Hello my readers. Ok I lied. I said I was going to make you wait at least a week before I posted again, but it just didn't seem fair. I'm not a very patient person, so I shouldn't expect any of you to be. Anyways I have been sick all week so I have had lots of time to write. So here it is my lovelies, enjoy!


Chapter Two

Draco's POV:

At an ungodly hour in the morning when the chill of the night still clung to the world, a wave of intense nausea woke me violently from my restless sleep. I bolted out from the warmth of my bed into the bathroom and fell to my knees in a deafening thunk and leaned over the toilet bowl. I then retched heavily until my body trembled with the force. All the while chocolate colored eyes swam in the line of my vision. The same eyes that filled my night.

I wiped the spittle that clung in a spiders thread from my pale lips to the continents in the bowl on my sleeve then slumped against the cold, hard floor tiles. My whole body throbbed with a dull ache that would neither increase nor decrease to satisfy either one of my needs.

I laid there in the darkness, just listening to my breathing for longer than I should have. But I didn't know what else to do.

My muscles and joints protested the hard surface that I had chose to lie on, but I didn't think I deserved the warmth of my quilts. Not after last night. I didn't deserve to breath after last night. Never in my life had I done something so underhanded. Everything that Potter had ever said about me had come true. I was an evil little bastard who only thought of myself.

But no… that wasn't true. I thought about her the whole time. I made sure to be as gentle as I could be. I took my time. I did everything I could. But was there more that I could have done for her? 'I could have said no' my mind responds. But no, I argue. If I refused, she would have been placed with someone else who wouldn't have thought about her at all.

'NO!' My mind screamed, interrupting me from my thoughts. I shouldn't care about her. She's, she's a Weasley! She's poor and freckled and what's worse is she's a blood traitor. That was almost worse then being a mudblood! I told this to myself a few times but still the guilt builds, drowning me in the sickening pressure.

"Urgh!" I growl. "What's wrong with me?" I ask myself aloud as I scrape myself off the cold tiles.

'I'm a Malfoy for Merlin's sake. I shouldn't be worrying about mudbloods and weasels. What's next? Worrying about house elves?'

Gods, I was starting to sound like Potter. Scowling to myself with the irony of that last thought I began to peal my clothes off to ready myself for a much-deserved shower. Yes, I would take a steaming hot shower until the germs of that filthy muggle lover washed off of me. Then I would start to think more like myself again. I grinned, savoring the brilliancy of my plan.

I shivered as I stepped into the tub and quickly turned the knob to the right allowing scolding hot water to rush over my body. I sighed in satisfaction and leaned against the wall, too tired to really hold myself upright.

I lathered my favorite washcloth with my favorite soap and cleaned myself as best I could. I had actually made myself believe that there were germs on me that were infecting the way I think. But whatever I believed or imagined I was now clean and feeling 100 more myself.

Slowly, I made my way into my room. I felt a little dizzy after my hot shower. Steamy showers can do that to a person but so can vomiting everything in one's stomach. Nevertheless, my complexion was pristine, my hair was pulled back perfectly, and my expression told of nothing. I was the absolute vision of being a Malfoy. Now if only I could get more sleep so that these damn circles under my eyes would go away. Perhaps another sleeping drought from Father's collection would be needed for tonight. It would only be one, I'm sure he wouldn't mind.

Looking around the darkened room, I peek a glance at the mantle clock. It reads 4:30. I sigh in frustration. I can hardly believe what time it is and yet it makes all the sense in the world.

I haven't even slept a full seven hours since I've been home. I don't know what exactly I have been running on. Perhaps fear.

Yes, that's probably it. Between my Aunt and her 'teachings' and the Dark Lord lurking throughout the manor fear runs through my veins pumping through my blood, circulating around my heart… If I even still have one left that is. I've noticed once you're a death eater long enough you loose it. I should know. My father lost his long time ago.

