Chapter 17:

Unforgiven

"No." She told him, surprised how calm the words sounded. Inside her heart was racing, her mind going back and forth between what she was to do.

"Arwin, just stop doing this." Draco snapped angrily, "I really don't want to waste my energy on you."

"You did enough..." she shot at him, "Following me around, knowing everything that was going on with me. And for what? So you don't have to waste your energy now?"

"Oh, shut it Arwin," He told her annoyed, "Your sob story is really getting old."

"Don't tell me what to do." She shot.

"I can tell you whatever I want. I am in control." Draco aimed his wand, pointing it at her heart.

Zeta didn't say a word, not knowing what to do.

"We're wasting time." Draco told her icly, "Come on."

"No." Zeta told, standing in the same spot.

"Arwin," Draco sighed, "It's really getting old. The whole 'I am a hero' thing, is just terrible. Just shut it and follow me."

Zeta stood in her spot, looking grimly at him.

"No?" Draco laughed, "Why, Arwin? Do you like pain?" Without warning Draco aimed his wand at her, and shouted a curse.

"Crucio!"

Zeta felt the pain in an instant. She could not even hear her screams, for the pain was incredible. A pounding in her head felt like someone was slamming a hammer into her skull. Her skin was tingling, as the hairs stood up on end. Her whole body felt like it was being cut by dull blades, as she fell to the ground. She pounded the ground with her fist, shaking violently, trying to kill the pain. Then, in an instant the pain was gone.

She looked up, a drip of blood falling out of the side of her mouth. Her whole body still ached, as she could taste the blood in her mouth. Draco only smiled, holding his wand steady ready to give it to her again.

"More?" He asked slyly, as though she was a child, "Or would you rather come with me."

Zeta shot him an icy look, knowing that it was not a smart plan.

"No?" He asked with a cold laugh, "Oh, I'm sorry. I think you need some."

The spell hit her again, coming ten times worse the second time. Her whole body burned, as she felt ready to die. Daggers were puncturing her skin, slowly, making sure to cause the most pain. Burning hot daggers tearing through her already agonizing skin. Her head throbbed, blurring her vision, as she saw Malfoy walking towards her. He kicked her in the side, tripling her pain, as her head pounded the floor. The burning red-hot daggers dug deeper into her skin as her back felt stiff. Then it was gone.

"Are you done yet Arwin?" He glistening a small smile.

"No?" He asked in an adolescent voice, "Is the pain not enough for poor little Arwin?"

Zeta stayed silent, laying on the cold, hard floor, knowing that moving, or making a sound would only make the pain worse. Her whole body ached as a few tears escaped her eye.

Malfoy bent down and put his face inches from hers.

"More Arwin?" He hissed staring into her with his cold gray eyes.

"No.." She managed to say, in something short of a whimper, "Please no."

A small grin danced on his lips, as he leaned in to kiss her. Zeta froze unable to move because of the pain, and Malfoy's strong body looming over her. She was trapped. He kissed her passionately, moving his hand up her shirt. He kept sliding up her shirt, onto her back, kissing her still, roughly. Zeta could feel his chest beginning to lower, pining her to the floor beneath. She felt his steady breathing as she had to urge to kiss him back. She did. She kissed him passionatley in return, lifting off her back, as he slipped his hand behind her. Draco dug his fingers into a deep scar on her back.

"Ah.." Zeta tore away quickly, shutting her eyes quickly from the terrible, overpowering pain. She clenched her teeth, feeling the pain surge throughout her back, onto her neck, and throughout her body. Malfoy pulled away, and looked at the door.

"Bring her to his office." He told two men standing in to doorway. He turned back to Zeta and shot her a victorious look, wiping her blood off his lip.

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The room was drab, and cold, and evil. Many bookcases lined the walls. The books had titles explaining stories of dark secrets, and dark wizards. On another shelf, many potions. Green, blue, purple and black bottles filled them, likely containing terrible potions used in agonizing ways. A table sat in the center of the room, surrounded by two plush leather chairs. When Zeta first saw him, he was facing a fireplace, with his back to her. She could see the pale skin on his neck, and when he first spoke he did not turn.

"Ms. Arwin..." He began in such a cold, cruel voice, that Zeta had to hold herself steady, "I have heard you would like to become a DeathEater." Zeta opened her mouth to protest, but felt a wand lightly press into her back. Malfoy stood behind her.

"You would be very useful to us..." He hissed, "As Mr. Malfoy has told me, in more ways than one." Zeta still watched his back, as the grip was tightened on her two arms by the men. Zeta noticed for the first time a man standing in the corner of the room. He looked much like Draco, and he looked vaguely familiar. She couldn't help the terrible feeling of deja vu.

Then he turned around. Zeta could not help but scream out in surprise. He was terrible. His beady blood red eyes bore into her, chilling her soul. His disgustingly pale face was flat, and he resembled a snake. His thin white fingers were crossed in front of him, as he laughed at her reaction. Zeta looked away, at the floor, unable to look at him. When she did, she could feel his cold red eyes looking deep into her.

He glided towards her, as she felt a cold spread through her body. Voldermort grabbed her face with one hand and looked her in the eye.

"Do you pledge your alligence to the Dark Lord?" He asked, baring into her. Zeta could feel his grip tighten on her chin, as he looked her over.

"Never." She spoke shortly, letting a victoriuos look cross her eyes.

