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Anyway, this chapter will not have as much darkness in it, but it won't' be the happiest thing yet. This is mostly just, like the last chapter, getting the plot into motion which may be boring at first, but in a couple of chapters we won't be concentrating on the entire week to week basis, but more for the yay plot! Stuff. So please bear with me as it takes awhile for the romance (Which WILL take longer then a couple chapters, but still).
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Mistress of the Night
Hogwarts: Home Sweet Home
I watched the sorting feast, listened to the sorting hat while starting to stare off. I hope I'm protected here… I mean… no one wants a dirty…filthy, mudblood bookworm, right? Oh gods and goddesses… I hope so. And yes, as you heard, I do believe in more then just one god or goddess. I looked around and sighed, and then of course, dinner started.
Who can guess what Ron and Harry did?
Yep. Eat. How like? Like pigs.
I just barely scratched my plate, and waited for Professor McGonagall to get up. I stared at the head table, waiting, ignoring the feeling that someone was watching me. It was disturbing, but I'm used to it. As it started to bother me more, as if more people were staring, the professor stood up and motioned us to meet her. I got up, telling the guys that I had to go, and followed her. Malfoy and I walked wordlessly as we got to a painting on the third floor.
The painting was of a little girl, in a blue summer dress with frizzy brown hair, just like me on that day before she saw that horrible sight, smiling innocently with innocent eyes. Naïve. There was a blond boy too that was a little taller than the girl, ice blue eyes, but innocent and smiling with his teeth, holding up a lollypop. For some reason, it reminded me of Malfoy. The kids were chatting together, on a hill top surrounded by cherry trees. It was beautiful, as there was a ball around if they wanted to play.
"Mione? Draco?" Professor McGonagall said and before Malfoy and I had the chance to be shocked…
"Mommy McGonagall!" They both cried out, giggling.
"I told you not to call me that!" Professor tsked.
"Sorry what's the password? Whisper it to me! You both get separate passwords!" My younger self giggled.
I whispered to her, without realizing what slipped out of my mouth "Mistress of the Night". I don't' know where that came from, I couldn't control it though.
Malfoy did the same thing for his younger self, as then we both walked in, and I gasped at it. It was beautiful. The common room, so to speak, was huge. There was one big couch, mostly black with some green and crimson worked into it. Then there were two loveseats, one crimson red and one forest green. The whole room was black, the stairs were gold. The room had a fireplace, different rugs, and had a room leading to a kitchen, his room marked by a snake, and my room marked by a lion.
I walked up to my room, thanking the professor, and opened the door and yet again, gasped. It was perfect. Black walls, black carpet, with blood red trimming. My sheets were blood red, with a mixture of black pillows. There was a black mink blanket on top, with a red rose design on it. My desk was Chinese antique, which was rare to find in the magical world, and so was my dresser. It was like a dream come true. Crookshanks was sleeping at the end of the bed, with his food automatically replenishing if needed to be, and the same with his water. I laid down on my bed, sighing happily, and relaxed. A couple hours to myself before I take a bath to get rid of the concealer and them put glamour on. I took out a book to read, the Ultimate Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. Its actually six books put in one, and its about – well. That isn't important I guess for right now. I just read up to where Arthur Dent meets Marvin, the depressed robot, when I noticed the time and saw it was 5pm. I heard the portrait slam closed so I figured Malfoy left, and I headed to the bathroom, making sure no one was there.
I put my robe down with a towel near the bath, and turned on the water. The bubble choices were bubblegum, lavender, rose, cherry blossom, jasmine… almost every flower there. Jees, then you could make your own. I just turned on the rose bubbles and stripped. I climbed into the bathtub after a minute, and let it rise to my neck then turned it off. I floated around, relaxing, when I heard the door open and I quickly stood, thanking god that the bubbles covered me while I was floating. I looked and saw Malfoy.
"What are you doing in here? Ever heard of knocking?" I asked, glaring.
"Well you're the mudblood around and I only have to go piss, so either look at me or not, I don't care. I'll leave right after this as long as you don't give me any attitude." He responded, starting to unzip his pants to prove the point.
I just sighed and looked away, not seeing the point in fighting. I gave up hope on fighting this summer, when things became worse. You could look at my back and see the design they whipped into my back. A bleeding rose. I just listened, and when he didn't leave when he was done, I asked…
"Why haven't you left yet?"
"What is that on your back?" He asked, starting to smirk. "A hickey?"
"None of your god damned business." I responded, thinking of a wandless spell that I wouldn't' get in trouble for.
"Come on Granger, you can tell me. I promise I won't tell everyone… just almost." He grinned then I pointed a finger up, and he looked up.
