Haunted

WARNING: There\'s a tiny bit-o-smut in this chapter...



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Chapter 3



A few completely uneventful weeks passed by. I had almost forgot about the whole diary incident until one chilly night in October. I was minding my own business, showering in the Slytherin boys bathrooms. My usual nightly routine. I was alone, also not out of the ordinary since it was rather late at night. There was this report I had accidently waited until last minute to finish. Kept me up a bit later than I had expected. But I wasn\'t about to go to bed without proper grooming.



Standing under the stream of hot water, I felt a sudden change in the air. Shivering, I reached out to adjust the water temperature. The water warmed right up, but I didn\'t. Chills crawled across my skin as I stood, puzzled, in a cloud of steam. Strange...



I gave up with the shower, being about finished anyhow. Turning the faucets off and grabbing my towel I had placed nearby, I quickly dried off. But even after being completely dry and wrapping the towel tightly around me, I still found myself shivering like mad. My frustration growing, I stomped off to a bench in the locker room where I had left my clothes. A first year boy was closing his locker on the opposite side of the room.



\"Hey,\" I called out as he turned to leave. The boy glanced back over his shoulder. \"Does it seem cold in here at all?\" I asked, wanting a second opinion.



The boy shook his head, \"Nah, why?\"



\"Never mind,\" I sat down on the bench beside my neatly folded clothes. The boy left, slamming the door behind him. He had to be wrong, it was freezing in there. I dropped the towel and started getting dressed. Maybe with some clothes on I\'ll warm up.



I had just pulled my boxers up when the door to the locker room behind me opening again. Only seeing him from the corner of my eye, I figured it was the same boy from before. Probably forgot something from his locker.



\"I still think it\'s freezing in here. There must be a window open somewhere.\" I mumbled, mostly to myself. The boy didn\'t respond. I slid my pants on, sitting back down on the bench shivering even worse than before. As if a gust of ice cold air had just blown through the room. But I had felt nothing. My arms, however, were speckled with goose bumps proving that there had been a change in my body temperature. This isn\'t right. Maybe I have a fever? That can\'t be it, I feel fine. Although it might be wise to pay the nurse a visit just in case.



Just as I was about to reach for my shirt, icy hands suddenly gripping my shoulders from behind. I leapt up off the bench in alarm, knocking my clothes and a mound of books to the floor at my feet.

\"Gah!!!\" I cried as I swung around to give the first year boy hell for startling me, \"Was that really bloody necessary-\" I stopped mid-sentence, my words catching in my throat. For I found myself face to face with the mysterious dark haired \'diary boy\' instead of some random little first year. Well, not face to face exactly. He was at least a head taller than me. Letting out a tiny gasp of surprise, I stumbled backwards into an adjacent wall of lockers. The boy didn\'t flinch, his cold eyes staring me down.



\"W-who the hell are you?\" I croaked, now covered head-to-toe in goose bumps. I was beyond freezing. It felt like it was coming from the inside out... Is that even possible? \"Answer me damn you!\" I demanded as he took a step towards me, my voice shaking like mad. I knew I didn\'t sound the least bit menacing. He paused, his eyes trailing down to the pile of books scattered across the floor at our feet. His attention was fixed on the familiar blood-stained diary, just inches from my right foor. The boy brought his attention back to me, an amused smirk playing on the corners of his mouth. It didn\'t take a genius to figure that one out.



I shivered, folding my arms across me chest, \"You\'re Tom, aren\'t you?\" He smiled even wider, which was much more menacing in appearance than friendly. \"What do you want from me?\" I demanded, this time without my voice quivering. The smile disappeared from Tom\'s face as he stood motionless, hovering over me. His eyes appeared black and vaguely hollow. There was life in them, but not quite. He took a step towards me again, this time much too close for comfort. I attempted slipping away to the side, his icy hands swiftly reaching up again and gripping my shoulders hard to the lockers. He was fast. And strong. Mad strong. Tom\'s thin lips twisted back into a smile as he watched me squirm for a moment.



\"What in bloody hell do you think you\'re doing!? Let me go!\" I growled, trying to pull away from his cold touch. I was still shivering, still feeling like my insides were turning to ice. I didn\'t want to be this close to him. The feeling of being frozen got worse the closer he was. And when he touched me, it was unbearable. Somehow, I managed to pull away from the lockers and run towards the door. I needed to get out of there. Far far away. Bare feet, unfortunately, don’t have good traction. Especially on damp tile floors. I slipped on the tiles only feet from the door, stumbling forwards. I hit elbows first, crying out as pain shot through both my arms. Very graceful, Draco. Instinctively, I quickly rolled over on my back to protect myself from my attacker. He was on top of me in seconds, pinning me hard down to the floor. His face inches from mine, hovering menacingly over me.