Fortunately, I am not a death eater as of yet. Yes, it's a shock, but the Dark Lord doesn't see me fit to become one… yet. I don't blame him. I couldn't even kill a defenseless old man.

Hmm, that moment will literally haunt me until the day I die. I can't figure out why though. I don't know which makes my life more of a disgrace, that I didn't kill him, or that I didn't step aside and join the light. (Yes, I, Draco Malfoy, was offered a chance to join Potter.) A small part of me wishes I had…. I shake my head, tossing away my thoughts.

'For god's sake' I think, 'The Dark Lord could be anywhere and he can read fricken minds!'

"I must have a death wish!" I sigh, traipsing back to my inviting bed. After all I still had a couple hours left to sleep, or at least attempt to sleep. But I know well enough that my mind is racing, all the same I still cover my self up and close my eyes and try to even my breathing. Then I begin to count. Closer to sleep, each number brings me. One, two, three, four, five, six…sev-

I awoke, luckily, just when I needed to. Breakfast would be served in about fifteen minutes, just enough time to get down to the dinning room. It would be a sin if I was late and would pay dearly for it.

The Dark Lord made it a habit to join Father, Mother, and I for meals. In a way he was like the crazy uncle that lived up in the attic, but that wouldn't be correct. He slept in my mother's room along with my Aunt. Which meant he was just down the hall from my room.

I tried not to think about that, but the thought would just randomly pop up, 'sort of like now'. I thought with a bemused smirk. I chanced a glance of the clock. I was going to be late…the very thing I didn't want to be.

Briskly, I walked out from my room and down the hall, trying to make as little noise as possible. I shivered, even though it was the beginning of June.

The Manor was kept at a near freezing temperature, except for the Library, My Father's study, the main parlor, dining room, and master bedroom- all of the rooms that the Dark Lord occupied. The rest of us would have to suffer through the cold and just get use to it. I never got use to it though. I detested being cold, and was almost getting excited about going back at school where it would be warm and even if it wasn't I would be allowed to use a warming charm on myself.

Rubbing my hands together and blowing some hot air onto them I quickly dashed to the dining room. I had a minute or so to make myself present before I was considered late.

A Malfoy was never late, not even fashionably. However, one should never be too early and seem desperate. I smirked, knowing how well I have always done with this rule, even today when I would have liked to stay in the vastness of my covers until I didn't feel like shit if that was even possible.

Opening the dining room double doors, I made my way to my seat, mumbling a polite greeting to my mother and father. The Dark Lord was not yet present. He usually made his entrance a minute or so after I arrived so that if I arrived after, I would know I was in trouble. I sighed and slid into my chair next to my mother.

She cast a worried look towards me and then looked away to her empty china plate. I looked up at my father for a moment then quickly looked away. After last night, I couldn't possibly look either one of them in the eye. Not after what they had witnessed. So I avoided their glances and stares like the plague and sipped at my pumpkin juice.

"Draco," My mother says, breaking the almost welcomed silence.

"Hmm," I ask, acknowledging her while still sipping at my juice just to have something to do. Softly, she places her hand on mine from under the table. I flinch and slide my hand away from hers. I don't want her to touch me; after all I blame her for everything that has happened to me over the last year.

I know it doesn't seem fair, for she's just playing her part like the rest of us. On the other hand, as my mother, I expected more of her. I expected her to be strong and to protect me but she isn't strong and she couldn't protect me even though she tried so hard ever since last year.

"A-are you alright?" I look over to her with a look of utter disbelief. She doesn't expect me to answer, does she? I can't even believe that she had the gall to ask such an obvious question. "I mean," she catches herself in the midst of her brainless question and tries again. "You don't look that well, are you sick?"

"Narcissa, stop coddling the boy," My father scolds in a note of desperation. I understand his meaning. Any moment the Dark Lord could appear. And the last thing I needed was to have him know about my ill health.

