Blackeyed Girl

Hello! Yes I\'M ALIVE! Haha.

No sorry, no good excuse for leaving the story un-updated for so long. Well, life is always a good enough reason I guess but never mind. I have some chapters piled up here, but life has also caught up seriously with Mylissa so she is not able to beta for me at the moment. Therefore you might find this chapter harder to read or might stumble over this or that error. Try ignore it, please!



@Daughter of a Serpent: Thanks so much for following the story and reviewing! But you will have to wait till next chapter to find out what Snape will do... ;)



@Pensieve Plotter: also many thanks to you again! Sorry I had no time to read your story. As you can see it took me many month to update mine... it\'s a strange time right now. About Flitwick, I have to kind of defend him, he knows nothing of Eleanor\'s troubles so all he sees is an odd grade on the paper and wonders if there is more behind it. That\'s fair enough I guess. Perhaps he should be more involved since he is her head of house? Maybe, but then there is Snape and he doesn\'t like sharing his responsibilities.

About the personal bf-matters, I will keep details out of this rather PUBLIC environment but yeah, I had a romance with an amazing guy who was to good to be true, he had everything we crave, haha. But it was a short romance and I am still not quite over it. I hope you have more luck than me...



For now have chapter 25 for the kink, lol.



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Chapter 25

Drawn to the Candlelight



Eleanor was sitting alone in Snape\'s office where he had left her. She was not moving. She slowly felt the veritaserumleave her system. Her mind started to feel less numb and she felt as though she slowly gained control of it again. She slowly tried to mouth words but she did not speak. She could still hear her voice telling Snape with total ease what ever he asked. This voice was still echoing inside her. It felt so strange, not like her own at all, like she had been possessed... she felt something else the longer she sat there alone.... abused... and left alone. She got up slowly but then she only stood there. She didn\'t know what to do. She suddenly felt so strangely removed from reality.



Where were her friends? Who were her friends? Draco? Ginny and Luna? Right, she remembered it was late. She should go to her dorm and Luna would be there. She could go to bed and talk with Luna about something like... snowbees maybe?



She turned around and left the office. She went back to the Ravenclaw common-room and entered her dorm. Luna was there and just getting ready for bed.



“Oh there you are”, she said when she saw Eleanor enter, “how was the Slytherin party?”



“The what?”, asked Eleanor and blinked confusedly then she remembered, “oh of course... it was nice.”



Luna looked at her: “That is a good thing, yes?”



“Sure”, said Eleanor her mind wandering. She put on her pyjamas and went to bed. Luna only looked at her. It was clear something wasn\'t right.



“Tell me about snowbees”, said Eleanor and blew out the candle on her night stand. Luna did not wait to be asked twice:



“Oh well. They really only exist where it\'s cold enough obviously, like in the Alps and in Canada as well. They have a funny way of breeding. They make these snowballs you see ...”



Eleanor was not listening but felt reassured and comforted by Luna\'s voice. But as she lay there with Luna\'s voice as a melody in her mind she went back to the questions Snape had asked her and what she had answered and sudden fear struck her. She had told him about New Year. She had told him how his friend, Draco\'s father made her feel... and that he had kissed her. She felt so ashamed, even more ashamed of admitting to her feelings than about him kissing her... secretly she was proud he had done it... but it was meant to be a secret. What would Snape do now? Would he go to Mr Malfoy and confront him? Would he get into trouble? Would she get into trouble? And what about her and Draco? What would Draco think of her if he found out? She really liked Draco, but his father was a whole different kind of male force. Just the thought of perhaps meeting him again one day face to face made her blush and her heart race. And just what would he do? Would he tell Snape about her practising of the killing curse? She didn\'t even notice Luna getting quiet and starting to snore lightly, her mind was working too frantically now and sleep was as far away as ever.



The next day it was clear to anyone who looked Eleanor in the face that she had not spend the night sleeping. Ginny looked at her critically over lunch.



“Look at you, Ellie. You look like death.”



Eleanor looked up at her but then spotted Snape a few meters away. She had not spoken to him since he had left her drugged in his office and she had noticed that he was watching her. Ginny turned around to see what had caught Eleanor’s eye:



“Trouble in the dungeons?”, she asked.



