The Black Rose

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Chapter 10: The Malfoy Legacy

As the morning rays of light fluttered through the dark curtains, Roslyn was slowly awakened. She was very confused as to why her sheets were black, and why the bed was so large. As her eyes began to adjust to the light she began to take in her surroundings...

"Finally, I thought you'd never wake up," Draco sneered as he walked past the bed glancing at her.

"Draco," she gasped, "what am I doing in your bed?" she stammered.

As she collected her thoughts, Draco sat down on the edge of the bed.

Roslyn slowly looked to Draco and visibly paled.

"Where's Harry?" she asked, the previous night's occurrences coming back to her.

Draco looked at her for a moment and turned away, "I was hoping you knew."

Roslyn couldn't help but shudder as she recalled those cold, silver eyes... yes, she remembered now.

"What happened last night Roslyn," Draco asked, not noticing her discomfort.

"We got to Hogsmede and the Death Eaters had attacked the village," she said.

"I know that, what happened to you," he asked.

"I don't remember," she lied.

Draco looked at her incredulously, "You don't remember someone doing this to you," Draco said pulling her arm up emphasizing a large bruise.

"Potter sends me a message to come and get you unconscious, and you cant tell me what happened? Who did this to you?" Draco asked forcefully gazing at her neck.

Roslyn lifted her hand to her neck and felt a deep gash and felt the pain of the markings. She quickly averted her eyes and pulled the sheets closer to her body.

"I think I know where Harry went," Roslyn said quietly avoiding his eyes.

When Draco did not speak she continued, "We destroyed another horcrux last night, he may think he has the opportunity to kill the Dark Lord now."

Draco sighed, "Roslyn, Ginny is missing, and she was with Hermione in Hogsmede last night."

"There were so many bodies," she said distantly.

"Classes have been canceled and most of the students have gone home," Draco said, "We think Harry may have gone to look for Ginny as well."

"I have to go help him," Roslyn said, slipping on clean clothes under the sheets Draco had set out. She got up and made her way to the door quickly.

As her delicate hand grasped the handle barely pulling open the door, Draco grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

"Let me go, Draco," she said as forcefully as her weak form would let her.

"To get killed," he said angrily, his voice raising as he pushed the door shut and holding onto her still.

Trying to calm, Draco said, "Roslyn you are too weak to stand and Madam Pomfrey put you in my care. The infirmary is full."

"I don't need you to take care of me," she said pushing Draco away.

"And you think Potter will?" he asked getting angry again.

Losing his patience as she struggled to get away, Draco thrust her into the door harder than he meant to.

"You're staying here," he stated.

He was now very close to her and could feel her body trembling... she looked fearfully into his eyes as he looked into hers knowing he was pushing it.

Roslyn saw those cold, silver eyes... the very same as before... and she was scared.

Draco sensed her fear and it only fed his growing desire. He wanted her and he could no longer deny it...Unable to control it any longer, he kissed her forcefully, making her return the kiss. Her body pressed into him as he deepened the kiss knowing he would regret it forever if he did not take advantage of the one chance he had...

Roslyn was shocked at first when Draco kissed her and tried to resist at first, but slowly found she wanted it to continue. She soon began to feel lightheaded and Draco was starting to subconsciously hold her up. She pulled out of the kiss and looked nervously into his eyes before collapsing into his arms.

Draco held her tightly as he carried her to his bed again. He didn't know what had come over him, he'd never been so intoxicated by a girl before. He was slowing becoming aware of his subtle changes towards the other side. They wanted her dead, and there was no way Draco would ever allow it. Following the Dark Lord he could never have her...
Kilometers away, Lucius stood in a dark room telling the Dark Lord of the locket the Black girl carried. Lucius was surprised to see that the Dark Lord now resembled his 21 year old self...It was unsettling the power he had to do such things...

The Dark Lord was pleased they had located it and found out it was not destroyed.

"I want the girl alive, and the locket," he said to Lucius, "I don't care how you do it."

"My Lord, it shall be done," he replied darkly.