"I'm fine, mother," I say in an overly polite manner, almost as if I'm speaking to a complete stranger. She catches this and nods, while blinking back tears. For a moment I feel sorry for her, but that feeling quickly is forgotten once the Dark Lord apperates into the room.

We all stand, and wait for him to be seated. I just stare at the table and wait for our plates to fill up with food since that is a signal that he has situated himself and is ready for the rest of us to take our seat.

Once my plate is full of pancakes and sausage, I sit but continue to glare at my plate. My stomach is still doing cartwheels and this is the last thing that I wanted but I take my fork and start eating anyway, knowing I would need my strength.

No one says anything. Our silverware clinks against our dishes. The sound is unsettling and puts everyone on edge but it's something I'm use to. This is how meals are supposed to be, uncomfortable.

I scrape my fork back and forth, distractedly, and count the minutes until this horrible ordeal is over with and I can go back to my room until Bellatrix wants me.

"Draco," I look up, startled to hear my name called. He's looking at me.

"Yes, my Lord," I ask in a raspy whisper as I set down my fork on my unshed napkin. He takes his goblet in his hand and takes a sip before continuing. During this moment or two, I loose all self-control.

What could he possibly want now? What's so interesting about me that he keeps calling on me? Last year, I would have thought it an honor but now, after I found out that last year he was only trying to kill me, I find it unsettling to be called upon, especially by my Christian given name.

"I wanted to give you the second part of your gift." What now? Did I have to kill the girl? No, that couldn't be it. He knew I couldn't kill. If I had been able to I would be in a heck of a different predicament. No, I would probably be in the same mess, but I would be enjoying raping and torturing a defenseless girl. This was all purely to get back at me for being such a coward.

"Nigini has been keeping an eye out on your little pet, but she grows restless with toying with her." He places his goblet down and stares at me. I bow my head to stare at my uneaten food. "I thought perhaps you could look after her, keep her… company." He smiles at this. I wince slightly, understanding completely what he means by keeping her company. I was supposed to make her my whore and have her more miserable than she already was. 'Fucking fantastic' my mind screams as I hold back a groan.

"Thank you, my Lord."

"And Draco, I have noticed that you barely touched your breakfast, perhaps you should take some to your pet. I'm sure she's hungry after last night's activities." I nod as my cheeks tinge pink. I glance up and notice both my parents bow their heads at this as well.

They were just as ashamed as I was, except I think they were ashamed of me for touching a Weasley. Command or not they would have been prouder if I had turned it down and died with some dignity. But having the choice of having sex with a rather pretty girl, or dying, I was going to pick the girl, even if she was a Weasley.

Without another word, I slip away from the table. Just as I placed my hand on the door handle, I hear my name being called once more. I turn to see that once again the Dark Lord has summoned me.

"She must be parched." He levitates a glass goblet and sends it my way. I take a firmer grip on the plate in my hand and reach out for the goblet as it grazes my fingertips. "Make sure she drinks every last drop." I nod once in understanding and turn back to the door to make a silent exit.

As soon as I'm out of the room, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I could have sworn that these meals have worsened with each passing day.

While I made my way to the dungeons I occupied my mind with various questions that should be answered before I ended up making a fool of myself. These questions ranged from how I should act, and what I would say, to what I would do. The answer to all of these so far was 'I don't know'.

I thought a little harder about the first question and decided I should think up a relatively good answer for it. What I came up with was I would act like how she expects me to act. She may be the only person here who respects me. And why does she respect me? Simple. She respects me because she fears and hates me. This question answered helped me greatly with the next two.

I would say and do what she expects me to. She expects me to tease her, to rub in the fact that she was kidnapped, make her feel worse about her predicament, and above all else make her feel the shame that I felt about last night. I wanted her to feel like dirt just because I did. I smirked; feeling like this all might work out until I reached the dungeon doors. Then all my confidence spilled out of me as if I had been knocked over.