I must of blacked out for a moment. The room around me changed into a parallel world. Or so it seemed like a parallel world. That\'s the only way I could honestly describe it. I remember haunting visions of death and destruction. Places that seemed vaguely familiar, like I should remember them but don\'t. People screaming in terror, blinding flashes of light, curses being chanted by unknown persons, and, most prominently, a large black robed figure. I felt ambushed by it all. So many things were happening at once, I couldn\'t focus on just one horrific scene.



I blinked and the room came back into view. Tom was still on top of me. How much time had passed? Was it a few minutes or only mere seconds? I couldn\'t tell. But things were a little different either way. Tom\'s lips were now pressed firmly against my own, his tongue skillfully exploring my mouth. And I was letting him, even kissing him back with the same stomach-churning enthusiasm. By the taste and feel it seemed we had been at it for awhile. After taking in what was happening, I let out a muffled cry of alarm through his lips. I tried desperately to squirm away, to no avail. His arms were still holding me firmly beneath him, pinned to the ground.



Tom\'s lips crept away from my mouth, gliding slowly down my neck and giving me the much needed freedom to scream my head off. But when I tried, nothing more than a small, weak cry came out. Seconds later I was thrown back into the parallel world again. The images came rushing back to me at a faster speed. Screams from every direction. Pleas of terror echoing across my skull. The black robed figure from before was approaching me. Along with the figure came a strange new sensation. A searing pain that started in the middle of my chest and slowly crawled throughout the entirety of my body. It was increasing in intensity every second.



I came to with a jolt this time, gasping violently for air. It took a moment before the pain faded and my eyes attempted to focus once again on reality. I felt a dull ache throughout my body, as if it had gone entirely numb and was in the process of waking up. Pins and needles tinged across all of my limbs. Still disoriented, I managed to prop myself up on my bruised elbows. I appeared to be still sprawled on the floor, the blurry figure of Tom still crouched over me. Except now I was naked. Why the hell was I naked? My pants and boxers were gone. I could faintly see them crumpled in a pile near the bench I was dressing at earlier, half way across the room. Still trying to take in the new situation, I let out a gasp of surprise as a surge of pleasure waved over my still tingling body. It was a very very familiar feeling. But why on earth was I experiencing it now? As soon as it passed, I pryed open my eyes and glanced down to see Tom\'s tongue slide off the tip of my erect cock. His black eyes staring up at me with pure amusement through strands of even blacker hair. I cried out in total disgust and surprise, which came out sounding more like a low, throaty moan than I had intended. Obviously, I still wasn\'t fully in control of my body. Tom sat up, wiping his mouth slowly with the back of his hand and smiling. It took every ounce of energy I could gather in my disoriented, tingling form to pull myself upright in a sitting position and crawl backwards away from him. I dragged myself back until I hit the wall beside the door. My hand reached up for the door knob, sliding limply back down to the floor beside me as the room faded away to blackness once more. But this time, it remained black.



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\"For the last time, I don\'t know what happened!\" I growled defensively, leaning my head in my folded arms. I was seated in my bed, propped up on a clump of overstuffed pillows and wrapped in my warmest blanket. A chill or two still ran through my body, which I tried in vain to ignore. The feeling of being frozen still lingered deep inside my chest.



Professor Snape stood at the edge of the bed, looking rather bored with my story, \"So you\'re telling me you just slipped and fell, was knocked unconscious, and woke up hours later?\" He drawled for the third time.



\"Exactly..\" I didn\'t bother looking up. He needs to leave me be. My story was weak, but it\'s all I had. Or at least, it\'s all Snape was going to hear from me.



Snape rounded the bed and grabbed my blanket, tugging it off my shoulders, \"That still doesn\'t explain these!\" He snapped. Large purplish gray bruises had formed on both my shoulders. You could barely see the outline of fingers. I hoped I was the only one who noticed the finger marks...



I hesitated before pulling the blanket back over me, \"I told you, I fell. I have bruises on my elbows too, remember?\"



\"Fine,\" Snape paused, \"When you feel like telling me what really happened, I\'ll be in my chambers,\" He gave me one of his famous scowls before turning towards the door in a swoosh of black robes. I was alone for only seconds before Crabbe and Goyle came rushing in the room.