"No?" He asked, letting go of her. "No?" He looked at Malfoy, "In my chambers, Malfoy, now." Draco dug his wand into her back, and walked around, shooting her a dark, evil look. The man in the corner followed, shooting her the same venimous stare.

The length of time Malfoy took in Voldermort's chambers seemed like an eternity. She was trying to listen to the conversation, as she felt her wounds begin to come. She could feel the deep slashes on her back, she could feel the grip on her arms slowly forming bruises. Zeta realized for the first time she had trouble breathing, and her ribs ached from when Malfoy had kicked her, and the fact they were broken and couldn't be fixed. She felt ready to faint for her vision was blurry and her head pounding. It wasn't until she heard Draco's screams of pain that truly became nervous though.

Voldermort stormed out of the chamber, cleary not happy. Malfoy followed with a new wound on his cheek, a small slit. He looked icly at Zeta. The DeathEater with the blonde hair held his cane as he returned to the corner of the room. Ready, for what looked like, a horrid event.

"You don't want to be a DeathEater?" Voldermort asked coldly, looking at her.

Zeta stayed silent.

"Answer me!" He shouted angrily. Zeta looked behind him at Malfoy. He held his wand steady, and mouthed words to her. She read his lips right away. Crucio. She tore her eyes away from him and stared at Voldermort.

"No."

Zeta quickly felt the heel of a palm hit the side of her jaw. She looked up from the floor, and realized who had hit her. Draco.

"You will do as I say, or be killed." He told her angrily, circling. Voldermort stood watching with an evil grin. Draco held his wand steady as she watched him. For the first time she had a fear. This was not the Draco that she had once loved. This wasn't the boy she had met on the train, or the one she wanted to kiss. This was the one he kept hidden, the one he lied to the world about. This was the real Draco.

"Listen to me. Do anything out of place, and I will kill you faster than you can plead for mercy." Draco continued to circle as Zeta watched, feeling her heart in her throat. "First, you will pledge your alligance." Zeta sat up, and opened her mouth. "Shut it, don't talk." She stayed silent, "Then you will stay a DeathEater, and fight for the dark, or I will personally kill you." She swallowed quickly, "Get up."

Zeta stayed where she was, unable to move. Frozen with a mix of fear, pain, and hatred.

"Get up." Draco aimed his wand, "Now."

She stood up, and faced Draco, cold, cruel hatred flowing through her veins.

"Hold out your left wrist."

Zeta did not move, suddenly realizing what she was doing. She didn't want to do this. Draco was forcing her into doing something she didn't want to do. Ron's words suddenly sounded in her head. What was happening?

"Don't make me tell you again!" Draco shouted angrily. She stood still.

"Arwin.." He began, circling again, "You don't want to go like this. I know you don't. Remember what you were thinking before. You wanted to do this. No one wants you. You're through, complete, thrown out. This is what you have left. I am willing to let you become a part of this. Hold out your wrist."

Zeta held strong, with the words of Draco echoing in her head. She had thought that, but for some reason, she didn't think it any longer. A picture of her father shown in her mind.

"Give me my ring." She told him coldly, sending a chill through her body from the pain.

"Your ring?" Draco laughed icly and stared her in the eye. "That is the least of your worries Arwin. No." He flashed his hand in front of her eyes, the ring still residing on his finger as if it was a prize he had gotten. He turned the ring so the jewel was on the inside of his hand. Draco raised his hand and slapped her, the sharp jewel dragging on her cheek, forming a large deep slit. "Do as I say Arwin."

"No." She told him angrily, knowing the consequences. Before she could even move, she felt a wave of pain throughout her body, as she fell to the floor. Crucio. On her hands and knees she could hear her own screams of pain. Her entire body ached, and her wounds felt ten times worse then when she had gotten them. Then it was over.

"Arwin, hold out your wrist." She did nothing, did not speak, did not move, just stayed where she was, ready for what he was going to do next. Once again she could feel the pain. Her head pounded, and her legs and arms shook violently. The blood in her viens burned as it spread throughout her already terribly painful body. The torture was truly unbearable. Then, as quickly as it had come, it was over.

"Hold out your wrist." Draco repeated, circling around her. She did nothing once again, unable to move from the excruciating pain. Draco kicked her in the stomach as she held it quickly.

She felt it again. Ten times worse than before. The blood underneath her skin began to tingle, turning cold under the terrible heat of before. Her head felt like it was being hit continously with a hammer. Dull knives were slowly slicing her skin. Her insides burned, and her entire body was in pain. Agonizing pain. Then it stopped.

"Hold it out." She couldn't handle it anymore. If she recieved anymore pain, even a small amount, she would truly die. Zeta slowly put out her wrist. Draco grabbed it quickly and pulled her off the ground.

She screamed out in pain, her whole body aching from the quick movement. Draco put her arm in front of Voldermort, as she bit her lip, holding back a scream of agony. The tears were running down her face, as she hated what she was doing.

Voldermort placed his wand on her wrist, as she felt the seething pain trace the outline of the mark. He lifted his wand, and Draco let go of her. She collasped onto the floor, the tears streaming down her face. Zeta grabbed her wrist and looked at it. She saw it, and felt her stomach go to her throat. She had done it. She had gotten the Dark Mark.

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- - Well, there it was, the hideousness that is Draco/Zeta. I can't believe at one point I put my life into this. It's shocking how horrible the grammar is, and how poorly it's written. Well, if you'd like to review, go for it. I'm all ears. Thanks for getting through it.

Catch you on the flip side.

Emily Malfoy