tapping it with his wand. I landed softly a few feet behind the group and I heard him mutter something.
"Mischief managed," Potter said, and he moved to put the paper away. He slipped his arm around the Weasley girl, and the Weasel King slipped his around Hermione. I was utterly jealous, seeing them with their girls while mine was missing. They weren't even supposed to be where they were, not at that time of the morning. That was enough for me.
I stepped out from my hiding place. "Potter, whatever that map was, give it over now. I'm in no mood today, and I don't care that your precious Gryffindor prefects have let you get away with whatever you're doing. Give that paper to me, and get back inside," I was in full voice, and I couldn't control the rage seeping through my voice.
Potter smirked at Weasley, then slipped his hand into his pocket and grabbed the paper I sought. I knew that he thought he had outfoxed me, but he didn't know that I had heard him mutter a spell.
"Out with it, Potter. how do I make this work?"
"I have no idea what you mean, Malfoy. If you think that there is a secret, why don't you try it," Potter smiled innocently, wrapping himself tighter around Ginny.
I tapped the paper with my wand and repeated what I'd heard Potter say. The paper showed me a few lines that insulted my House, my family name, and said something about sleeping with snakes.
"'Pia is not a snake!" I yelled. I overreacted to the paper's jibes, and the four were all taken aback, obviously. Hermione looked me in the eye and spoke first.
"I figured as much. To work this map, say : I solemnly swear I am up to no good. It is a map of the grounds and surrounds," she said, giving me a sympathetic smile Ron glared at her, Harry groaned, and Ginny gave me a dirty look.
"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," I said, tapping the paper. Suddenly, a map of the school appeared. All the professors were marked with a dot and their names, as were the prefects, head boy and girls, and most people a student would be worried about running into. I looked up at Hermione. "How would this be usef—Is that the Shrieking Shack just outside Hogsmeade!" I was astonished by the depth of the map. I looked more closely at the map, and I saw five dots in the Shrieking Shack: Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy… of course, they were sneaking off for a bit of fun. I pulled the map to about a centimeter from my eyes and read the last two names: Zabini and "'Pia! He's got her at the Shrieking Shack!"
"What do you mean?" Ron finally spoke, his eyes brightening as he caught on. "Who has Persiopeia?"
"Zabini. He kidnapped her. How do I get there without being detected before Snape covers for me?" I said the last more to myself than to them. I saw that the map had heard me: it was starting to reveal what looked like a den of tunnels that led in and out of the school. I pointed to one and started looking for the entrance.
Ginny interrupted my search. "No that one, Draco. It is a dead end, put there by the Marauders to mess with people who would try to use the map for bad reasons. Stay away from the one near the Whomping Willow, too. Even if you could get in, the spiders like to hang out there, and it is really long, and out of the way."
"Well, how else am I to get to 'Pia? McGonagall may already be looking for me, Snape is acting awfully strange, and now I've been delayed by you lot when I could have been figuring out how to save her!" I cried. I was desperate, and they were the only ones who could help me. However, they were wasting precious time discussing instead of acting.
"We know the way. We'll take you there ourselves," Ron said quietly. I just looked at him. We all did, actually. None of us expected it. Hermione looked from him to me and back again.
"Oh, Ron," she whispered, and she clung close to him.
"Why the hell are you helping me?" I yelled. I was furious at the time we were all wasting, and to top it off, Hermione was snuggling into Ron, and my own love was kidnapped and was probably being tortured at that moment.
Ginny spoke first, "We just want to help you help Persiopeia. You love her, and you've changed, obviously, since we've known you and since she's 'gotten to you'. Besides, we can help, and it looks like you need it."