\"Oh what now...\" I rolled my eyes, sinking back into the pillows.



They stopped at the side of my bed, Crabbe shooting a worried glance to Goyle, \"Well, go on! Show him!\"



Goyle hesitated, slowly pulling a familiar black, tattered book out from behind his back.



I frowned at the sight of it.



\"There\'s more writing!\" Crabbe whispered, \"We saw it while you were still out cold. When Snape brought you back here about an hour ago.\"



I tried very hard not to picture Professor Snape carrying my lifeless, naked self wrapped up in a towel back to my dorm. Wonder what rumors are going to come out of that... ugg. My eyes went from the book to Crabbe to Goyle, \"And?\"



Goyle handed the book to me, obviously not wanting to read it\'s new contents out loud. I didn\'t like touching the thing, instantly being reminded of Tom\'s last visit.



\"The fifth page,\" Goyle nodded, \"Open it.\"



Sighing with regret, I opened the book and thumbed to the fifth page. Bold black ink scrawled across the page. I read it and quickly closed my eyes. A pit of nausea forming in my stomach.



\"He attacked you, didn\'t he?\" Crabbe whispered.



I closed the book in my lap and opened my eyes. Stared blankly down at it\'s torn cover.



\"That spineless bastard,\" Crabbe hissed, \"Attacking someone alone in an empty locker room while they are changing. Probably snuck up behind you, I\'m sure.\"



\"Yeah,\" Goyle added, \"Boy, if we were there he\'d of been mince meat!\"



\"Did you...\" I tore my eyes away from the book and looked up to them, hesitating, \"Did you tell Snape about this?\"



\"What, the diary?\" Crabbe asked.



\"No,\" I shook my head, tossing the vile little book to my side. I winced as my bruised elbow brushed against my leg, \"Not the stupid diary. About Tom. Did you tell him about Tom?\"



\"No, why?\" Crabbe scratched his chin, \"Didn\'t tell him about the diary neither. You think we should have?\"



\"No,\" I closed my eyes, \"Not yet at least.\"



\"So Tom did attack you then?\" Goyle asked, not letting me get away that easily.



I paused, not opening my eyes. \"You could say that,\" I mumbled under my breath.



\"Oh his arse is ours,\" Crabbe grinded his right fist into his left palm in his usual bully-esque manner, \"If I ever see that son of a-\"



\"I need to get some sleep,\" I interrupted, not wanting to hear his ridiculous future plans for our friend Tom. If they had any idea how strong, how bloody creepy this Tom guy was...



\"Right,\" Goyle nudged Crabbe, \"We\'ve got to get breakfast before it\'s over anyhow. C\'mon.\"



I was alone again, thankfully alone. Although I wasn\'t so sure I wanted to be alone because now I was left with nothing but my own damning thoughts to keep me company. I remembered vividly what had happened in the locker room, for the most part at least. The eerie coldness (which I was still feeling remnants of) the confrontation with Tom, the strange \'visions\', and most of all... Well, I didn\'t want to remember that part. But how could I not? I was far from being a homosexual. I\'ve never had an experience with a guy before and I never wished to either. Why had I awoke finding myself partaking in those... those things with Tom? Had I done it unconsciously, or was I really awake and aware of what was taking place? I pushed that second thought far from my mind almost as soon as it happened. Of course I wasn\'t aware of what that prick was doing to me. How could I be? I was flying around in some nasty fantasy land full of demons and monsters. Far from reality. Far from what was really taking place. I shivered suddenly, but not from the cold. From a memory flashing back to me. The feeling of Tom\'s tongue slowly snaking around my cock. Disgusted with myself and my own mind, I pushed it as far away as possible with the rest of them. I shifted uncomfortably in my bed, curling up against the pillows. While I was moving, the diary fell off my lap and opened at my side. I forgot it was there.



Picking it up with a great amount of hesitation, I flipped open to the last entry once more:



\'Draco,


I enjoyed our little adventure last night.


We should do it again sometime soon.


Very very soon.


Sincerely, Tom.\'




I snapped the small book shut, tossing it violently across the room. It soared over Crabbe\'s bed, landing somewhere beyond it with a dull thud on the stone floor. I rolled over in bed so I was facing the opposite direction of where the book had landed. Pulling the covers over me and shivering once more, I closed my eyes.



\"Fuck you, Tom.\"



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See? Told you I\'d update after a few reviews... Any suggestions are always welcome. Along with any ideas on where you\'d like to see this story go. Who knows, I might just pick one of the ideas and roll with it. :)