Author's note: woohoo reviews! Sorry about the cliffhanger in the previous chapter, guys, I just had to stop there :x forgive me~ and here's the next chapter! Like I mentioned before, my updates could take a few days or more due to school stuff…Then again, the next update just could be TOMORROW too :D But anyways, Iookie what I've got! Chapter 13 of Acceptance :D Feel free to read, review and enjoy.
Acceptance
Chapter 13
The Torturer and the Tortured
Unknown to me, someone had already gotten nearer to Draco than I was. Someone had somehow gotten into the Gryffindor common room. Someone had found a way past the 'all powerful' Neville Longbottom, the only one there to guard Draco. Someone had located my room. Someone had smirked with pleasure as he turned the doorknob. Someone…was 'slytherin' in for the kill…
Blaise Zabini fiddled for a moment with the knob before deciding it was locked and Alohomora-ed it open. Just as he was about to step into the room, Neville made another attempt to subdue the intruder.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Zabini? How did you even find out the Gryffindor password?" He shouted, aiming his wand at the Slytherin. Blaise shook his head, " I have ways of getting what I want. You, on the other hand, do not. Lower that wand, fatass, I'm just here to claim something that belongs rightfully to the Slytherin house."
"You even try to lay your filthy hands on Draco Malfoy and I swear I'll…"
"You'll what, Gryffindork?"
"Look, he belongs to Harry now, so just back off!"
"Hell no. I came here for him, and I'm going to get him whether freaking Potter likes it or not. Petrificus totallus!"
Neville fell onto the ground, frozen with a hideous expression on his face which looked as if he was about to swear. But nevertheless, he could do nothing except watch the intruder knock on the door.
Draco, who was playing with Ron's shoes and making them dance, heard the gentle knocking and immediately his face lit up, "Harry! Harry! You home early! Draco missed you! Did Harry miss Draco?" As he struggled to reach for the doorknob, the door swung open and threw him off his feet, hitting him in the face. Draco rolled over, grimacing slightly and looked up. His face was contorted into a fierce Malfoyish glare when he saw who it was at the door, "you not Harry…"
"Of course I'm not, Malfoy. That would be an insult. Now come along, time to go home."
"Draco is home!"
"What the fuck is wrong with you? We're in the GRYFFINDORK common room. You need to return to the Slytherin common room where you belong."
"Draco not Slythery! Draco Griff-dor! Fwuck off!"
Blaise paused for an awkward moment due to the unexpected swear from Draco. –cough cough- courtesy of Ron Weasley –cough-
"That's it…Come here, Malfoy, you little shit!" Blaise snarled as he reached for the three year old, who rolled under the bed. Draco was frightened, nobody had tried to grab him so harshly like that before. And he believed he was a Gryffindor now, no way was he going back with the damn Slytherin!
"REDUCTO!"
The bed exploded above Draco's head as he screamed in fear. "You can't hide from me, Malfoy." Blaise snatched him up by his head and sent a punch at his ribs, laughing sadistically as his victim clutched his chest in agony. "Now, now, I don't mean to hurt you, but it's just what we Slytherins do. We simply adore seeing others in pain, regardless of who it is. Besides, you're a Slytherin, you'll get used to it-oh WAIT! You've always been the one bossing all of us around, of course you're not used to being the target instead. You know what, Malfoy? Tables have turned. I'm the boss of you now. And I say we return to our common room so I can torture you some more."
With that, Blaise kidnapped Draco and departed from the Gryffindor common room, leaving Neville petrified, and the room in an absolute mess.
~~~MEANWHILE~~~
"Hey guys, I think we should head back to the common room."
"Harry, class is about to start in like 10 minutes."
"I don't know, I have a tingling feeling at the back of my head telling me to go back or something bad's going to happen. Weird."
"Yeah, weird. Whatever, mate. Just stay put. I'm sure everything's alright."
"Okay…" I sighed and returned to my seat in class. "I hope you're right, Ron…"
~~~MEANWHILE~~~
Blaise headed for his room, with a struggling Draco under his cloak. He was greeted by Crabbe and Goyle at the entrance. Grinning devilishly, he smirked, "Guess who's back…" and he lifted the cloak, revealing the smallest member of their house. "Holy shit, Potter let you take him back?" Crabbe and Goyle shouted in unison. "No, you dumb fucks. I snagged him back. I told you guys before, whatever I want, I GET. Now if you two don't mind, I'm taking Malfoy to my room to get him more…comfortable in this new, homily environment…" Blaise said as he made his way to his room. The two didn't move a muscle, watching their fellow Slytherin take their former ringleader away.
The moment the door closed, Draco was flung onto the floor with such a large amount of force that Blaise swore he heard bones crack. Draco struggled to get up, filled with a mixture of pain and confusion. Why was this guy attacking him for no reason?
"Take…" Draco shot his attacker the familiar glare. "Take…Draco…back…HOME!"
"Malfoy, you ARE home! God, what the hell did the Gryffindorks do to you? You're freaking brainwashed by them!"
"Draco wanna go home! Draco wanna find Harry!"
"He's the reason you've become like this, isn't he? You know what, someone's got to knock some sense into you, and I'd GLADLY be the one to have the honor of doing so."
Before Draco had any chance to fully restore his energy back, Blaise had pinned him against the wall and punched him in the stomach. Tears were already starting to well up in the tormented grey eyes. It was a bad time to be punched in the stomach right after a series of heavy meals…
Blaise tilted his head for a moment, "Malfoy, you've gotten fat. What ever happened to the skinny bastard I knew?" Draco didn't respond, too stunned by the sudden pain. Blaise then bared his teeth sadistically, "you know, you make a pretty good punching bag. I wonder why I never realized that before." Then he began poking at Draco's slightly rounded tummy that contained the four meals Neville had fed him, which was something Draco absolutely hated. Poking and prodding always made his stomachaches worse. Although he wasn't having a stomachache now, the punch to his tummy was already as good as one. Draco quivered in fear, sensing another punch coming. He squeezed his eyes shut, he wasn't going to open them again… "not until Harry comes!" he thought.
The next few minutes were the same as the ones before, if not worse. Blaise seemed to take delight in abusing his former 'friend', if that's what he called it. Draco was thrown around, kicked, punched, slapped, smashed and he could do nothing in his defense. Blaise was way too fast, Draco was way too small and weak to run away, let alone attack back. All he could do was stay abused until Blaise got tired. And hopefully…hopefully…
"Harry…please…help…"