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 8: To Fix the Wrongs Done.

Pia's pov

"How could she do this to me?" Draco's voice was the first thing I heard when I woke up.

I wanted to scream that I hadn't done anything, that Zabini had failed, that he hadn't raped me. But I couldn't. I just held my arms out to Draco, trying to comfort him, and I think that on some level I knew that he wasn't actually angry with me. But he did blame me. And I blamed myself.

I shouldn't have let Ginny and Hermione help me and comfort me. I shouldn't have let Ginny charm me to sleep. I should have stayed with my wits about me and helped Draco through that crap. But I didn't, and now I've got to help him fix everything.

I didn't know how to fix anything at that point, and the pity of McGonagall and Pomfrey, mixed with Draco's misery pushed me over the edge.

I cried.

Draco's pov

I don't know how to comfort someone who's been raped. I don't even know how to comfort myself properly. When Pia cried, I cried too. Professor McGonagall tried to comfort me, but my dignity told me I had to pull away from that. I unwrapped Pia from around myself and left her in McGonagall and Pomfrey's care.

From the hospital wing I ran to the dungeon Snape called home. It looked empty from the hall where I was standing, but on the off chance that he was getting ingredients from his closet, I entered the room and sat in the front row of desks. I was rewarded for my efforts when I saw Snape back out of the closet and glare at me over an armload of assorted potions' ingredients.

"What are you doing down here, Draco?" Snape asked irritably. He shifted his body to hide the items in his arms, but I took a chance and opened my mouth.

"Apparently, I'm watching you make a veritaserum," I guessed. He saw through the bravado and put the things down on his huge desk as he pulled out a large cauldron and glared at me.

"You shouldn't be here, Draco. I'm doing this for Dumbledore so we can interrogate the students who kidnapped Persiopeia," Snape explained to me. I guessed he wasn't going to kick me out, so I made myself comfortable as he started a fire under his cauldron and began to pour things in, occasionally stopping to chant something.

"She rather likes you, Professor. She doesn't like potion-making, but she says you make it fun for her," I groaned mentally as I imagined what Pia would do to me when she found out I let that tidbit slip. "I'm sure she wouldn't mind if you referred to her as 'Pia'. Just don't call her Persy. Professor or not, that could get you killed. At least you admit from the outset that it was a kidnapping. McGonagall wouldn't say that, and it infuriated me."

"They may be of my house, but some students should never have been allowed on campus. I feel that I bear some guilt in 'Pia's kidnapping," Snape went on as he stirred quickly in a counter-clockwise motion, then slowly in a clockwise motion. I felt my blood boil as Snape used the nickname for her. I quickly squashed the emotion, because I knew that I would need Snape's help in the coming days. "On top of that, this has caused you pain, and I feel that I must help alleviate that pain."

"So, you're going to administer veritaserum to Zabini, Crabbe, Goyle, and Parkinson?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation away from what I knew would be an uncomfortable subject. "You already know what you'll get, so why bother?"

"We need corroboration of your story and 'Pia's. If we were to ask 'Pia at this point, we could do more harm than good. Besides that, it's better to get a confession from the persons involved," Snape said as he added a last ingredient and gave a whispered incantation. The potion gave off a puff of grey-green smoke and a foul smell. "Done. And done."

"It's ready already?" I asked, confused. It usually took much more time to develop a veritaserum.

"This is a much less potent form of veritaserum. The event happened so recently, and the people involved so, shall we say, unskilled, that we don't need the most potent version of veritaserum. Let me cap this vial," he said as he poured the syrupy potion out of the cauldron and into a large vial. He popped a large cap into the top of the vial and stepped out from behind his desk. "Will you be joining us?"

"No. I think I'll go back to our house and prepare 'Pia's room for her return from the hospital wing," I said, rising from my seat. Snape led me out of his classroom and flicked his wand to douse the torches and lock the door.

"Draco?" Snape said quietly.

I was already partway down the hall, but I turned when I heard the professor. "Yes, sir?"

"I'll make sure that I fix this for you. I don't know what else I can do for you in times to come, but I'll do this one thing for you," and with that, he left.

I stared after the empty space left by Snape. I shook my head to clear it and headed off to Slytherin House. The common room was nearly empty when I got there, and for that I was grateful. A lot of time had passed since I had left to find Pia, so everyone was either in bed or studying at the library. I climbed the stairs to 'Pia's room. I passed my room on the way, and I stepped over to it to grab a few things.

I walked to 'Pia's room and charmed the locks on her door. I had to fix them, as Zabini had broken them in his rages. "Reparo," I whispered, not wanting to alert the other prefects to my presence at her door. I surveyed the damage done to 'Pia's room, and I felt the sudden urge to vomit.

Pictures of her ancestors had been torn down and desecrated. Her dresser drawers and closet had been ripped open and their contents flung around the room. A suspiciously milky fluid covered the undergarments that had been strewn over her bed. I stepped closer and inhaled, and that time, I did vomit as my suspicions were confirmed.

I looked around and decided not to try to clean up the worst of it by hand. I used some of the simpler cleaning spells to get rid of my mess and the worst of what was left by Zabini. At least, I hope it was just Zabini's.