She's right, and I know it. I nodded and she led me to a large rock by the school fence. The other three followed. I was scowling. I hadn't gotten the best look at the map, but I knew that I hadn't seen the tunnel she was leading me to. When we arrived at the rock, she motioned to Harry to come closer. He sighed and did as she beckoned.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"Harry is the only one this particular passage works for; when the Marauders mapped these tunnels, each one had a tunnel only he could open. When Prongs, James Potter, that is, died, his spell was passed to Sirius for safe-keeping, until Harry came of age. The other three members of the Marauders have their own spells; Wormtail's has been passed on and changed for Ron, Hermione and me, and Padfoot's is held for Persiopeia. I'm sure that Moony would let you use his if you ever have need of it," Ginny said as Harry incanted in a low voice, opening the passage.
"Who are the other three Marauders? Where do the other passages go?" I was curious as we entered the passage, and I needed something to get my mind off of what I might have to do when we finally found Pia and Zabini and the rest of them.
"My father's Prongs, as Ginny has already spilt the beans. Moony is Lupin, Sirius is Padfoot, and Peter Pettigrew was Wormtail. Not much else to say about that. Let's go, before anything else happens, or before Hermione starts spilling her guts, too," Harry said as he led us down the dark passage. Using our wands, we each lit our own way. It took us at least a half an hour to reach our destination.
Pia's pov
I shut my eyes tight and waited for the pain and the hurt to come. When it didn't, I looked up and found Zabini feverishly handling his limp member. My sense of humor kicked in, and I started to giggle at his predicament.
CRACK!
"What the hell was that for?" I screamed. "It's not my bloody fault you can't get it up and keep it up. No wonder you were able to get people to believe that Draco got Pansy pregnant."
CRACK!
"I don't give a damn! I'll get you one way or another. Crabbe and Goyle are out there, and if I can't do it myself, I'll turn you over to them and watch while Pansy—" he stopped short.
"Oh, so it works for Pansy and not for me, is that it? Sorry, but I'm not offended. Why don't you go find her and free me, and I won't mention this to anyone," I suggested, and I was starting to get an idea of the reason behind his impotence. "But you can always get it up for Pansy? And keep it up and finish the deed?" I smirked. She had duped him but good.
"You bloody bitch! It's all your fault! Crabbe, Goyle! Get in here! We'll all have some fun with her!" Zabini called out, as he cast a spell on his limp equipment in an effort to be able to use it.
CRACK!
"For good measure, to ensure your good behavior," Zabini snarled. He gave me an evil smile as we heard multiple sets of footsteps outside the door.
I swallowed and knew my luck had run out. Zabini doused the lights till one remained, then removed the locking charm on the door. I peered at it as it started to move, then turned my head.
Draco's pov
We ignored the sounds of Pansy screwing Crabbe and Goyle and headed down the hall to the room that, according to the map, Pia was being held in by Zabini. I raced down the hall, and I heard a charm being removed. I kicked the door in and reached out to grab Zabini.
"'Pia! Are you alright?" I yelled to her as I advanced on Zabini, whose flaccid penis was hanging out of his pants. I thought he'd already touched her, and I leaped on him, pummeling him with my fists.
Pansy and the other two must have finally noticed what was going on, because they rushed the room. Ron and Harry squared off against Crabbe and Goyle, and Ginny shot Pansy with a stronger-than-usual bat-bogey that sent her flying to the ground. Hermione was busy helping Pia get untied and putting a cloak around her shoulders. After finishing with Pansy, Ginny joined Hermione and the two set to talking to Pia and healing her superficial wounds.
Ron and Harry were dueling with Crabbe and Goyle, but once again I found myself physically beating the hell out of Zabini. It was just so much more satisfying, considering what he did to my Pia. Harry and Ron fixed the other two boys and pulled me off Zabini, who at that point was bleeding and unconscious. I got off of him and walked over to Pia, and I know my eyes were fierce. She pulled away from me, towards the shelter of Hermione and Ginny's arms.
"'Pia!" I croaked. I wanted to hold her, and when she pulled away I fell to my knees. I put my head in her lap, and I felt her arms encircle me. I cried as she cried; when I stopped, I stood up and regarded Potter and his group. "You may leave us," I said in my coldest, most authoritative voice. Pia flinched.
