Twisted Lust

When they arrived back, Draco deposited her on his massive bed.
He tucked her in, slowly putting the sheets over her body.
She pretended to be sleeping.

And he left.
It was better to leave her alone.

It was late, past midnight by now.
Her arms were stretched across the bed, she had stretched them as far as they could go,
face down. The silk sheets smelled like Draco,
they used to smell like her too.

She wasn't sleeping because she was angry.
She was so angry it made her want to cry,
it made her want to take some weapon and stab something,
anything a million times.

She slammed her fists on the mattress over and over.
Why? Why did she always get screwed over.
Why was she constantly being torn, destroyed, assaulted.

The anger subsided into sadness.
Sadness over her best friend, her true best friend taking
advantage of her. And she thought she could trust him.
Sadness over her life.
Sadness over everything.

She started to sob, loudly.
Muffled by the soft pillows under her face.
Stained with her tears.

Grabbing the pillows. Trying to tear them apart,
throwing them, throwing them at the walls
at the mirrors. Anything in her reach she started throwing.
She wanted to destroy something, she wanted to ruin something.
Much like her own life was in ruins.
Not caring that she was trashing Draco's room.
She just wanted to throw something, get rid of something.
And she was screaming, to no one in particular, she was just screaming,
she was furious.

And once again, her sobbing took over her anger.
Salty tears trailing down her face.
And she crumpled into a corner, hidden by a massive dresser.
And slowly she fell asleep to her tears.

Pieces of glass littering the floor,
feathers from the pillows stuck haphazardly.

She hated everything.
She hated everyone.
And most of all, she hated herself.

Outside the door, sitting in an old eighteenth century chaise.
His hands pressed together under his chin.
His eyes cast towards the floor.
Listening, listening to the girl inside self destruct.
Listening to her try to destroy everything within her reach.

When he was sure she was asleep, when he couldn't hear a single noise issue from the room,
he quietly entered, making sure the door didn't squeak.
Producing a wand, regenerating everything in the room, moving it back
to it's old state, he didn't want it to be a reminder.
And when the room was entirely reconstructed he turned his attention to
the body lying on the floor.

Her arms encircling herself protectively, like she was trying to keep someone away.
Her face hidden behind her hair, but her eyes apparent.
And they weren't at ease, they were sealed together
but some sort of unnatural shock seemed to be underway.

He didn't want to leave her on the floor,
but he was afraid to take her, to touch her.
She wasn't stable.

His eyes lingered over her body, to a mark on her arm.
To some cuts on her back, to a cut on her hip.

He slowly started to back away.
When her silent screams started again, the ones he thought were
gone for good. The common thrashing, like she had done before.
The nightmares that plagued her mind.

And as he approached her, to wake her.
Her eyes shot open. They stared at him, she wasn't really awake.
But the way she looked at him, with her eyes open wide,
staring into his own, staring into his soul.
The creepiest look in the world.
Like she wanted to kill him.
And then she started to shiver, to tremble uncontrollably.

And he ran.
He ran out of the room as fast as he could
away from that room, he never wanted to go back.

And it wasn't until he was two floors below
that he fell to the floor and started to cry.

No Malfoy ever cries.

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She was afraid.

Afraid to go downstairs and see Draco.

Some little part of her knew, knew that he heard it all,
after all, no one else could have redone the room.

But at that point there was nothing more she wanted to do
than leave that room.
It was like a room where some contagious patient spewing blood was held.
No one wants to be inside. Not even the nurse.

There wasn't time to stall.
She was cold, but she didn't have anything to wear.

All her clothes were back in the flat,
back in the flat with Harry.

She shuddered at the thought.
Trying to spend as much time as possible on the staircase.
Pausing between each step.

Only last year, hadn't Draco been running full speed up a set of stairs.
Full speed to see her?

