Chapter 3

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A Dance by the Sea

The wind blew through my hair. It carried the scent of the depths. I couldn't stand looking at the man who sat in front of me, instead I looked at the sea. It was so free, so strong and so pure, with it's bubbly crowns of white. If only I could be as strong as the sea, as free as the wind.

"Thanks for paying my bill," as I said this, I opened my golden purse and grabbed a tiny vial, surrendering it's contents into my mouth.

The sound of the waves crashing upon the shore was all that was heard. He wouldn't speak to me. Quite frankly I couldn't bring myself to care. He was a monster, and I didn't care about him. Perhaps by not looking at him I could bury our past deep enough to believe this. Perhaps…

"You know, I did tell you next time we met I would kill you. I know I'm not ready to accomplish it, perhaps in a couple of years we would've been ready. Not so soon, certainly not today. So please draw your wand and let's cut the chase. Today is as good as any other day to die."

I stood from my chair, wand in hand. No sound was heard. He hadn't left his place in the chair.

"Stand up! Don't waste my time," I said with all the fury of my embittered heart.

Wood was heard against the rough floor. His long confident steps drew close. This was it. I would finally be free. In the end I was nothing but a coward. I simply couldn't stand being so close and yet so far away from him. No more of seeing grey eyes in Harry's green pools. No more longing.

He had come to stand just behind me. His lips brushed my ear.

"This once you'll break your word. I do wonder I can easily tell you are not in love with Potter, yet you've shared his bed. After all this years, if my memory serves me right, you refused to share mine because you wanted to be pure till marriage. Why did you change your mind? Look at me girl! That's an order."

I couldn't help the smirk that came over my face.

"I've never been your follower. You can't give me orders. Well, I guess you can, but I'm not following them."

I took a couple of steps away from him. His body heat was distracting.

"You are right, as always, Potter must be freezing this time of the year in that shabby cottage near the Norwegian Sea. I can easily get my followers there before your patronus reaches him. Now, you haven't answered my question."

He closed the space that separated us, with the softest voice he added, "Look at me. Now!"

I turned and looked. He was disguised as the boy I loved.

"Things change. He is everything that matters to me now. What I do with whomever I please is none of your business. Fight me and let's get this over with, Tom."

"You can lie to Potter, but not to me. I know you think of me, I can feel it. Every time your mind thinks of me I feel the caress of your thoughts. Drinking Cassiopeas' Fragrance will keep him safe only till sunset. Then I'll make sure he regrets touching what is mine."

He grasped my chin and made me look straight into his eyes. He was right I could lie to Harry, but never to him.

"He's taken good care of you, for that I might consider killing him when he begs for it."

In the background, music was playing. It was all going downhill. He knew where Harry was. He KNEW! I must escape, we must carry on. What for? What does it all matter? whispered a little voice inside my head. It matters because I cannot stand by while all of those innocents suffer I must…

"Dance with me little one. As we danced that night, that Christmas night, in Malfoy's home. That is the happiest memory I hold."

He let go of my chin and grabbed my hand, kissing my knuckles.

I let go of his hand, as if it had burned me. "Don't go there. It's not true, none of it ever was. In those nights I only endured your presence because I wanted you dead! So stop saying those things. It was all a lie."

I pointed my wand at him. Diamonds on my cheeks, ice on my heart.

He closed his eyes, as if I had slapped him. If I tore his heart he might stop wanting me by his side. I still had a chance at escaping I just needed to make him lose his cool.

"I knew. I always knew you wanted me death. It was the first thought I read off your mind when we met."

A smile graced his lips.

"That single thought made you the most fascinating creature I've ever met. Your mind was impenetrable from then on, but that first glimpse captured my heart. You were perfect in your uniform, not a single wrinkle, yet your eyes spoke of so much pain. I had never witness such purity. You were the first truly good person I met. I guess, I wanted to be good if only just be allowed close to your kindness. I saw such a strong image of who you were. That day I decided you'd be mine. For all the things the world had denied me, I deserved you. You would be mine to cherish, mine to love. For I love you Hermione. Your betrayal with Potter is the worst thing you could've done. You are a smart girl I know you'll understand why you must be punished. But for now, let us dance."

He ignored my wand pointed once more to his heart and took my hand once more. I panicked. Dancing with him was far more dangerous for me than fighting him. If I danced with him, I would open the door to my love for him. A door which might lead me to betraying Harry, and in doing so, I would betray myself. I threw the killing curse at him.

His eyes opened wide in astonishment. He never expected me to do it. I did it with a true desire to kill him. My wand movements, intention and incantation had been perfect. It was the most perfect spell I had ever cast.

Yet, no green light came from my wand. I stared dumbfounded at the wand Harry had bought me. It had always felt weird in my grasp, but it had never failed me, till now.

Laughter in his deep, melodious voice reached my ears. With a wave of his hand he sent my wand flying. He grabbed both of my hands and put them behind his neck. "So you've got it in you. I must be quite evil if I've made you step over the boundaries your conscience holds so unwaveringly. I forgot to mention that little patronus you sent to Potter is the last piece of magic you will be able to do till I see fit. You see, I made quite the work on the chair you sat. I hold your magic and I won't return it to you. Being just like your filthy muggle parents for a while is part of your punishment."

My heart froze. I was defenseless and he was beyond angry. I could hear it in his voice, feel it in the magic around him. Never before had I seen him like this. I felt defeated. He was offering me this moment in his arms before he sent me to the wolfs. He wanted me to have something to hold on to.

I decided to take this gift. I deserved it. I had suffered enough. Resting my head on his shoulder I danced with him. I could hear his heart beating. I could feel his hands on my heaps. He twirled me, and I giggled. In his arms I found heaven.

Too soon did it all end. He kissed me with such a passion. Breaking the kiss he looked beyond my head.

"Malfoy, this is your new slave. Treat her like the mudblood she is. Make her suffer. Use her, beat her, torture her, remind her who she really is. It's time someone taught her, her place."

Saying this he pushed me at Malfoy's feet.

By his spite I knew hell.