The Inner Peace
The Broken Pieces
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Wooo I got so excited that I just kept writing!
Here’s another morsel for you to munch on.
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was feeling rather nauseated and had a sneaking suspicion as to what it was.
She was curled up on her bed watching the rain flood down the glass windows and
douse the world. Her mother had suggested she take a
day off from anything and rest, citing that she was overly pale.
up a fight, having been wracked with a migraine the entire night before,
flashes of Draco dancing in her brain.
pounding would go away, Draco was joined by Pansy and neither looked very
averse to their company. Hermione forced her eyes to stay open, leaking tears
similar to the rain shimmying down the windows, so that she wouldn’t have to
see their images on her eyelids. She groaned and clutched her stomach as it
heaved and wished she could simply pass out. The two were clearly doing more
than talking, although she hadn’t felt that
piercing pain yet that meant he was well and truly Pansy’s.
bearing a tray of soup; Hermione caught the smell wafting through the air and
promptly heaved over the side of the bed, into the trashcan she had summoned
earlier. She whimpered slightly at her shocked mother and proceeded to pass out
cold.
Pansy out the night before to dinner and had been in her company ever since. He
knew that she was one of the few with the details about security measures for
the “Outing” and was determined to get them. If V can do whatever she must for this damned mission, then so the
worth it.
had been able to feel every one of her emotions since she had said she loved
him. Apparently her admitting that, had broken her
wards down for him. He was not as much a fool and knew that saying that would
mean death. Plus if she was really in love with him, she would never act the
way she did with the Dark Lord. He got headaches every time she went to Him and
he loathed seeing another’s hands on her.
on the bed looking at him. He forced himself not to roll his eyes and marveled
at how stiff she could be, no matter how often she was taken. He had no
intention of actually fucking her, but merely wanted information. Last night
she had sucked him off, that being the closet he would let her get, but it had
taken him almost three times as long to get hard and come as any time before.
Today, he was forcing himself to contemplate touching her and getting her off.
He was hoping that it would yield the information he was seeking though.
his right and left hands and thanked Merlin for the Weasley
twins’ invention of invisible, non-feeling gloves which he had also placed on
his hands. Pansy was moaning slightly and he could tell that she rarely got
close to an orgasm with other men. He was whispering quietly, “So how does that
feel Pansy? Do you like my fingers in you, giving you pleasure others could
only attempt at. Is this what the Dark Lord does with you? Is that why you are
in favor? Or out of it, as it were?”
favor? Ha! I would hardly need to sell myself like that tramp Lestrange to gain
his favor.” Draco forced himself to ignore her comment and continued his
ministrations as she wheezed, “I am one of His favorites and you know it. Not
only do I never have to raid or actually see the filthy Mudbloods
out there, He has entrusted me with His security measures for the ‘Outing.’
back the bile in his throat.
not so hard. Merely a bunch of Death Eaters eating in the
restaurant, right?”
back, “Hard … ly. He wants three troupes out … in the
streets … oh gods! Then, there will … be … Merlin! … the
in the restaurant … with four troupes patrolling … Drakieee
… the last … three troupes … will be at … Headquarters with the werewolves.
Yes, yes, yes, yes Drakieeeeeee.” With that she
slumped over in a faint and Draco rushed to the bathroom to throw up. When he came
back out, Pansy was still on the bed, fast asleep. He left a quick note, saying
he had a raid to attend to and flew out of the room.
was rather worried. He apparated to
the Lestrange Manor from the Parkinson House and practically sprinted to V’s
room. He had cut himself off from her, knowing that he was overly
emotional about her and that he would have to do something with Pansy. He hoped
that if she was already mad at him for ignoring her, perhaps Pansy wouldn’t be
as bad.
and out of the room, while Bellatrix and Rodolphus stood at the foot of the bed
holding each others hands. He caught their eyes and asked quietly, “What’s
wrong?” He could now feel a faint tremor of V in his consciousness, but
couldn’t understand why her emotions and thoughts weren’t there.
some soup, since she had a migraine all last night and today; but as I brought
the tray in, she whimpered like a hurt puppy and then passed out. She has been unconscious
ever since and no one can revive her!” She clutched her husband’s hand firmly.
most likely his fault. He reached out his own mind and pushed at her dormant
thoughts. V, wake up babe. Come on, you
can do it. You don’t need to do this. I’m right here. He could feel her
thoughts beginning to swirl and pulled his mind back slightly. Her emotions
were beginning to flood his mind and her eyes shot open. She turned her head at
him and practically growled.
said, “I would advise you leave. Mother, I will speak with you later; but I’m
sure neither of you want to witness this.”
out the door and blocked the urge to gulp. V’s hair was tangled and bushy, swirling
around her head. Her eyes were blazing. “V…”
she been in dragon form, she would have breathed fire. “Don’t you dare ‘V’
felt his face flush and anger begin to rise. “You think. I. Wanted.
ever want to attract attention from a scum like you. Pansy
Fucking Parkinson?! At least pick a girl who hasn’t ridden every
ranks.”
hypocrite! All you ever think about is your damned self and your bloody
mission! Am I ever included in your thoughts?! Noooo
little Miss Know-it-all can do it all by herself.” He sneered, “You’re just
ashamed that you can’t handle a little pain. Well let me tell you Miss
Lestrange, I feel the same damned thing every time you pay a ‘visit’ to the
Dark Lord! So don’t even try to gain my pity. I have none for you. And next
time, get the facts before accusing someone of something.” He turned to walk
out the door.
turned him around. He thought she was going to slap him, but instead he was hit
with the most intense migraine and general pain he had ever felt in his life.
She sneered, “You feel nothing compared to what I go through. I would never,
ever, do anything beyond semi-kiss the Dark Lord. If you really knew me, you
would have known that too.”
pain almost too much for him to think, “V … please …
gods.”
She walked back to her window and stood with her back facing him. He stood up
shakily and said quietly, “V … I didn’t know …”
hear, “Of course you didn’t … but that doesn’t change that it happened. Please
go away Draco. I would like to be alone.”
He said quietly as he pulled the door closed after him, “I got the security
measures.” He heard a cracked laugh as the door clicked and could feel the
waves of sadness that were washing over the young woman inside the room. He
heard a broken sob in his own mind, and pushed it to the back.
Silly Draco and V, why can’t they just get along? ;) Let me know what you
thought!!