3 DM Ch 2: The Glade: Part 2

Hey everyone, thanks for reading. I don't know if you read the last chapter 2, but if you did, I'm sorry. I didn't like it and so now I'm changing it. I hope you didn't like the outcome of that one too much. It didn't seem true enough to the characters and I want it to take them longer to be friends. I don't own Harry Potter or any the characters or locations or main plot points that you recognize. They belong to JK Rowling. I did make up Isabella, and the glade and such. I hope you enjoy this story. I promise to keep writing and try and get the next one out soon!

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Isabella's POV:

Fear runs through my veins. He's going to rape me. There's no one here to stop him this time. No Harry to save me. My virginity will be ripped from me from this bastard. Fuck my life. Just kill me now. Don't put me through this, again. He's going to rape me or kill me. Or both. Wonder which order the pervert will do it in. Probably rape me first, so he can watch me suffer.

Draco's POV:

What the hell is she doing here? Why is she always ruining my life? She just in the way of me and my destiny! My fate! The life that I have been expecting all my life! Furry engulfs me till I can't think straight. Once again, I seem to no longer have control over my body. Shit. This can't be good. Why does this girl always make me loose control of myself? My body kneeled down right in front of her, so it was above her, but still close enough to scare her. Disgusting how well I know this awful side of myself.

Isabella's POV:

Suddenly Draco's eyes roll back into his head for a moment, when they return front-ways, they are red. They aren't Malfoy's eyes. A new level of anger and violence overcomes him. Fuck. Now I'm really screwed.

"WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING HERE, MUDBLOOD! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE! THIS IS MY SPACE! YOU SHOULD JUST GO HOME, AND DIG YOURSELF A GRAVE! NOBODY WANTS YOU! GO FUCKING DIE BITCH!" he screams in my face, I barely notice the spit covering my face. I'm in shock. I just look down.

"THAT'S RIGHT BITCH, YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LOOK AT ME YOU PIECE OF SCUM! YOU'RE WORTHLESS! NOBODY WANTS YOU! NOBODY WILL EVER LOVE YOU! YOU'RE A PARTHETIC EXCUSE FOR A WITCH, EVEN PATHETIC AS FAR AS MUDBLOODS GO!" Nobody will ever love you. How did he know just how to hit home? Tears start to well up in my eyes. A tear runs down my check. His screams stop for a moment. I can feel his eyes watching me. I know he is watching the tear on my face. He must think I'm pathetic. I should stand up and let him know he can't boss me around. Just as I look up, his screams begin again. Only, his eyes are icy blue/grey again…

"YOU RUINED MY LIFE, YOU BITCH! HOW COULD YOU? EVERYTHING WAS FINE UNTIL YOU HAD TO WALTZ INTO MY LIFE AND MAKE ME SEE HOW FUCKING SHITTY IT IS! I WAS HAPPY TO BE THE DARK LORD'S SERVANT, AND NOW ALL I WANT IS TO GET AWAY! HOW CAN YOU BE SITTING OUT HERE, ALL PATHETIC AND BY YOURSELF WHEN YOU HAVE FRIENDS! REAL FRIENDS WHO LIKE YOU THE WAY YOU ARE AND AREN'T ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE YOU SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT! YOU HAVE IT SO GOOD MUDBLOOD! YOU HAVE NO IDEA! YOU HAVE EVERYTHING I WANT, EVERYTHING I DESIRE, EVERYTHING I WANT IN LIFE!"

***** Draco's POV: *****

I'm yelling at her about how pathetic she is, which she is. My body pauses to take a breath. A tear rolls down her face. Pathetic. Yet, I feel bad for her too. I mean, she's probably scared for her life. No wonder she's crying. I'm thrown back into my body as she slowly lifts her head to look into my eyes. Anger flashes. I open my mouth to continue my stream of insults.

"… YOU HAVE IT SO GOOD MUDBLOOD! YOU HAVE NO IDEA! YOU HAVE EVERYTHING I WANT, EVERYTHING I DESIRE, EVERYTHING I WANT IN LIFE!"

What? Both of us stare in shock at each other. My jaw drops, as does hers. I did not just say that. It was all in my imagination. I don't feel that way. It was the other thing that took over me that made me say it. Shit! I did say that didn't I? Of course you did, idiot! Why else would she still be staring at me like that?

***** Isabella's POV: *****

What? He's envious of me? He has everything in life, how could he not be happy? My mouth drops open, and his does too. I look into his eyes. He's in as much shock as I am. For the first time I feel sorry for him. Could his life not be as perfect as it seemed? Could, for all these years, he took his anger out at me, because I have everything he didn't have? Freedom. I saw it in his eyes before. He's trapped, and I'm not. That was it? All these years of cruelty because he's jealous? Because he wants my life? I guess that makes sense, now that I think about it…

Looking into his eyes, the shock was starting to wear off for both of us. I hoped he wouldn't go back to rage, rage at me for knowing his secret.

***** Draco's POV: *****

Oh shit! This little mudblood knew everything! Fuck! Well, almost everything. I have to get out of here before she and her ways make me say the rest of it.

"Mudblood, if you dare say one word about what's happened here today, I promise you will regret it. You will regret that you were ever born! You hear me, you good for nothing little piece of tainted blood?" My face was within inches of her face. Her eyes were beautiful. They're a blueish, grayish color. She was looking deep into my eyes again, like she had been on the train, but it wasn't as intense as it had been that day. What was she doing to me?

"I said, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" I shout at her with as much malice as I can put into six words. I had a lot of practice with that, even if a strange little part of me didn't want to be mean to her. I pushed that thought aside. I had to make her be quiet. And that wasn't a part of the plan of my life. She was meant to be an enemy, or at least a friend of the enemy.

***** Isabella's POV: *****

As I thought, he was furious. Or so he wanted me to believe. Like most people, he was covering fear with anger. But I wasn't going to push him. I was still scared. How could I not be? But not nearly as much as I should be. I stiffly nodded my head, not breaking eye contact. I was memorizing his eyes, not trying to read them. I could do that later. I wanted to see as much as I could before he spooked.

As he got up to leave, his hand brushed against my arm. I don't know weather it was on purpose or not; he was already looking the other way. It sent shivers down my arm. Either way, he didn't acknowledge the touch.

The shiver…was it of fear? I couldn't tell you. I watched the angry boy pick up his discarded broom, and with a final hateful glance, kick off his broom and leave.

Why wasn't I shaking where I sat? Why wasn't I terrified of him, like I should be? I shake my head and magic comes and joins me. She nozzles my head with hers, "Are you ok?" Yea, surprisingly I am. Come on, let's go home.

I climbed onto Magic's back, a little shaken. I just let her carry me home, my mind a whirl of confusion. All I knew was Draco's secret, that it scared him, that I was the only one alive who knew that secret, and that I wasn't afraid of him.

Hey, sorry it's so short. I'm working on the next one right now. Please let me know what you think! (And if you read the last one, if you like this one better or worse and why. Thanks!