That evening, Lucius contacted Blaise for a little meeting. Him and Melanie were now within the ranks of the Death Eaters after the battle at Hogsmede.
Hogwarts was at the lowest morale level since the war began. Many believed Harry was 'missing' since the battle, not having left on his own accord. They felt he would have told them. Hermione and Ron were very solemn and slowly drifted apart since Ginny's disappearance and Harry's departure. Hermione went to visit Roslyn that morning when she awoke not seeing Draco yet that day. Hermione was very distant but fussed about Roslyn, not looking to be in such great health herself.Feeling like she was in slightly better health, Roslyn decided to go to change in her room but found her body denied the notion. So, instead, she went and dug through Draco's wardrobe. She rolled her eyes as she saw nothing but black clothes. So she took one of his undershirts and a pair of boxers. She wished he would come back. Roslyn decided to take a hot shower to pass the time shedding her clothes and placing them neatly on the counter. Roslyn felt as if the hot water was washing away the bad memories as it traced her skin.

Draco entered his room and heard the shower running. He peered into the bathroom seeing Roslyn and cursed, as he instantly became aroused.

Getting out of the shower, she put on Draco's clothes.

She entered the room, she found Draco staring out the window deep in thought.

When she neared him he sneered, "I don't recall you asking to borrow my clothes."

"You weren't here," she replied, sneering as well.

As Draco looked at her fully, he noticed other wounds, on her thighs were deep bruises and un-healing scratches.

"Who did this to you?" he demanded.

Roslyn desired not to tell Draco of his father's less than respectable actions. So she simply replied, "I don't remember," suddenly feeling strong enough to go to her own room.

Roslyn had just stepped into the dark staircase as Draco grabbed her again and pulled her close to him.

"Yes you do," he said darkly, almost threateningly, "tell me."

Shocked by his sudden anger and force, Roslyn felt the memories begin to stir... those eyes, they were so much like...

"Draco, please, just leave it," Roslyn whispered, her voice failing as she stared fearfully into his eyes. She was quickly losing what little strength she had gathered.

She had never seen Draco like this, last night he was angry but not like this... now he was enraged and uncollected... he struck fear into her heart.

It felt like eternity as he pushed her into the cold stone wall and she gazed into his eyes... he knew... he knew it was his father... and he didn't know how to handle it...

She could feel the beating of his heart and wished it were under different circumstances. Her eyes gazed desperately into his and she felt his hands loosen their grip. It was this instant that Roslyn realized the depth of which that was Draco Malfoy. She longed to know of his life and how a person was conditioned to result in such a dark, cold and yet compassionate person.

Draco knew who had done this to her the second she feared him as she looked into his eyes. He knew his resemblance to his father was uncanny, and he knew she recognized it. Draco knew he was hurting her, but he didn't care, she didn't know what true pain felt like...and she never would if he could help it. He would kill his father for what he did to her...these hands...these lips...

Before Draco grasped reality, he slightly released her shoulders and took her lips fiercely in his and ravaged her mouth without concern or caution for her reaction.

Roslyn had expected him to interrogate her, not kiss her... she truly could not understand what the hell was going through his head. Her emotions were waging a war in the depths of her heart. She desperately wanted the strength to be angry with him and push him away, but deep down, she wanted to be close to him, even if he was hurting her... Her body willed her towards him as he trespassed without consequence. His hands were everywhere, touching her, weakening her... Her resistance was almost gone.

As she finally escaped his lips and fell back towards the wall, Draco released her. He looked into her eyes with an emotion present Roslyn could not place. Unsure of what he was going to do next, she instinctively shrank away form him.

This act alone hit Draco like a curse. As his blonde hair fell gently into his eyes, he looked away from her, feeling ashamed knowing he was an image of his father to her.

Roslyn could start to feel her body lose strength and her vision was failing... The last thing she heard before she fell gently into Draco's strong arms was, "I'm not him."

Draco held her in his arms realizing he was becoming the very man he most hated. His whole life he had supressed any decent qualities that made him human. The little good that dwelled within him told him Roslyn was all he needed, the girl he hurt without cause... but everything that had formed his mind as a pureblood and as a Malfoy told him to take her for all she had to offer and cast her aside. His father taught him to be strong and force the woman into submission if she did not go willingly and always punish her for disobedience. He was to learn how a man handles his wife as he watched his father beat and rape his mother, and punished severely if he ever intervened. The first time he had tried to help his mother as a young boy was his last.

"Damn him," Draco thought, "I will never be like him."

He cursed himself as he watched the sleeping form of what may have changed his life forever,

even though he didn't know it yet.
A.N./ Please review!!! What do you think of Draco??

Draco and Roslyn are distant cousins, like all purebloods are. Regulus and Narcissa are cousins making them 3rd or 4th cousins, or 3rd once removed or something like that. If anybody know exactly how that works let me know to clarify!