Chapter 13:

Unlucky

Zeta laid in bed, trying to think, the kiss, his words, everything began replaying in her mind, drowning out everything else. She couldn't think straight, could barely close her eyes, let alone sleep. Everything was playing so fast in her mind, as she tried to think of something to do. Did she want to go? If she did what would happen? Why did this all have to happen to her?

Madaam Pomfrey walked in, as Zeta suddenly realized it was morning. She must have stayed awake through the night thinking. The nurse walked to her bed.

"I trust you had a good night sleep?" She asked, pouring a potion into a spoon.

Zeta stayed silent. It had been interesting, that was for sure.

"I looked and looked all last night, for something that could help, and this works to make the pain go away." She forced the spoon into Zeta's mouth, as she felt ready to throw-up. The warm liquid traveled down her throat as she swallowed, and it tasted terrible. Like a mix of garlic, and gasoline. Zeta gagged, trying to get the taste out of her mouth.

"What was that?" She asked, wiping off her tounge.

"Leop juice, you boil the scales, and add a little mandrake juice, and you have a pain releiver." She smiled, as Zeta shot her a nasty look.

"Well it tasted terrible, and I'd rather have the pain." Madaam Pomfrey rolled her eyes, and walked back into her office, huming an annoying little tune. Zeta suddenly thought of the letter Malfoy had given her, she opened her hand, and found it still there. She opened it warily.

Zeta-

I told you that this is me. This is who I truly am, I was forced into it, and I don't want to be alone. Please meet tomorrow night at 11 o'clock outside the castle. I need this.

Draco

Zeta looked at the letter, still unable to think. She almost felt in a daze, no emotion, just nothing. She had no idea what to do, but she also didn't really care. Harry had left her, she knew of course all of the trio now hated her, and this was it, this was the end, there was nothing more she could do to improve it. All she had left was this one rope tethered to Draco, that she wasn't going to cut. This was it, this was what she had to do.

The door to the hospital wing opened, and Hermione walked in. Surprised, Zeta stared at her, jaw dropped.

"Arwin, don't look at me like that, I don't want to be here." She hissed, and walked up to the bed.

"I just had to give you this." She handed Zeta a note, and looked at her. She shook her head.

"Why didn't I know? Why didn't I do anything?" Hermione stared at her, the anger and hatred shown in her eyes.

"How could you do that to Harry? How could you have so cold hearted, to hurt him even more that he has been? Why are you such a jerk?" Hermione looked at her and Zeta said nothing.

"You know, I'm happy you lost it to Draco, you two deserve eachother. You most definetly didn't deserve Harry, that's for sure." She shook her head, "Your nothing more that a pureblood, Slytherin Slut... Nothing more." Hermione shot her a dark look, and walked out of hospital wing, leaving Zeta speechless.

-

That was it, Zeta had made her decision, she was going with Draco. She didn't care if he was lying, or if he was going to kill her, anything was better than Hogwarts. Hermione had made it clear, she was hated by everyone, and when she was out of the hospital, life was going to be worse than hell. This was her destiny, to be the same kind as Malfoy, to be with him, no matter how he treated her. Even if he hit her everyday, even if she was to stay in the house, and just be a slave, this was what it had to be. It was her destiny. It may not have been love, it may not have been passion, but it was what she had to do. Once she had fallen into it, there was no way to escape. It was like falling into a hole. You at first stood on the edge, and threw a few rocks down to see how deep it was, and then you stuck you foot in, just to test it. Then you fell in, for some reason or another, you fell into the hole, and once you were there, you were stuck. There was no way out, and this was your destiny. This was it, the end, the finish, she had finished the race, in last place, and this was her prize, to be alone, be a toy, that Draco could play with whenever he wanted, and when he got bored, he could throw her out, or sell her, for she was done. He had gotten all he wanted. No one cared to throw a rope down into the hole, and no one cared to buy her, and fix her, for she was broken, and she had severed all ties to people. She had lost everything, just because of her stupid destiny, her stupid lust, and her stupid mind. She was now going to be a DeathEater, all alone, as Draco did what he wanted, and left. She belonged to him, and no one cared. It was the underground trade, the black market of the wizarding world, that when a wizard was needed, they were used, but when they were not, they were sold, awaiting usage again. The black, dark, market that Zeta was now trapped in, and no one cared. No one cared what happened to her, if she died, her mother wouldn't care, it just meant she had one less person to care for. Harry wouldn't care for he hated her, Hermione and Ron had made it clear that she had no usage, and everyone she had every known now hated her for what she had done. Her hands were blood red, she had been caught, and the only way out was to go with Draco, to follow him, as a dog following its master, for thats all she was, she was an item, that was owned by Draco. She was nothing, and the worst part, she knew it.