Ron looked to Harry, then to Hermione, "Come on, let's leave them be. We need to bind this lot, and it would be better if we dragged them into the main room to do that." Hermione and Ginny stood, disentangling Pia from their arms, and each girl kissed her on the cheek. Those four left the room, and then there were two.
Pia's pov
The look in Draco's eyes frightened me. He was scared, and scary, and yet I knew that he still desired me. Even though Zabini had not succeeded, it still made me uneasy. Then the girls and Ron and Harry left, and we were alone.
"Draco," I began.
"'Pia, my 'Pia, I'll never let you out of my sight again, if that will keep you safe. I'll be with you everywhere, just don't leave me, don't keep yourself from me. We'll fix everything, I promise it, and this time, we won't fuck up. Let's get you back to the school, and get you checked out. Then, we can deal with Zabini and that lot," he said, kneeling down in front of me.
I held my breath, waiting fro him to say those last few words, the ones I wanted to hear from him and him alone. "I love you, Draco."
"And you know that I love you more than anything else in this world, my 'Pia. I think that we need to deal with the situation at hand. Leave the rest of the tough stuff for later."
I could feel my face crumble. He knew what I was getting at, and he just shut me down. I recovered quickly and tried to rise. My legs wouldn't work, however, and Draco smiled at me.
"I don't care what your father or Zabini says, you are the most beautiful creature, and your curves are most delectable," he said as he leaned down and scooped me up as if I didn't weigh a thing. I snuggled close, and I could feel his body react. I stiffened. "Don't worry, my love. You don't have to do anything about that. I want you to rest."
He kissed my cheek, and he must have completely missed the fact that I was trying to kiss him. He carried me out of the room and to where the rest of the group was.
"We'll stay here with these four. Ginny's going with you to get McGonagall and Dumbledore and all them. Get 'Pia to Madam Pomfrey as soon as you get her back there. Ginny'll take you through Pettigrew's passage," Harry said as Ron and Hermione were checking on the charms cast on my would-be rapist and kidnappers. I snuggled deeper into Draco's neck and heard Ginny whisper.
Then everything faded to my dreams.
'Pia's dream
Draco was carrying me to our bed. It was a huge bed, and fluffy. When we reached the bed, he dropped me down in the middle of it. He crawled in next to me, and I nestled into him. I looked to my side of the bed, and a little girl with my eyes, but with hair the color of Draco's but curly like mine leaped on the bed.
'Mummy!' she cried, happy to see me. I instinctively opened my arms to cuddle her.
'Nofe-air! Nofe-air!' a little boy ran into the room and jumped up on the bed, hands on hips, standing up and glaring at the girl in my arms. His hair was straight like Draco's, but the same red as my own. 'My mummy, too!'
'Mine! Daddy found her and brought her back just for me!'
I started to cuddle my dream children. Draco's arms encircled all of us; I leaned in to kiss him.
And I woke up.
Draco's pov
Pia was absolutely beautiful when she slept. She breathed softly as I carried her back through the passage, following Ginny's bright red hair. Her wand was held aloft, and the light spilling from it lit both her hair and Pia's.
"Ginny, you are quite pretty. I'm surprised Harry hasn't said as much. It reminds me so much of 'Pia's. You should curl it like hers, though. You would end up with much more attention than you ever did before," I said, trying to get her to talk to me. Pia was asleep, and I needed someone to talk to.
"Trying to butter me up, are you?" Ginny said without turning to face me. I didn't expect her to like me immediately, but I was shocked by the change in her manner. She had been helpful and kind earlier, but now she was nothing of the sort. She sped up and was hard to keep up with.
"Gin, please slow down! I'm carrying 'Pia and I don't want to get lost here! Please, wait up!" I cried. Pia started to shift in my arms, and she moaned something about a Sioned or Sionell, or some name like that. Ginny stopped abruptly and turned to face me.