She looked in the kitchen, the dining room, the seating area.
They were all empty.
Door after door she opened, even before opening she knew the rooms were empty.
There's just a sort of feeling when someone is there.
But all these rooms, it looks like they'd been deserted forever.
So ever so slowly she made her way through the house.
Finally pausing at the door which led downstairs, she'd never been there.
That was the personal Malfoy dungeon.
And she'd never been allowed inside, not like she ever wanted to go inside.

He was there, and she knew it.
She unhooked the latch, breathing in the cold air that had been trapped below.
It was like a long spiral of stairs, going down, down to the core of the world.
Each step she made reverberated against the walls.

She walked past two of the rooms, the doors were gone.
But the walls, they promised pain and suffering, nothing pleasant.
She wished she had never come down, but she had to.

The hall twisted again, a blank passage. No doors, no windows, no light.
Only the light from the room ahead guided her.

She paused outside the door, it was the only door that had stayed.
A deep breath before pushing it open.

As she stepped inside.
Well something hit her, like she'd been there before.
Maybe it was a dream, a nightmare, a hallucination.
But it flooded her sensations.
The air, the way it was arranged, the touch of the floor.
She walked in further, walking circles around herself.
A 360 of a prison.
It was something at the tip of her mind she couldn't place.
There was no Draco.
And at that moment she felt more vulnerable than she had ever been.
Alone and Underground.

She quickly walked out, almost running like she was being chased.
Running up the stairs, the stairs which went on forever.

As she left the dungeon room, she locked the door behind her.
Pressing her body against it, so nothing could come out.
Recomposing her look and walking out into the middle of the foyer.

"You never told me you were having them again."
His voice found its way to her.

She didn't know how to respond. She didn't want to acknowledge
that they existed.

"You never told me they came back."
He repeated.

She looked around to see where he was.
She couldn't find him.

"I... I didn't know I was ...having them."

"You're lying"

"Where are you?" she called out, walking into the kitchen.

"Since when have you been having them?"

She picked at her negligee, running her hand over the creases.
As if that would get rid of them.

"Ever since the end of August"

She waited, standing in the middle of the kitchen.
And he grabbed her hand.

She whipped her head to the side, face to face.

"I'm sorry"

That's all he could say.

She was going to ask him for what, why.
But she didn't. Maybe it would have spoiled the moment.



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I'm sorry I didn't update sooner. Basically, I wasn't sure how to connect
different parts of the story. From what happened last to what will happen
next. So I was sort of going over it in my head.

There will be some form of smut probably next chapter. But I didn't want
to put it in this chapter.

The thing was, I didn't want to make her be all suicidal and stuff, because
there is a point in every story where it just gets like over-dramatic, and then
it's just ridiculous. But I mean, her situation is horrible, and so she is
going through all this anger and sadness and stuff. And these dreams are only
going to get worse as we approach the end.

I don't think they really needed a formal discussion of why they broke up
and stuff. Because frankly. A. it's pretty self explanatory. and B. There
are bigger problems that they have to face.

The last batch of reviews were by far some of the best
i've ever gotten. so i felt really guilty i wasn't able to update
sooner.

So please review! Your reviews help me think of how
to formulate the story. I pretty much know from here to the end.
I just have to convert it into writing.

Dagger- Thank you thank you. I loved your review.
Dragon37- i think he has. but there are many lessons yet to be learned
Shelby-awesome review. i don't think Hermione will physically get abused
anymore, but perhaps psychologically? No more spoilers.
Kayy- my most adamant reviewer. i hope she finds happiness too.
and yes. harry was not very gallant the last chapie.
Lustblood- There will be a full blown revenge at the end.
That will be like the last chapter. And as for punishment.
Wait till next chapter.
Lilium- it was Harry, but if you're implying it was Harry
who did the whole thing. Then i'll tell you the chances are
HIGHLY UNLIKELY. im not going to say not at all, in case i
completely change my mind. but i doubt that will happen.


Reviews! I love.
Until next time.