Chapter 15:

Sterces Tower

Zeta looked around wondering where she was. She felt a soft bed beneath her, and she could feel the cold air stinging her lungs. Her chest rose and fell slowly. The coldness passed over her body, chilling her entire being. She shivered involuntarily. The place truly felt evil.

"Hello." A voice spoke from the end of the bed and Zeta jumped in shock. She quickly looked over at him, and saw it was Malfoy. He held a wand in his hand, arms crossed.

"Why, it's nice to know that your awake." He said with a laugh. It was the cold cruel laugh he always used when he knew more than she did. He used it when he had power. Zeta shot him an icy look, trying to mask her own terror.

"Cut it, Draco. Where am I?" She snapped at him, yet knew the answer. She looked around the room, and in an instant knew where she was. The room was dark, and large cement bricks made up the walls. A small candle from a corner casted malevolent shadow across their faces. The sun rising in the East contradicted the dark shadows with an orange tint. Zeta slowly turned to face Draco.

"Sterces Tower." He told her with a smirk, as he inched up the bed, laying his hand on Zeta's thigh, "The home of pure evil."

"Well I want out." Zeta stated plainly, standing up, and walking to a window. It was barred shut. "I want out." She placed her hands on the bars, feeling the cold of the metal seep into her skin. "NOW!" The thick black metal cut her off from the world. She shook them violently, as if they would come off. She tried her hardest to rip the terrible black bars off the window, hoping she could just jump out when she was done.

"Let me out!" She screamed, a lump coming to her throat. She continued, draining her energy. Tears flowed down her face, as she slid down the wall, finally letting go. She placed her forehead in her hands. Zeta wiped a tear from her eye, not wanting to let Draco see. She looked at the floor beneath her knees. It was cold, hard, and dark, just like her companion's heart.

"No can do..." Draco told her, smiling. He once again showed the power he had over her. That looming terrible presence. "I can't let you out, and besides..." He stood up and walked over to where she was. He knelt down and lifted her chin, holding it in his hand, "I already told him you were here."

"Told who, Draco?" Zeta asked, tearing her face away, and looking at the ground. She suddenly snapped back to reality, not wanting to hear the answer.

"Why the Dark Lord of course." He flashed a sly grin, once again over powering. He knew it as well. Draco grabbed her chin again, with slightly more force this time, and looked her in the eyes. His eyes bore into her sending a chill up her spine.

"You cannot, under any circumstances keep me here." She stared him in the eyes, trying to convince herself what she was saying was true. She pushed his hand away and stood up, and sat on the large bed. Draco followed, and slipped a hand around her waist, sitting closely behind her.

"Yes I can..." He whispered, letting his lips lightly brush her neck.

"No, you can't." She stated coldly, not moving, letting Draco use her, as he continued to massage her neck with his mouth, letting his tongue slip out, sending a chill up her spine. "I am not doing what you want from me," Zeta still tried to convince herself she was right, his presence making her vision blur, and her mind fog. "Never." She told him half-heartedly, as it came out something short of a moan, the edge was now lost from her voice. Draco was making her fall again.

"Yes you are Arwin..." He whispered, pulling her close, leaving his lips still to linger on her neck. "For me..." He pulled her close, sucking on her neck, as she leaned back, falling into his arms. She sighedv heavily, feeling the gentle touch of his lips, taking in his smell, the feel of his chest rising and falling behind her, and slowly beginning to lust him once again. Draco's strong hands around her waist felt like a necessity, a comforting feeling that should could not live without. She could feel her own arms lay upon his soft ones, feeling like any movement would ruin everything. It gave her stomach a leap when he held her, something that was beyond words. Zeta realized what she was doing, falling into his trap again.

"No..." She told, pushing him away with every ounce of energy she had left, "You cannot, and you will not Draco Malfoy." She stated her sentence boldly, staring him in the eyes, the edge returning once again. Zeta went back to the window. She looked out and saw the looming sky. It was dark and gray, as the sun shown on the horizon, like blood spilling out of a wound, her own wound. Slowly weaving it's way into the darkness. The orange of the morning sky blended with the gray of the night.

"Well, Arwin, there is no way you can leave, now is there?" Draco told her, a hint of enjoyment in his voice, as she could almost hear his next line. "So why don't we just make the best of this moment?" He patted the bed, and Zeta shot him an icy look. She didn't want to do this again, not now. She was already falling into his trap, and she felt ready to fall farther. Her lust for him was stronger than any will power she had left.

"No..." She told him coldly, crossing her arms over her chest, the anger rising, and an idea coming to her.

"Why?" He asked, as if he was a little child, not understanding why his mother wouldn't do something for him. Draco pocketed his wand.

She smiled a small smile to herself, knowing what to do. Zeta walked over to the bed, a seductive look in her eyes. She sat on the bed next to him, and kissed him on the neck.

"We must wait," she whispered in his ear, sucking his neck slowly."For the right moment." Her breathe touched his ear ever so slightly, as she placed her hand on his chest. She slid it up, onto his neck, slowly inching upwards, as she continued to kiss. Zeta grabbed the tie around his neck with her free hand, so her body was pressing against his. She sucked his neck, letting her tounge slip out occasionally, trying to get the full effect. Her tounge picked up his wonderful taste, as she truly felt "into" the moment. She pulled back, and looked at him, her hand still on his face, and seductive look still in her eyes. Zeta saw in disgust the look of hunger in his eyes, looking as if he wanted a piece of the juicy piece of meat in front of him. She pulled her hand back quickly and slapped him. Her hand stung as he grabbed his face.

"Get our Draco. Now..." She shot him a dark look, pointing towards the door, as he held his face. He had an angry, terribly evil look in his eyes. He looked at her angrily, and got up, stopping at the door.

"You shall pay for that..." He hissed, rubbing the new red mark on his cheek. He shut the door quickly behind him. The slamming echoed in the room.

Zeta shot him an evil look through the door, but the blood rushed from her face, and out of her body. In the home of evil, there was nothing to hold back Draco.

She collasped on the bed, tears staining the sheets. Everything coming to reality. She felt sick to her stomach, the taste still lingering in her mouth. This was not what she wanted. Why was she doing this? Because, she told herself, this is your last hope. Draco is your last hope. She groaned. Even the name Voldermort sent a cold flow throughout her body, as if she had confronted a Dementor. Zeta looked at her left wrist. There were no marks, nothing. It was blank, explaining how she felt perfectly. But soon, very soon, the Dark Mark would reside there. She could almost see the terrible mark on her skin, turning her terrible. And slowly, the evil would flow through her blood, turning it black, and purly, truly evil. The feeling as if someone was watching her would always be there, and she would never be alone. Evil would always keep her company. And even on the brightest and warmest of days, she would feel cold. Even if she was surrounded by people, she would be alone, all alone every moment. This was the end.

A letter fell out of Zeta's pocket, as she quickly picked it up, not remembering where it was from. Looking at it, she noticed her name written in black cursive, and realized what it was. The letter from Hermione.