Right then, a bucket of ferrets dropped onto him. Did you know he's deathly afraid of them? He screamed like a sissy and ran out, thank god. After the door closed, they disappeared. I decided it wasn't that safe to be in here anymore, and I stepped out of the bath, putting on my robe and went to the body mirror. I made sure all doors were locked then put glamour on, and looked at myself. Good, no scars showing, and that's all I cared about. It would stay in effect until I took it off, a removing spell from someone more powerful than me, or if I ran out of magic. I put my robe back on, and headed to my bedroom to brush my hair. As I was brushing my hair, Malfoy barged into my room.
"Yes Malfoy?" I asked, glad my robe was on.
"You dropped this." He said with pure venom in his voice, and he threw something, which I dodged from reflex, which was a good thing.
Because, when it hit the mirror, an explosion happened. The explosion wasn't harmful to any non-living thing, and Crookshanks was out hunting thank god. I only got part of the impact, for the fact I was on the ground, and I felt it reopening scars and raised an eyebrow.
"Scar reopener?" I asked
"I wanted to see if it was a hickey or a scar on your back, and it must have been a hickey." He smirked, dropping another one on top of me without any warning, so I couldn't dodge and coughed, feeling every single scar reopen.
The scar reopener, was made within the last year to get the mark to show which side you were on, if Voldemort's, it would reopen and force you to bleed. Unfortunately, any scars you had also reopened. And guess how many I had? Tons.
I forgot to mention. It also reopens any cuts you have. I started to feel dizzy, and I could feel a puddle of blood start to form at the ground, and I was thankful the floor was black.
"Oh looky. Nothing shows. Now leave before I hex you into the next century." I said, getting my wand to prove my point and grinned evilly. I mastered that grin better then he did, sadly enough. He left, smirking and closed the door and I gasped for breath, getting dressed and ran out of the shortcut from my room.
Yet there's one problem. It goes through Slytherin territory, but that's the only way for me to get to a room of healing. It's a room I discovered during the war, that would stop bleeding no matter what, and the closest one was near Snape's rooms.
I ran near his office, but as soon as I got to outside the classroom, I slipped on my blood, falling down and unable to get up. I felt my magic disappearing, also because I could see my blood now. I looked up at the footsteps, seeing Goyle and Crabbe. They saw me, grinned, and forced me against the wall. I somehow regained my magic seeing them, but no physical strength, which I needed for wandless magic.
I was helpless, as they tore my clothes off, and any struggles I did they just banged me, forming a bruise, or broke a bone. By the time they were finally raping me, I had all my ribs broken, both wrists broken, and a serious head fracture. It was a wonder I was alive. I just hung onto life, till they were done and dropped me on my head, and after they left I started to crawl. I crawled to the healing room, where then I touched the fountain and I stopped bleeding, but I still had serious broken bones. I healed them with some spells, so they would be as good as new if they weren't broken for the rest of the day. I ran to my room as fast I could, and warded my room as best as I could, then went to sleep.
Little did I know that Lucius Malfoy was waiting for me…
Draco's POV
I was sitting in my room, thinking about the mudblood.She looked beautiful. I never thought I'd think about the mudblood that way. Long hair down to her waist, a light golden brown. Her famous chocolate eyes, a cute small nose, and she finally filled out. Curves that any girl would die for, and she was probably a C or D in bra's. Killer legs from what I could tell… Too bad she isn't a pureblood or I'd fuck her. At least I might get to see her naked in later. An owl came in without warning, and I knew it was from my dad. I opened the letter and it said…
To my dearest son,
You may see me around your school. Do not disturb me what so ever. Pretend you do not see me. I will be very busy with business, and if you disturb me, your mother will pay."
Love,
Lucius.
Figures. He's off raping some chick again, hopefully not getting him pregnant. I'll leave him alone, because I don't want mom to suffer. I really care for her… So much that I made the mudblood's life miserable earlier with the scar reopener. If she didn't have any scars, she's probably suffering a bad headache. Serves her right.
Sigh… why does she have to be so hot? And fuckable? Oh well… I'll just fuck pansy later.
I stepped into the bath, and slipped on something and saw…
A puddle of blood? It was huge. Did she really have scars? Eh. It was probably just fake; I shrugged it off and took a shower, then slept, never hearing the cries of agony from the next room.
End
Five pages again XD woohoo! Two chapters posted in a day! Even better! I know it isn't much, but hey. It's getting to the start . Probably some of you are wondering about the title, and I'm assuming I'll have the explanation sometime after chapter five.
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