"Alohomora." The door opened with a sharp click. I took a deep breath and walked in. The room was dark and smelled of mildew. My face scrunched up in disgust. I took a few steps in the dark then remembered Nigini was somewhere in here. I felt my face pale with the thought. Quickly I placed the food and goblet on the floor and felt around for my wand in the pocket of my cloak. "Lumos." I whispered as soon as I found it.

It took me a moment to adjust to the light before I found the girl. She was huddled in a corner, cowering away from Nigini, who sat a foot away from her. I didn't know parseltongue but I was willing to try to hiss out a phrase or two to get her to go away, but luckily as soon as she sensed me she began to slither to the door. I watched her leave and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What do you want?" The girl bit out but she did sound truly curious and just a bit wary. I was momentarily taken back nonetheless. I had just got rid of the ruddy snake that had been terrorizing her all night and what do I get back in return? A snappy 'What do you want'. I cock an eyebrow in amusement and sneer.

"Now is that any way to speak to your lover?" She glares at me while her fists clench at her sides. I don't blame her; it was a pretty underhanded remark. I probably shouldn't have said it but how else was I supposed to make her feel like dirt?

She opens her mouth to say something but I cut her off. "I have a headache so I rather not listen to your idle prattling, just eat." I kick her the plate, allowing some of the contents to spill on the floor. She looks down in disgust at the now soiled sausages but picks one up anyways. I smirk. She definitely was a Weasley. Only her kind would eat from the floor.

"Do you have to watch me?" She asks after several minutes of me practically just staring.

"I'm bored," I reply mater-o-factly. "So it's either me watch you nibble at your food and sniffle at your snot or we could do something a little more interesting." I raise my eyebrows with the suggestion and throw in a rude hand gesture just to spike her irritation. Her face turns red and for a moment she looks like she's about to burst into tears. I roll my eyes and sigh.

"Weasley, I'm teasing you. I wouldn't touch you with the end of my broomstick." She opens her mouth but I cut her off once again. "Last night wasn't my doing. It was a command. Nothing more, nothing less." She nods then turns away from me and wipes at her eyes. She's crying. Merlin I made her cry again. This time I didn't even mean to, in fact I thought by defining last night for what it really was would calm her down a bit.

"Do you know you raped me of my virginity?" I wince at the reminder. How was it I was trying to be reasonably civil and she was out for blood? She was there last night too. Did she not understand what I did for her? I might have robbed her of her virginity but it wasn't like I did it because I wanted to and not once did I physically hurt her.

"I was vaguely aware of the fact," I say in my most pompous tone with one of my most arrogant smirks to tie it all off. She stands and for a moment I panic. After all this was the girl who hexed me with the bat bogey hex during my fifth year but then I remember that she didn't have a wand.

"You cruel, slimy, hateful bastard," she shrieks taking a step towards me. My smirk grows wider, for it was a pretty gutsy move she had just made. She's a feisty one. I should have known that by now just by how she conducted herself the night before.

"If I were you, Weasley, I would sit back down like a good little girl."

"Damn you all to hell Malfoy!" She lunges at me, hand poised to hit me. I wait for her to strike and when she does I grab her by the wrists and spin her around till her back is pressed into the wall. I pin her there under my body and raise her hands above her head, exactly like I had done last night. She probably could do with a little reminder after the way she has been treating me.

"This just in my little Delilah," I whisper in her ear. "I'm already in hell and your stuck with me." I spin her around again then throw her backwards. She stumbles on her feet and crashes hard against the stone floor. I cringe as she cries out. 'Good job Draco, you broke her wrist,' I think as I watch her begin to nurse her wrist tenderly. Sighing I search in my pocket for my wand.

"S-stay away from me," she warned as she coiled against the wall. I felt like such an arse. I didn't mean to push her so hard. My intention was never to hurt her, just make my point clear. Apparently I had made it crystal clear.

I sighed and knelt down so that I was eye level with her. "I'm not trying to hurt you, okay?" She looked at me suspiciously. I didn't blame her. I wouldn't trust me if I was her either. "Really Weasley I didn't mean to push you so hard." I reach for her wrist but she cowers away. I growl in frustration and look around. My eye catches sight of the goblet. Maybe it would calm her down if she had a bit of water.