Eleanor did not answer and gloomily returned her attention to her food. If she told Ginny what Snape had done she would just get angry on Eleanor’s behalf and possibly even confront Snape about it and that would just make things worse. Then suddenly a small girl appeared next to her. Ginny looked at the girl curiously as she was wearing a Slytherin Uniform. The girl quietly handed a note to Eleanor. Eleanor took it without a word but turned around to see where she had come from. She saw Draco leaning in the entrance to the great hall.



Ginny spotted him too.



“Rich boy can’t even deliver notes by himself? How much did he give you?”, she asked but the girl only gave her a blank look and ran off again. Eleanor read the note.



“My father has invited us for lunch in Hogsmeade this Saturday. Hope you can make it. Draco. P.S.: I hope Snape didn’t bother you too much last night.”



Ginny studied Eleanor’s face carefully as she saw her frown and turned even paler.



“What is going on with Draco and you? It’s not… serious, is it?”



Eleanor didn’t answer.



“Hello? Anyone home?”, Ginny tried again. Now Eleanor looked up:



“What? No….” She looked down at the note again. A rush of excitement and dread came over her. She was not at all prepared to meet Mr Malfoy again so soon, and that now after what Snape had found out! But she could not refuse... and secretly she did not want to either. No matter how worried she was, the desire to see him again was stronger and resistant to all reasoning.



That Saturday Draco and her walked down to the village. Draco suggested they wait outside the Three Broomsticks and they did not have to wait long as Lucius Malfoy apparated right next to them a moment later. As he sat his eyes on Eleanor with a smooth, welcoming and yet ever so coldly formal smile she could not help blushing deeply. She had forgotten just how powerful an effect he had on her when he was right before her. She instantly had to think of New Year\'s eve. The last time she had seen him... when they had been alone together... when he had kissed her. And then she panicked as she looked back at him, wondering if Snape had confronted him about it. Those cold, bright, blue eyes only mildly smilied back at her, she could not read anything in his face. Certainly he would not say anything in front of Draco, or would he?



„How good to see you again my dear Miss Prince. And what a lovely occason. School is going well I hope?“



„Yes“, Eleanor nodded. That was all she could bring herself to say.



„Shall we?“ he asked and gestured to the door.



They entred together and found an empty table. Eleanor noticed that quite a few people looked up at them. Some of them nodded to Mr Malfoy, some only stared and looked back down again. Mr. Malfoy ordered lunch for them all and then sat down opposite Eleanor with Draco to their side. Eleanor wished it was the other way around.



„So, I am glad to hear that the two of you get along now“, he said as they started eating. Eleanor was poking the salad in front of her nervosly and was not quite sure where to look.



Draco smiled awkwardly and looked over to Eleanor.



„I\'m not so sure Snape is all that happy about it“, he joked.



„Really?“, said Lucius in amused surprise, „but why ever not? He doesn\'t believe there is someone more suitable for his ward, does he?“, he adressed Eleanor and Eleanor blushed again.



„Uhh, no, I.. dont think so.“



Draco gave her a funny look and softly sqeezed her thigh under the table, propably in an attempt to reassure her. Her nervousnes did not go unnoticed by either of the Malfoys. Lucius studied her eyes a moment, that smooth smile never leaving his face.



„He is protective and so he should be. All good parents are.“



Eleanor frowned as she tried to focus on her food. She wanted to ask him if all good parents drugged their children as well, but of course she couldn\'t. Lucius turned to Draco and enquired to him about school. Then he asked Eleanor about how she enjoyed Hogwarts and the rest of the lunch conversation remained equally shallow about which Eleanor was rather glad. She was uncomfortable about the change in her heartbeat when ever she dared to look up at Draco\'s father. What was this? She had never felt it except when she was around him. Was this some sort of spell or curse? But what would this curse be for? Why would Mr. Malfoy care to make her feel like this, or why would anyone else for that matter? Then she remembered that she had kind of felt like this about Draco when she first saw him. She did not quite feel about him that way now and yet she liked Draco a lot. But what was this mad feeling that made her go red in the face and her heart hammer ridiculously when ever his father was near?



“Well well, if that is not the Choosen One himself.”



Eleanor snapped back into reality. Draco and his father had been talking while she had started wondering about her odd feelings but then suddenly Mr. Malfoy had looked up and right past her towards the door. Eleanor turned around to look and with a jolt in her stomach she saw Harry and his friends enter. Harry spotted them right away. It seemed there was a moment of mutual staring between the Malfoys and the trio, then Hermione grabbed Harry\'s arm and pulled him around to leave. Ron followed but not without a glowering stare at Draco.



