part 6
The cold penetrated her bones and it made them chatter. The stone that covered the whole castle sealed it in. There was no warmth, no feeling, the smell of blood, dirt, and must permeated the air constantly. She couldn’t remember time at all, how long had she been in this hell? She didn’t know her days bleed together weeks ago, maybe months. She sat shivering in the corner of her cell. Her hopes dwindled everyday along with her strength and will. It was hard not to in this dark time. She held on still though, to what little strength, and stubborn power she had left.
He wouldn’t come some days. Other days she prayed, begged silently for the sanctity of her cell as he cursed her, beat her, ripped away her pride, trampled her self-respect, Hell had a name and it was Malfoy. He didn’t allow anybody else near her. Her father could come if he so pleased…naturally. He never did. She leaned her head back against the shivering wet stone wall, her arms rested on her knees. Her body trembled again and she attempted to tuck herself together as close together as possible, to try and sleep. Something she got very little of.
Harry sat in the hideout of the Order. Something he did a lot of, everybody did a lot of. Their hunt for Ravyn turned up nothing and still they hunted. They knew in their guts, they wouldn’t find her once he got a hold of her. They had to try, with everything they had. She was their friend and allie, more then she was a threat. Dumbledore knew Voldemort had a plan. What it was nobody knew. Snape disappeared when she did. Nobody had any contact with him at all, he vanished. They knew it had to be connected. Attacks had even been sparring as of late, which fueled the fire of what was he up too. All they knew was it had something to do with Ravyn. Yes she was his daughter, and what? Things weren’t adding up. Something was brewing, something very eerie. Something only Voldemort knew about. He had a horrible feeling that they all would find out soon enough.
Draco walked through the passages once again. He had been gone for a week attending to things that needed to be done for Voldemort, increasingly agitating his father no doubt. Seeing as Draco was quickly closing in on his father’s position in the dark circle. He changed hurriedly to go and see his prisoner. Her reprieve for a week would no doubt replenish her biting animosity. He made it down to her cell to find her balled into the corner facing the wall.
With a wave of his hand the bars vanished to let him through. He walked over to her, kneeling down by her. She was asleep. He ran his finger down her arm and she jerked as the touch tickled her and her eyes fluttered open slightly. “Did you miss me?” His mockingly sweet drawl asked. He watched as she startled awake and scooted into the corner in fear until looking at him and she…..relaxed? She looked-- relieved to see him. His brow furrowed slightly wondering what would provoke this kind of reaction.
His thought was quickly interrupted at her response. Her nasty mask sliding on quickly to cover everything else. “Oh yes, I couldn’t wait, I kept constant vigilance of your return” She droned in a monotone bored voice.
“I see you haven’t lost your charming disposition,” Came his sarcastic reply as he grabbed her arm dragging her up. She winced as his fingers dug into old bruises. “Come precious, we have some catching up to do.”
He drug her out of the cell leading her by his grip in her upper arm and she jerked it away roughly rubbing the welts he left “I know the way” He gave a soft grunt with a sideways grin at her.
“Then walk” He pointed his wand at her back jabbing it and she whimpered slightly as she began to walk the well traveled path to his room.
He pushed her in forcefully as he shut and charmed the door. She watched him wearily. He glanced at her; she averted her gaze quickly to look at the wall. He walked over and poured himself a drink watching her curiously. “You seem different, jumpy even. Like I suddenly frighten you” He laughed at the last part. Knowing damn well she fought hard to never show her fear. She rolled her eyes with snort at his remark. He sauntered over to her. She visibly tensed. He ran a finger over her collarbone softly. She shoved his hand away. He grabbed the wrist of her hand swiftly and twisted her arm back. She fell to her knees, her mouth twisted into a gasp.
“Now you know better than that.” He took a drink nonchalantly as he stood over her. She gritted her teeth as she brought her fist up in anger to hit him in the crotch. He jerked her arm back roughly and she yelled in pain as her body twisted with him to ease the pressure. He set his drink down staring at her menacingly. “Why do you insist on trying to destroy my manhood?” He tilted his head in an angry question.
“You have no manhood” She spit disgustingly on his shoes. It only fueled his anger. His eyes narrowed and he grabbed her hair, ripping her off the floor and throwing her across a few feet onto his bed. She jerked up quickly to look at him, as she did he was there to backhand her. She flew sideways and off the bed with the power of it.
He walked over to where she fell watching as she got up to a sitting position. “You know I have manhood, it’s even been in that pretty little mouth of yours” He ran a finger gently over her swelling lip.
“If you think that’s manhood, taking advantage of women. Taking what you want when they won’t consent. You are all the same” Her tone was vile and full of contempt.
His hand came down with lightning speed connecting with her jaw. Knocking her to the floor as she coughed as the blood seeped into her mouth, the force of it jerking her head into the floor. “How dare you insinuate that I would rape a woman!” The low growl of his voice sent a shiver through her.
She pushed herself up once again “You have-Me” She twisted to meet his gaze, “Might have been oral but rape just the same.”
He pursed his lips into a thin line as he eyed her “I was young and stupid. I have changed. I would never.” He vowed fervently.