"Accio goblet," I say. The goblet skids into my hand. I offer a tiny smile of reassurance as I hand her the drink.

"You probably poisoned it." She's right, I think. It probably is. But I didn't do it. And for all I know it really is just water.

"No I didn't, see." I lift the goblet higher so she can see it in the light. Through the glass all you can see is a clear liquid. But I knew there was a number of potions that were clear and gave off no scent. An example would be Veratisium.

"I'm not stupid, Malfoy." I should have known she would know forth year potions. After all wasn't she in my advanced potions? Yes, she sat with Potter and the Mudblood but she always seemed to blend in.

"Alright, would it help if I sampled it?" She raises her eyebrows in shock. I take it as a yes. I look down at the goblet and sigh. This had to be the most foolish thing I have ever done in my life. Once again proving that doing nice things for people was just dumb.

I raised it to my lips and took a tiny sip. It didn't taste or smell like anything. It was just water. I smirk and hand her the goblet. She takes it without another word but still doesn't drink it.

"I don't care whether you drink it or not, just know that that's all your getting till I decide to give you more." She nods feebly and takes a sip. This sip was obviously to confirm that I wasn't lying. She looked up at me once more to watch my facial expression then she began to gulp down the drink. It was rather disgusting but I allowed it to continue. The faster she drank, the faster she would allow me to mend her wrist.

I watched her down the last drop from the goblet. I then opened my mouth to ask if I could now fix her wrist before she did more damage to it. But as soon as I opened my mouth she cried out in anguish.

"Weasley?" I dropped down by her side not sure what to do as she clutched her stomach in obvious pain. My whole mind went blank. From her trembling fingers, the goblet fell, breaking into a thousand pieces. This interruption was exactly what I needed to get my thoughts together and think strait though.

"Reparo," I cried, aiming my wand at the shards. I looked at my wand in confusion for a moment. I couldn't believe I was able to remember a spell. For a moment I couldn't even remember that I was a wizard. I shook my head and focused back on her.

She was looking up at me with terrified eyes. I wanted to tell her that everything was going to be okay. But I didn't know if everything was. I wanted everything to be okay. But I didn't know how to do that.

"You did this," she bit out through clenched teeth before she let out another agonizing groan.

"No-I…I'm sorry." I didn't know why I said this. After all I really didn't do anything but Merlin I felt horrible. I just hoped that if I apologized, something I rarely did, that everything would stop. She looked up at me in horror.

'Well if she didn't believe me before she sure as hell didn't believe me now after I practically told her I did it with that stupid apology'. I shook my head frantically.

"Really, I don't know what's wrong." I made a gesture towards her and she leaned closer to the wall, if that was even possible, then lunged forward and began to wretch.

I moved out of the way just in time and made my way behind her to pull back her crimson hair from her too pale face. Once she was done, I ushered her against me to rest for a moment while I absentmindedly stoked strands of her hair from her forehead. She felt like ice. I wrapped my cloak around her, hoping that it would help. But I doubted it would, seeing as how I wore it everywhere and still froze.

"Why would you do this?" She asked in a small tired voice as she wrapped the heavy material tighter around herself.

"Honest, I didn't do anything." I know that she had no reason to trust me but in all reality she didn't have any means not to either. I never once picked on her in school, just her brothers and friends. But I suppose that was just as bad.

"I believe you Malfoy," she whispered as she closed her eyes.

"Why?" It didn't make sense. After all wasn't I the evil death eater who raped her just last night? She wasn't supposed to take my word for anything. Didn't she know me at all?

"I-" She cut herself off with a yawn.

"You what, Weasley?" She stirred in my arms trying to get more comfortable then sighed in satisfaction.

"I just do." I nodded, even though it made no sense but for that moment in time it made all the sense in the world.


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