Draco snorted and muttered: “Coward.”



“Now Draco, isn\'t it quite a shame that Mr. Potter and his friends would feel so uncomfortable in our presence that they are drawn to leave?”



“Yeah... sure”, grumbled Draco and hacked his fork into his food for another bite.



Eleanor\'s eyes shifted towards Draco and very quietly she said: “They are my friends, you know.”



Draco looked up very suddenly and his expression changed from scorn to irritation.



“Well, they are certainly not mine.” He gave his father a quick look and turned to his food again. Eleanor noticed Lucius shifting his eyes from his son to Eleanor, yet again she could not tell what he might be thinking. That ability to hide feelings and thoughts was something he and Snape had in common.



“One doesn\'t have to have the same circle of friends. But when political views differ... that can be.. a problem.”, he said with a remarkable lightness and she felt his eyes boring into her.



“I don\'t care about politics”, Eleanor said quickly and stared down at her plate, “I care about the people I like”, she dared a glance towards Draco who was still glowering at his food.



There was a moment of silence, then Lucius started again: “I am aware your generation might find this old fashioned but I believe in the old values, such as that it is better for a woman not to involve herself too much in political matters”, he smiled at Eleanor, “you are right to focus on the care of those who are dear to you. That is a woman\'s gift.”



Eleanor did not know where to look, she felt entirely put off and irritated by what Mr. Malfoy was saying but even more confusingly it did not change the other effect he had on her.



Draco\'s mood did not improve for the rest of the lunch and Eleanor found the remaining time with him and his father increasingly stressful, though Mr. Malfoy did not seem to be at all shaken in his smooth, charming self as he offered Eleanor desert. She declined. She felt as though Draco had left her alone in this situation and could not stand it any longer. She thanked Mr. Malfoy for lunch and told Draco she would see him back at school. She excused herself, explaining that there was something else she had to do in Hogsmeade. Draco only looked up glumly, suspecting it to be a lie but not caring much. At least Mr. Malfoy did not seem to take offence and stroke her hand as he said good bye.



Eleanor was more than glad to have exited the Three Broomsticks. She breathed in deeply and then thought about where else to go? Back to the castle? No not yet. She felt like going for a walk. She needed her mind to be free for a while, maybe then she could figure out what the hell was going on with her life. She walked down the street towards the Hogshead. It was very cold, so she figured maybe she could go for another butter bear in there and have a thought about things.



When she entered the Hogshead however she instantly spotted Harry, Ron and Hermione. They looked back at her. She breathed deeply and then walked towards them.



“Hi.” she said shyly, stopping next to them.



“Hi”, replied Hermione, but not without a furrow in her brows.



“Had a nice lunch?”, asked Harry, it seemed as though he had meant to say it politely but the sarcasm was still audible in his voice.



“No, not really... I was gonna get something to drink on my own here... unless...”



“Why don\'t you sit with us?”, asked Hermione as though it was not a rhetorical question. She pushed Ron further towards the window on the bench to make space for Eleanor. Eleanor hesitated then turned away to buy herself a butter bear. When she came back to the trio their expressions had not changed. She looked at the space Hermione had made for her and then at Harry.



“Is that okay?”



“Sure!” replied Harry a bit too eagerly. Eleanor sat down. It was uncomfortably quiet. Then Harry said:



“Well, Ginny mentioned there was something going on between you and Malfoy... are you two... going out or something?”, he mend to not sound threatening but it was clearly hard as he laughed oddly instead.



Eleanor shrugged lamely: “I don\'t know. I like Draco. But... I don\'t know.”



“What about his father?”, asked Hermione seriously.



“Yeah, he\'s a deatheater, you know!”, added Ron severely.



Hermione sighed quietly.



“I know! So is my guardian, remember?”, snapped Eleanor, then she added a little calmer, “I\'m sorry. I just... I don\'t know where I belong.. you know? Draco and I... we are developing something nice... but you... and Ginny and Luna... well you are important too.. you are my friends. I don\'t know... I wish we all could get along.”



“Yeah well unfortunately the Malfoys would love to see me dead, bit hard to get along that way”, said Harry fiercely.