"Look, I helped you to help 'Pia. I hate Zabini, and I hate the rest of you Slytherins for how you look down at my family, just 'cause we're not as rich as you. You are scum, Malfoy. Don't think Ron or I will forget that."
"But, Gin," I started to say.
"And don't call me that. Ron and Harry call me that, and sometimes Hermione. But not you. Not ever you," Ginny said, her eyes flashing. "You have done nothing but make my life and my family's life hell. You've treated Harry and Hermione like dirt. Let's get 'Pia to the infirmary, and part our ways."
She turned and stalked off towards the school. I followed her with Pia in my arms. When we reached the end of the tunnel, Ginny decided to head for the headmaster while I took Pia to Madam Pomfrey.
Madam Pomfrey was treating a Ravenclaw with whiskers growing out of her neck.
"Now dear, remember, just because Professor McGonagall is an animagus doesn't mean you are. Stop trying so hard," Madam Pomfrey said as she flicked her wand and the whiskers disappeared. She heard us approach and she gasped. "Mr. Malfoy! Miss Black! What's happened to her, Draco?"
"Ginny Weasley has gone to get Dumbledore and Snape. McGonagall will be coming down here. Ginny put a sleeping charm on her. Zabini kidnapped he and we rescued her but Pansy did something to Zabini and Hermione and Ginny tried to," the words spilled out, tumbling over one another as I tried to tell her what had happened.
"Hush, Draco. Bring her over here so I can take a look at her. There'll be enough time to explain when Minerva gets here," Pomfrey said, directing me to a bed near her office.
I laid Pia down on the bed as gently as I could. As Pomfrey bustled about, I kissed Pia on her forehead and looked around. I pulled my wand out and checked to make sure that there were no people who could hurt her.
"'You're my Persiopeia. I won't let anyone hurt you, not again. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you," I said softly. Still, she wouldn't wake up. I pulled a chair up to her bedside and sat heavily, holding her hand and stroking it gently.
Madam Pomfrey came back to Pia with a tray of potions. She set it down on a table she conjured. She pressed on Pia's face, throat and neck, then gave her a foul-smelling, purple, syrupy potion. Pia coughed and gasped, but didn't wake.
Professor McGonagall arrived and came over to speak with us. Madam Pomfrey waved her off and she continued to press on Pia's back and stomach.
"Mr. Malfoy, please come with me," McGonagall said to me as she tried to lead me to Pomfrey's office to speak to me. I glared at her and refused to go too far form Pia.
"I need to be here when she wakes up, Professor. I will step to the side of the next bed, but that's as far as I'll go. What exactly do you want to know from me?"
"What led to Miss Black's disappearance?"
"To her kidnapping?"
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, her kidnapping."
"She was on her way to her room. He grabbed her and took her to the Shrieking Shack. I can't tell you everything that happened there, but when I arrived with Potter, the Weasleys and Granger, Zabini was bent over her, his pants down, and she was—" I choked, "She was… naked. He'd ripped her clothes off, and she was naked, bruised, and it looked like he had—"
"That will be enough Mr. Malfoy," McGonagall said. I trembled visibly, and started to cough. The tears came and I couldn't stop them. She held her arms out, and I just stared at her. I stood there crying, and she threw her arms around me. She was he only person other than Pia who had willingly hugged me and held me close. She walked me back to Pia's bedside. Big mistake.
My tears had quieted, but when I saw Pia lying there, looking so close to death, I lost it. I started crying hysterically.
"He raped her! He raped her! I going to kill him! I'm going to rip his balls off and shove them up his asshole! And Pansy and Crabbe and Goyle too! I going to kill them the long, slow, painful way! How could they do this to me! How could she do this to me!" I shouted. I couldn't help myself.
Apparently, I had succeeded where madam Pomfrey had not. Pia was awake!
I abruptly stopped shouting and threw myself to my knees at her bedside. "'Pia! My 'Pia, you're awake! Thank Merlin, you're awake!"
Pia put her arms around me and smiled. Then she started to cry.