“Men don’t change once an abuser always an abuser. You are all the same, Death Eaters” She spat the words like they were a disease. She pushed herself to her feet. “You are a dark, cold, vicious boy” The whisper of her words dripped in conviction against him. He was alarmed at her viciousness. His chest heaved in fury. His wand whipped out and the force of the ‘Crucio’ sent her against the wall as she screamed in pain. When he finally lifted it she panted but continued. “You were born an evil bastard and you will die one. You are nothing but another arrogant, prejudiced, asshole Malfoy. You rape, pillage, and kill in cold blood like every other Malfoy and Death Eater. You’ll never be anything but my father’s minion. An exact replica of your father. You will always be nothing” She panted as she now stood again face to face with him. He stared at her. He narrowed his eyes at her , angry and curious. Something was definitely different about her.
“The sudden contempt, the sudden convictions….” He eyed her putting his wand to her throat. “I would never, ever. I will say this once, and only once because it’s due for what I did. I’m sorry……I am NOT my father”
Her eyes widened and she began to laugh lightly right in his face, till it turned into full blown manic laughter. “You think that makes up for it, she growled. I hate you!” Her scream was sudden and livid. “You are a disgusting loathsome creature. I hope you rot in hell!” She stepped closer angrily. “You will pay one day, and I hope I am there to see it. I want front row seats when you die, to watch you suffer and scream.”
He smirked at her suddenly and with another flick of his wrist she was in a ball on the floor in agony as she screamed, he laughed. “You don’t get it do you, he circled her. You will never get out of here. You either join or die. If you don’t stand side by side with your father he’ll kill you. You think if you ever went back they would keep you alive and free, if they didn’t sentence you to Azkaban for who your father is they’ll kill you.” He laughed as he released the curse. He pulled her up and as she went to speak he wrapped his hand around her throat and pinned her to the wall with the grip so she had to look at him. “You are too much of a threat, they kept you in hopes of keeping you for their efforts in the war, now that you have been tainted though.” He shook his head at her clucking his tongue as if reprimanding a child. “If you ever did get out, you die. Your only chance of survival is to join your father…...”
Her eyes bore into his hers narrowed lightly as the statements sunk in. “Take me back to my cell Malfoy”
“Why?” He looked at her chest rise and fall with her heavy breathing. He ran his hand up her side and over the outside of her breast. She closed her eyes against the fire that burned for his touch. Just like it always had since she first saw him. He had always fascinated her with the tales Harry and the others would tell her, and seeing him herself when she went to Hogwarts. She wanted something forbidden. Something dark.
She gritted her teeth against it and opened her eyes to see his gray ones staring right into her. She turned her head quickly knowing exactly what he was trying to do. She could feel it, him trying to pry into her thoughts. “Your antics don’t work with me Malfoy”
He chuckled “Smart little witch aren’t you?” He slid his body up against hers, and she closed her eyes shuddering from his body heat. It licked the flames of her betraying body. “Again the shiver. Is it disgust?......or lust?” the whispered question tickled her ear as his teeth nipped it. She bit her lip against the moan. His hand roamed down her body and her eyes snapped open as his hip grazed the wounds across her pelvis. The wounds he didn’t inflict. She yelled in pain as hard as she tried to bite it back. He looked at her, she was hiding something. He watched her and gauged her reaction as he backed up slightly, putting a few inches between them. He ran his hand down her stomach, she looked at him and as it reached her waist she pushed him and jerked away.
“Don’t touch me” Her panicked snarl, he knew she was hiding something. He advanced on her before he could reach her. A knock on his door stopped him. He eyed her and turned towards the door and answered. She was lost in her own thoughts and didn’t hear what they were talking about.
She needed to distract his mind. She needed a quick plan. She saw Draco nod and shut the door. As he turned around she advanced and punched him. Draco stumbled and was shocked. He looked at her and within a split second backhanded him jerking his body the other direction. She knew what was coming once he cornered her. She kneed him in the ribs. He grabbed her waist and rammed her into his dresser with an animalistic cry of frustration. It knocked the wind out of her as her spine collided with the wood. She managed to hold onto his shoulders and run on pure adrenaline. She kicked him in the groin this time. He instinctively placed his hands on his crotch to protect it, to try and ease the pain. She punched him again and he fell to the floor panting through the pain he gritted his teeth against the ache in his jaw now as well. He could feel the deep angry cut she had inflicted on his pure perfect skin. He saw Zabini and Greyback charge in and grab her as she ran for him again. She looked like an animal. Her arms and legs flailing about as she screamed like a banshee to get at him.
His eyes narrowed on her full of rage as he sat on all fours. He slowly got up “How dare you, you stupid whore” a low evil voice hissed from him. He grabbed his wand. “Ward her to the wall” He said to the two men holding her. They did as told her face to the wall, her arms and legs glued to their spots on the wall and floor. She didn’t know what to expect. She looked around wildly in fear and anxiousness. Then without warning it hit her. Draco was whipping her. She felt it lance her back with a painful sting and she screamed. With every fresh lash he screamed obscenities at her, her inadequacy, worthless, nothing, bitch, whore, they came in waves at her. Till the pain became too much and she was to the point of almost blacking out, her vision blurry, mind fuzzy. She couldn’t comprehend anything, her body numb from the pain
Draco couldn’t raise his arm anymore by the time his rage subsided and she had gone limp and quiet. He ordered the two men to take her to her cell and as they did he saw she was barely conscious if she was at all. They drug her by her arms, her feet being drug behind her on the floor. He watched them shut the door. He sat in his chair dabbing his cheek. When he looked around, the full intensity of what just happened sunk in. He saw the blood spatter on the wall she had been against the disarray of the room, he had bruises and cuts all over him. It looked like a war had gone on in this room. A war that was just beginning.