“But you... you get along with me, don\'t you?”, she looked insecurely at Harry. Harry struggled for an answer and then said quietly:



“Just... how can you get along with THEM?”



“They don\'t hate me. They are nice to people they don\'t hate”, she argued irritably.



“So you think it\'s okay for them to want to see Harry murdered as long as they like you?”, asked Ron nastily.



Eleanor grabbed her bottle of butter bear in a sudden angry reflex and smashed it on the table. The sticky liquid gushed out from between the broken glass all over the table, Ron and Hermione jumped in their seats to avoid to be splattered but Eleanor did not give it another glance:



“I just want a bit of happiness! It\'s so hard to come by, when it does I grab it! How can anyone get happy if they are picky?!”



The three only stared at her, still trying to avoid contact with her drink that was now dripping off the table. Eleanor could not stand it any longer. She jumped up and stormed out. This was a disaster. She had to be alone. Perhaps she was just not cast out to be with other people. Quickly she marched down the path, not giving a thought to where she was going. She did not care that it was getting dark. It could not have been that late, in Scotland it got dark early in the winter months.



Eventually she slowed down as she realised where she was. She had followed one of the few paths she knew and now she realised that she had gone down to the small court in which Snape\'s girlfriend lived. She hesitated but then slowly stepped forward and entered the court. It was even darker there, off the street, most of the houses seemed deserted as no lights burned inside. Except for a dull oil lamp glowing inside the house in which she had seen Snape with the girl that one night and she did not even have to look at the window properly, she had a feeling she knew what she was about to see if she focused on the dimly lit scene. She could not look away. Her eyes where drawn to the light like a firefly. There was Snape and the short, plum, sad looking girl. She was naked and Eleanor blinked at the forbidden view but still could not turn away. She stepped beside the window into a dark corner where two houses joined together and looked at the scene unfolding inside. The naked girl was breathing hard as her chest was raising and descending quickly. She was leaning against the same table over which he had forced her the last time. She was looking back at him. He was fully dressed but he had his wand in his hand as he came slowly closer, his black eyes were fixed on her full round breasts. She said something, he answered and stepped further towards her. He was right in front of her now and suddenly grabbed her hair and pulled her harshly towards him. The tip of his wand stroke over her neck and her breast. She was afraid, panting, staring down awkwardly, trying to keep his wand in sight while he held her head tilted at an angle with his fist firmly in her hair. Snape was muttering something and it seemed that orange sparks from his wand burned right into her skin. She shook and twitched. Eleanor could hear her faint whimpering and begging. Snape kept hold of her hair and continued what ever magic he was performing as he pushed her over to the bed in the corner. Eleanor\'s stomach began to turn, and yet she was unable to look away. This was not her guardian... no it was...but this was a side of him she did not know and she hated seeing it again. He was a difficult man, that she knew, but this was a nasty ugly side of him that was mend for no one, no one but that poor girl. Why did he force himself upon her? Why did she let him do this? Why did she even come looking for him at Hogwarts? What did he have that she was after that she let him do this to her? He was on top of her now and roughly pushed her thighs apart. He inserted the tip of his wand inside her and muttered again. The girl twisted in what seemed to be pain, he held her down by her hair.



Eleanor felt a draft of air stroke her ear and neck and shivered but she did not consciously register it until a moment later she felt two arms smoothly draping themselves around her waist like snakes and a familiar voice brushed her ear:



“What are we doing in this remote place? I do not assume we are here to educate ourselves on the art of satisfying ones future husband? Because, my dear, this is not the right place for that.”



Eleanor went rigid. She knew very well who this was.



Her heart missed a beat and continued hammering up in her head. Her eyes also were frozen, directed at the window behind which Snape was now taking the girl hard.



“Or maybe”, he continued, his hands loosely rubbing her hips and his voice like honey coating her ear, “we are just a little firefly... drawn to the candle light?”



Now her eyes flickered down to see his hands on her waist. She recognised that ring with the snake on it on his hand... not that she needed to. Only one voice in the world could make her knees shaky like this. She felt as though her brain was overloading with being caught by him in this situation and she found herself unable to think or speak.



“Hm? We lost our little voice, did we?”



She could hear him inhale deeply and a strand of his hair brushed her cheek as he raised his head to look at the scene in front of them.