I started to pick up the rest of the mess left behind, but some of 'Pia's clothing, particularly her undergarments, was beyond repair. I conjured new to replace the ones I had to throw out. I was in the middle of hanging up her assorted sets of robes when I knew I was no longer alone in the room.

I turned, wand at the ready, but I was surprised by the sight that greeted me: Dobby the house-elf.

"Oh! Young master Malfoy! Dobby's so sorry, sir, Dobby shouldn't have come, but the nice professor sent me to help you. Said you needed help, he did, and here Dobby is!" the little green being said. He ran around, picking things up and sorting as he went, chattering all the while.

"Dobby, you can let it all be. I'll do it myself," I said tiredly.

Dobby abruptly stopped cleaning and started bashing his head against the footboard of 'Pia's bed. "So sorry sir! Should have asked, Dobby should have!"

"Stop it, Dobby!" I yelled, grabbing him and pulling him away from the bed.

"Dobby just wants to help, after everything mistress Black has been through."

At the poor house-elf's mention of the day's horrors, I sat on 'Pia's bed and let the tears come down. Dobby peered at me from behind the hands he'd thrown up to protect himself. He had been a house-elf for my father, and apparently he thought I'd beat him the way my father had. I waved him off, trying to let him know that I wouldn't hurt him.

Dobby turned to leave, and as he left he spoke. "Mistress Black's a tough girl, and you're a strong man. Dobby knows you'll fix everything, he does."

Pia's pov

I wanted to get out of the hospital wing as soon as possible and get back to my own room and Draco's arms. I've never felt like this before, never wanted to let someone else comfort me, but with Draco, it felt right. Like when he said he'd kill my father if he hurt me again, or when he knocked Zabini out, even though that led to the present predicament.

Professor McGonagall had left much earlier, and I pestered Madam Pomfrey so much she finally let me leave, after she checked me out and saw that indeed, I had not been raped. Before I left, I did tell her about the charm Pansy had cast on Zabini, why he hadn't been able to finish the deed.

"Ms. Black, I do suggest that you hold off on any sort of intimacy, at least for a few days. You may find that while your body reacts well, your mind and heart may not. Take care of yourself, and help Draco through this. He blames himself, I think, and I think that you are the only one who may be able to help him," Madam Pomfrey said to my back as I walked out.

I raced back to my House, not wanting to see anyone until I had seen Draco. The halls were empty, as was the Slytherin common room. I crept silently through the House until I reached my room, across the hall from Draco's. The door and locks looked good as new; I opened the door to my dark room and sighed.

I hadn't bothered with Draco's door, there had been no light coming from under it, and I didn't want to wake him. I walked over to my bookcase and tapped it with my wand. A book fell out, and behind it, I had hidden a box with all my most important things. On top was an old t-shirt of Draco's I had filched last time I was in his room. It still held his scent. I slipped out of my makeshift robes, old ones McGonagall had dug out of one of her own trunks, and into the long green shirt. I left the robes on the floor and climbed into bed.

I was drifting off, thinking of Draco when I rolled over, and into his arms!

"Draco, is that you?" I whispered. His head shot up, and his eyes were wild.

"Oh, 'Pia, I've been waiting for you. I got your room back in order for you, and I must have fallen asleep," Draco said as his cheeks flushed. The t-shirt wasn't really all that big, if you know what I mean. I could see the dried tear tracks on his cheeks, and I slid my arms around him.

"Oh, Draco, I thought you were asleep in your room, and I didn't want to wake you. I'm so glad you're here! Hold me, please, it's been such a long day," I said, settling against him. I realized he was still in full robes, and I started to pull them off of his body when he stopped me.

"'Pia, I don't think that's such a good idea, after what you went through today. Maybe in a few weeks, when you've spoken with Madam Pomfrey or McGonagall," he said, and he tried to stop me.

"It's not my fault, what happened today. It's not your fault, and it's not mine. I didn't do this to you, you know," I was getting angry, the bloody bastard was a coward, too.

"I never said it was your fault! I just don't want to hurt you! I knew that Pansy hated me, and you, but I never thought this would happen. I can't believe she did this to you! I can't believe she did this to me!" Draco roared, and I stiffened in his arms.

"So, you think I was raped, but you don't blame me?" I said quietly.

"Why would I blame you? Zabini and Pansy are the ones at fault," Draco said, and I could see the tears forming in his eyes. "You thought I blamed you?"

I started to laugh. "Of course I thought you blamed me! I only heard the last of what you said when I woke up earlier! And I wasn't raped. Pansy cast a spell on Zabini that makes him impotent with anyone but her, and she has to cast the charm to, umm, 'free up his equipment'!"

Draco crushed me to his chest and I felt his tears hit the top of my head. "Oh, 'Pia, I blamed myself. If I had walked you back to you room, or not enraged Zabini and Pansy, or any other number of things, this all could have been different. I'll never let you go, not ever. We'll go to your parents soon, I promise, and we'll sort everything out. Now snuggle in. I've arranged things with our favorite potions master so we can sleep in tomorrow and miss his class."