-

At ten o'clock Zeta took a large swig of the potion Madaam Pomfrey had given her, as she waited for 11 to roll around. She quickly changed into a pair of school robes that sat on the bed next to her, saying nothing, and changing silently, trying not to wake up Madaam Pomfrey. She looked at the bed she had laid in and a tear fell down her cheek. She knew this may be the end of her life as she knew, but it was her only chance. At 10:45, Zeta left out the hospital doors.

-

She began to make her way to the doors, but found she ran head on into someone. Fearing for the worst, (it was Dumbledore) she laid on the ground where she was, waiting for some sort of response. There was silence for a minute or two, and then the wizard in front of her took out his wand. He created a light. That light shown on the face of Ron Weasley.

"Zeta?" He asked in disbelief, looking at the floor, where she was lying. "What are you doing?"

Zeta stayed silent, shooting him a dark look, finding it was better. Ron grabbed her wrist, pulled her up, and led her to an empty classroom.

"What are you doing Zeta?" He asked, once he had shut the door.

"Don't you think I should be asking you that?" She snapped, sitting down on a desk.

"I just got out of detention with McGonagall. Now it's your turn." He looked at her, his bright red hair all over his face.

"Just going for a walk." She told him stiffly. She looked quickly at her watch, it was 10:52, she had to get out of here.

"At eleven at night?" Ron asked, staring at her.

"What's the problem with that?" She hissed, "I can't go out alone without the lot of you thinking I'm going to shag again?"

"That's not what I meant," Ron told her, looking at the floor, "It's just, very few people go for a walk at midnight." He laughed to himself, as Zeta looked at her watch again, 10:54.

"So very funny, can I go now?" She asked irritably.

"No, I have to talk to you." He said, as she rolled her eyes.

"Well I don't have the time, there is no way you have anything valuable to say to me anyway." She made her way to the door.

"What's happening to you Zeta?" He asked, as she stopped dead.

"Nothing." She told him, trying to collect herself.

"Liar," He accused, "You're turning completely cold hearted, you've relied on screaming at people as a means of communication-"

"Why are you even talking to me!?" Zeta cut him off, on the verge of yelling.

"What?" He asked, unable to comprehend.

"Hasn't Harry told you you're not allowed to talk to me? Don't you believe I did it with Draco? Don't you hate me?" Zeta screamed at him.

Ron laughed, "You'll have to do a lot more than that to get me to hate you."

"Well don't worry, I will." She hissed, and left out the door, she quickly looked at her watch. It was 10:58, she had two minutes. Zeta ran as fast as she could out of the castle, as the cold night air stung her face. Ron's words kept repeating in her head. What had happened? Why was she even doing this?

Zeta sprinted to the side of the castle, looking for Draco, yet at the same time, not wanting to find him. Zeta continued to run, as pictures flashed in her mind. She saw her father and herself playing in the yard, flashed again, she saw her father running down the beach as she faithfully followed, flash, she saw herself sitting on his bed, as he walked in ready to talk, flash, she saw that faceless boy. Zeta saw herself sitting next to his bed, the tears running down her face, as he handed her a ring. She heard him, telling her to never forget the times they had, his voice resounded in her head. Zeta began to run faster, the tears streaming down her face, as she ran into someone. She fell to the ground, and looked up.