“Our dear Severus... he never had what it takes to attract a decent woman and then again no woman was ever good enough for him. A dilemma. Now all that is left for him are filthy squib-whores to releave himself on.”



She felt his hands wander higher up her stomach and lower down her hips. She still could not move or speak. His mouth returned close to her ear again.

“But really I have to scold you, my dear. Sneaking around and looking into people\'s windows... that\'s very naughty.”



She could feel his upper thigh rub against her backside. She wanted to wiggle out of his arms, but at the same time she did not want to. She was terrified... but unable to make herself move.



“I suppose I should inform your guardian of your bad habit?” She did not answer. His lips brushed her ear and he prompted her, “hm?”



“No”, she breathed.



“No? But you see I am rather concerned”, she could not believe it but she was sure his hand had just brushed her nipple, “you see I was a little surprised when my son told me he had rather serious intentions with you”, he paused, possibly waiting for a reaction, or maybe just getting distracted by the scene inside the house at which they were both staring. But then he continued: “personally I am not so sure you would make an honourable Malfoy. Don\'t get me wrong, I have the greatest respect for the Prince family and your dear guardian of course but...”, his hand slipped deeper and between her legs. She went rigid, “but you... to be perfectly honest... you are a bad egg. A woman\'s virtue is innocence. One who is at ease with performing the killing curse is hardly innocent and also...”, his hand was rubbing her secret place through the fabric of her skirt and underwear. She felt dizzy, “a woman of virtue does not peek through windows and lets herself be kissed and touched by strange men.” She whimpered at the contradiction in her mind of wanting to free herself and wanting him to continue, “of course I hold no grudge. I really do hope all the best for you and your future and I wish you a very valuable and fortunate match... as long as it is not... a Malfoy. You think you can concur with that?”



“I... I just like Draco... I wasn\'t thinking of marriage.”, she stuttered, not sure what she was expecting to archive by arguing this way.



“I\'m not accusing you, my dear. Please don\'t take offence. I merely said that my son has such intentions and I just wanted to let you know... discretely... that I do not approve.”



“Why don\'t you tell him?”, she whispered.



“I don\'t have to, do I? You and I understand each other very well, don\'t we? Sharing the one or other secret?”



Eleanor\'s view blurred with tears.



“You want me to stay away from him?”



He sighed theatrically: “That of course would be very forthcoming of you but I\'m afraid that doesn\'t quite work for me. I don\'t want my son to be the laughingstock as some orphaned girl refuses him.”

“Then... what do you want me to do?”



She could feel his lips brushing her ear again and he whispered: “Not much at all. Just be a good little girl now...”



His left arm tightened its grip around her waist and she felt his right hand push up her skirt. As she felt his hand on her naked thigh underneath she squirmed and whimpered and eventually tried to get free. His hand emerged quickly from the depths of her skirt and covered her mouth.



“Now that is not a good little girl. I would have thought Snape had taught you how to behave. Good little girls are quiet and obedient. Now are you a good girl or are you bad?”



He loosened his hand over her mouth slightly to let her speak, her voice was shaking as she asked: “What about my virtue? I thought it was indecent to let a man touch me?”



Lucius chuckled: “A smart little minx you are... but then again, not that smart...”, he started stroking her hair softly as he continued, “I already explained to you that you are too tainted... not virtues enough for my son. I am intending to make that official.”



“What does that mean?”



“Bless your little unspoiled mind, that means I intend to take the only little bit of virtue you have and the one that counts the most. And it\'s not like you haven\'t been eagerly waiting for me to take you. Hm?”, he graced her neck with his lips and kissed her skin softly as his arms bound her possessively to him again. Her heart was hammering in her chest, oh he knew... he knew how he made her feel, he knew about those dreams she had been having at night when it was dark in her room back at Spinner\'s End.



“Yes, darling, I know”, he said sympathetically, his lips still caressing her neck, “I have seen the way your big beetle eyes stare at me all the time. I have seen your fragile body struggle with those unfamiliar feelings inside when I was giving you attention. I know, sweetheart. And consider yourself privileged, I would never bother laying a hand on you if it was not for the well-being of my son.”



“What about Professor Snape?”