I snuggled into Draco's embrace and breathed in his comforting scent. I could feel his arousal, but we didn't do anything about that. We were too tired. I was almost asleep when I heard Draco's voice for the last time that night.

"If you wanted one of my shirts, you could've just asked."

Draco's pov

I woke up with my nose in Pia's glorious red hair. Before, I would have been disgusted at her Weasley-ish look, but in our short time together, I've grown to adore it. I can understand why Potter fell for Ginny Weasley. There's something about the wavy red locks that I can't explain, but I don't feel the need to. I love her, and that makes my chest feel light.

Sunlight was streaming in through Pia's small window. I envied that window; she got sunlight everyday in the morning to help her wake up. I sighed and looked down at the lump in my arms. She was breathing softly, and I knew she was closing to waking. The sun was high enough for me to know that we would be lucky to make it to lunch before our afternoon classes.

I kissed Pia gently to wake her. He eyes opened and focused on my face, her green eyes burning into my own blue eyes. She snuggled in tighter and growled at me for waking her. She growled at me. I kissed her again, harder this time, and she responded with fervor.

I pulled back and smiled down at her. "You need to get up and get dressed. We need to get some lunch before our afternoon of Transfigurations. I wonder who'll cover for McGonagall?"

Pia glared at me and sat up, giving me her back. "I don't want to go to lunch. I just want to sleep in all day and cuddle you. Can't we just stay in here? I'm sure we could get a house-elf to bring us some food."

"If you don't want people to guess what happened, I think a better choice would be to get up and move on, as if nothing happened."

"I can't do that. Besides, the quad already knows, and I figure they've already spread everything around the school."

"I think that you give them a bad turn if you believe that they'd do that to you. We don't get along, but we need them as our allies, at least until we can rebuild ourselves here in Slytherin. Besides that, they are the ones who helped me rescue you."

"I would have been fine. Zabini couldn't, remember?"

"And what about Crabbe and Goyle? And as for Zabini, he would have just ordered PP to undo the charm, on a promise of having her later," I said, growing impatient. My stomach was starting to ache. I hadn't eaten much yesterday, and I needed to eat. So did Pia, so why was she fighting me so much?

Pia's pov

I know Draco thinks I'm being a nut, but I don't really want to face that lot after they helped rescue me. Not after all I've done to them. I know that we'll never be friends, but if I go down to the Great Hall and acknowledge them, I'm taking a step towards the unknown.

"But, Draco, I could make it worth your while to stay here," I said coyly, anything to not have to face the school. I felt as if everyone could see right through me, see everything that happened yesterday. I felt stupid for the whole thing, and I still felt dirty.

"'Pia, as much as I would love to believe that you want me that badly, you're as transparent as Peeves. Get out of this bed, get into some robes, and let's go. I'm hungry, and you need to get something into you. And no arguments or complaints about you being fat. I love those curves, and if they diminish in any way, I will be quite wroth with you," Draco said as he stood and held his hands out to me. "Let me help you up, my dear."

I sighed and took his hands, letting him raise me up. I stepped lightly on the way to my closet. It seemed Draco wasn't going to leave and risk me not coming down, so I got my revenge the only way I know how.

I selected my street clothes for under my robes in a lazy fashion, finally settling on a stretchy black jumper and tight jeans that I probably should have thrown out a few terms ago. I shucked Draco's t-shirt and headed from my closet to my dresser in my panties. I heard Draco hiss in a breath, and I knew that he was in torture. I chuckled as I took my time selecting a bra. I selected a sheer black bra so as not to have it seen through my top.

I turned my back to Draco, but stood in front of the mirror so he could see everything. I slipped the bra up my shoulders, shivering at it's coolness, briefly fingering my own nipples as I arranged the cups. I stepped into my jeans, but not until I had fixed my panties, slipping a finger inside them to feel my undamaged nether region. I heard a groan from Draco as I slipped my jeans up and over my bum. The jeans fit like my own skin, and I could feel his eyes on me.

"As if that's enough to break my resolve. Let's go before I explode, alright?" Draco said tersely, and I gave a laugh that came out infinitely huskier than I thought it would. I pulled my robes on and grabbed my bag before stalking out of the room with Draco close behind. "And I better not catch you wearing those jeans without me there to protect you."

I turned and smiled at Draco. We rounded the corners and strode through the halls of Hogwart's, and we saw the eyes lingering on us, not caring what anyone thought.

We stepped into the Great Hall, which was still full of students and faculty. I gave Dumbledore a huge wink and rounded on Draco, throwing myself on him. We dropped our bags and he lifted me up, letting me rest on his jutting pelvis. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him with all my nerve.

When he finally let me down off my rather, ahem, 'bony' perch, I was flushed and I could see the sparkles in his eyes. I smiled at him, then at the headmaster before grabbing Draco's hand and taking a bow. Much to our surprise, Potter and the rest of the quad stood and applauded. The Hufflepuffs followed their lead, while the Ravenclaws sat silently and the Slytherins booed.

I didn't give a damn.