He sighed falsely again: “I may apologise to him some time”, he laughed and then continued, “dear Severus is not too concerned with your chances at a good match. He is just a half-blood himself, he won\'t mind much whether you help the survival of the pure blood wizards or whether you reproduce some filthy half-bloods like him. He should really, but oh well, I won\'t complain as this suits me on this occasion. ...Besides, you wouldn\'t tell him, would you?”



Eleanor closed her eyes and listened to her own panting. Then she felt his hand under her skirt again. This time it was travelling further up her thigh and into her panties. She gasped.



“No, you wouldn\'t. Because you like this”, he softly cupped her sex and applied pressure.



“No”, she gasped faintly.



He let his thumb flick over her clit and she shook involuntarily. He chuckled again.



“Your mouth says no, your body says yes”, he carefully inserted his fingertips into her hot core, “and your pussy definitely says yes. Now, as your body is already shamefully begging for my cock to fill you, will you be a good girl? Or do I have to get unpleasant?”



“No..”, she breathed hardly able to really think. She stared ahead at the scene inside the house. Snape was still taking the girl. He had turned her on her stomach and took her from behind. She was holding on to the frame of the bed, her knuckles had gone white. Even through the slightly blind window and her own tears Eleanor could see that the girl inside was crying as well. Eleanor felt oddly as though she was watching herself, only a few moments ahead of herself. Lucius brought her attention back to him:



“No what?”



“I\'ll be good... just don\'t hurt me... please.”



He kissed her cheek softly: “I\'ll try, but I can not promise anything.”



She heard him unbutton his trousers behind her. Her heart started racing even harder and she felt herself shiver with fear and anticipation. She could hardly stand it, the conflict in her mind of just wanting to shut down her brain and let him have her and struggling to understand that this wasn\'t right, that he was doing this to ruin her, to make Draco hate her.



A rush of adrenalin ran through her when he suddenly tore her panties. She craved feeling his force. And then she felt something unfamiliar pressing against her secret place from behind, it felt so unfamiliar that she could easily guess what it was. The skin was strangely soft and the muscle underneath surprisingly hard. He pushed her into the wall before her right next to the window. His left hand forced itself under her sweater and squeezed her breast almost painfully. She found with confusion and terror that she liked that. His right hand was down below again and he inserted his fingers again, but this time he forced them deeper inside. She whimpered at the uncomfortable feeling but he held her tightly. He started driving his fingers roughly in and out of her. She felt a strange sensation building in her lower stomach spreading out over her entire body, a strange addictive feeling. He was spreading her juice with his hand as he took her with his fingers and eventually withdrew his hand again, Eleanor did not know weather to feel glad or disappointed. He did not withdraw however without flicking over her clit again she twitched predictably and gasped in a sudden moment of intense pleasure.



“What a little wanton minx you are”, he whispered and there it was again, that hard muscle pressing against her, he rubbed his cock on her wet entrance and then pushed the tip inside. Eleanor held her breath in alarm of what this would be like. At first she felt releaved as she found herself welcoming that new stretching feeling but it increased and increased till she felt as though he was going to tear her flesh. She cried out and tried to move away from him but he trapped her between his arms and the wall and his left arm held her closely to him as he forced himself deeper inside.



“I said I could not promise anything”, he whispered into her ear, “some women find it hard to adjust.. . And you are deliciously tight.” He trusted himself harder inside her and she gasped in pain. She felt his hand suddenly grabbing her hair and pulling her head back to him:



“Shut up!”, he hissed suddenly nastily. She coughed as she swallowed on her own gasp. He pressed his hand over her mouth and started taking her hard. Still a muffled crying escaped her from between his fingers, “shut up you little whore! Don\'t you dare complain now!”, he hissed, “after you have been throwing yourself at me all this time, making me pretty eyes... like I didn\'t notice your little nipples harden under your shirt for me when ever you saw me. What were you thinking, displaying such shameful lust for a grown man? Perhaps this will teach you. This is what happens to wanton little girls.” He thrust himself harder into her, she tried to squirm once more but stilled as it made it hurt even more. Then he finally stopped. A moment he only remained motionless inside her, his hand still clamped over her mouth and breathing hard into her hair. She could feel the heat from his body warming her while the pain inside her still pulsed through her. She cried out into his hand as he pulled out of her. He stepped away from her and she slowly went to her knees as her legs gave away. Only now she turned to look up at him. There he was, just as she remembered him... but she had never imagined the part where he adjusted his cloak and trousers... and she had never seen him without his smooth, gentle charming smile. Those ice-blue eyes looked back at her with an intense fierceness, there was no charm there. He composed himself and then she saw that smug smooth smile return into his face, she had no idea where it could possibly come from.



“I assume you find your way back to the school once you have... composed yourself?”



She only stared. He stepped forward and bend slightly down to her: “And remember, you asked for this. This does not happen to girls of real virtue. This happens to bad wanton girls like you. Know your place in the future... and let my son have a piece of you, now that you are useless as a bride.”



Without another glance he turned around, stepped back into the court and he apparated.



Eleanor remained where she was. She could still feel him inside stretching her, and yet she felt painfully emptied of life.



Eleanor lost track of time as she sat there and focused on the soar feeling between her legs, it was the only thing she could feel and for some reason she needed to hold on to it. As long as she could still feel it she thought she did not have to deal with the time to come, with the realisation of what had happened. The magical knight had turned on her and transformed into a vicious reptile.



“Hey... you?”, she heard a female voice next to her and only now realised that she had heard the front door of one of the houses. She looked up from where she was still cowering. Snape\'s short, plum friend was looking down at her out of her big, sad brown eyes. Her hood was covering her head and she had wrapped herself up in her cloak. Only then did Eleanor realise that it was rather cold. She gathered her own cloak around herself. The girl carefully put her hand on her shoulder.



“Are you alright? What are you doing here?... I know you, don\'t I?” She keeled down to Eleanor to have a better look at her, “you are Severus\' ward. What\'s wrong?”



Eleanor only shook her head, that little bit of will that was left in her panicked as she felt as though what had happened was already going to be found out.



“Come on”, the girl grabbed Eleanor under her shoulders and pulled her up, for someone so short, she was rather strong. Eleanor leaned onto her and let her take her inside. The girl helped her to the bed and let her sit down. Eleanor looked around in alarm but Snape was not there. She clawed at the bed sheet around her and breathed deeply. The girl sat down next to her and looked at her, while she carefully picked some leafs off her cloak.



She did not ask any more questions but merely studied Eleanor. Then after a while she stood up and heated up some water on a stove in the corner. She did not use a wand. She prepared some tea in a small pot and brought it over to the table next to the bed, then she sat down again and continued to look at Eleanor.



“My name is Phoebe”, She stroke a strand of black hair out of Eleanor\'s face then she said softly, “same pale skin... same black hair and eyes... you could be his daughter.” Eleanor pulled away.



“Sorry”, said Phoebe and closed her hands in her lap. After a moment of silence she tried again, “can you tell me why you were sitting outside my house at this time?”



Eleanor shook her head. Phoebe only nodded as though she was satisfied with the denial.



“Should I get Severus to pick you up? They must be worried about you up at the school. It is rather late.”



“No” whispered Eleanor.



“Do you want me to walk you to the grounds?”



Eleanor shook her head.



“Did you come here looking for your guardian?”



Eleanor shook her head again.



“You... didn\'t come here for me, did you?”



“No.”



It was silent again, then Phoebe continued: “Did something happen to you? It\'s okay.”



“No.”



“You know, if you need to tell someone what happened, you can tell me. It does not have to leave this room. Would you like to do that?”



“I.. I can\'t!”, Eleanor whispered. Phoebe stroke her hair again and replied warmly:



“That\'s okay.”



Eleanor felt the urge to cuddle up with this girl, there was something so warm and secure about her, she had not felt anything like it since her mother had died.



“I want to stay here”, Eleanor whispered.



Phoebe calmingly stroke her back: “Alright. But I should let Severus know. I am sure he is worried.”



“No! He will only come and take me away! He won\'t let me stay! Please, I want to stay. Just a while, please!”



Phoebe considered her seriously.



“I don\'t know, I... if I knew what had happened... of course you can stay but I don\'t know if I am doing the right thing.”



“Please! I can\'t go out there again! Please! ...Hold me.” Eleanor burst into silent tears and Phoebe put her arms around her and rocked her gently.



“I\'m sorry... what ever it is that has happened to you. I am sorry. I know what grief feels like. I don\'t wish it on anyone. You can stay here with me tonight. Don\'t worry about anything until tomorrow. Tomorrow is a new day. Everything always looks different with new sunlight. Believe me, I let it fool me every day for a bit of new hope.”