Unwanted

Chapter 2

Disasters

You\'re not in this alone

Let me break this awkward silence

Let me go, go on record

Be the first to say i\'m sorry

Hear me out,

Well if you take me down

Or would you lay me out

And if the world needs something better

Let\'s give them one more reason now

[Chorus]

This broken city sky like

Butane on my skin

And stolen from my eyes

Hello angel, tell me where are you

Tell me where we go from here



And in this moment we can\'t close the lids on burning eyes

Our memories blanket us with friends we know like fallout vapour

Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and black

It reaches in and tears your flesh apart

As ice cold hands rip into your heart



That\'s if you\'ve still got one that\'s left inside that cave you call a chest

And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence

And if the world needs something better, let\'s give them one more reason now

(Skylines and turnstiles My chemical romance)



It was November. The tension in the school was growing day by day. The world outside Hogwarts was crumbling down. Falling apart. Everyday the prophet brought bad news. New massacres. New death. And it was coming nearer. Not even Hogwarts seamed safe enough these days.

But it was a particularly cruel and massive attack of Voldemort to a muggle ground school that affected everyone the most. Some student had lost their own sibling in that attack and were now mourning. The ground school was known for being attended by special kids, which means future wizard and witches.

The day after the massacre Dumbledore held a speech in the great hall and it was hurtful to see the blank seat at the long tables. There was no single reason to explain why the various students weren\'t present for the speech. Many were muggleborn, and were even now contacting their families to arrange their escape into the muggle world, away from the nightmare. Some were half-bloods, but leaving for similar reasons. A disturbingly large group of those absent had lost family members and friends in the attack, and then there were those students who had abstained from the school-wide announcements to comfort their grieving friends and classmates. Voldemort had Chosen his target well this time. If he wanted to show of his cruelness he did it.

Dumbledore was at the front of the room, addressing the students from behind the staff table as he would have at any feast. He surveyed the four house tables laid out before him; a sea of angry and fearful faces turned to him for direction.

The Gryffindors, who were so stubbornly leaving spaces for their absent friends.

The Hufflepuffs, whose table was the least populated, with a great many of its members choosing loyally to stay in their house with their grieving friends.

The Ravenclaws were almost all in attendance, looking for any new information that the headmaster could give them about the horrific events of the previous day.

And the Slytherin...

The Slytherin were a much more complicated group.

Some had come out of genuine concern, but not many. Others appeared to have come merely to gloat and scoff at their fellow students and the staff. An equal amount had, or so it seemed, stayed away to give a different message. A message of disregard toward Dumbledore and what he had to say. A declaration of just where they stood in this war.

Dumbledore was most interested to see Draco Malfoy seated among his small remaining court. Then Dumbledore cleared his throat, looking sombre and drawing the attention of the quickly silenced assembly. He said to the gathered students, "I thank you all for turning out this morning. Though there is of course no grudge against those who are not present. As I know you are all aware, it has become undeniable that Voldemort launched an attack yesterday on both the muggle world and the wizarding world.

As you have all heard, I am grief-laden to confirm that there were no survivors from the attack. Voldemort and his cohorts heartlessly dispatched every student and staff member. The most recent report is that seven hundred sixty-eight individuals died in the attack. Hogwarts sends our sympathy to the families and loved-ones of the victims. I would like to ask you all to bow your heads with us together, as we give a moment of silence to honour these poor souls."

Even the Slytherin didn\'t dare say anything as the entire hall fell into a hushed reverence beneath the wild looking clouds that roiled in the enchanted ceiling.

The headmaster waited several whole minutes before continuing, "The backlash of such attacks will surely echo throughout the world and even here at Hogwarts, they cannot be ignored. Many of your fellow students will be leaving us, either of their own volition or by the wishes of their families. The Hogwarts express will be making a special unscheduled trip this Saturday, to take those leaving back to London. Yet I assure all of you that Hogwarts will remain safe, and will always be a haven for those who desire her protection." if any of the students thought it odd that he was watching the Slytherin table as he said this, they didn\'t ponder on it long; their hearts and minds were too bowed with grief to consider much else. "Do not fear for your safety while you are within these walls. Hogwarts will not fall."



Full with grieve and hatred toward Voldemort Cho was walking fast to Snape office. She couldn’t stay with Harry at the moment. He had to stay by his friend’s side. She knew that much and didn’t want to be selfish. Seamus Finnegan’s sister died and also Dean Thomas mum, who was a teacher. He had asked her to go with him, but she didn’t find the strength to do so. It was too much for her. She wasn’t strong enough to support herself, let alone support someone else.



And just like last time she bumped into Malfoy again.

“Chang what are you doing down here, got lost again?”



Cho didn’t answer. Instead she glanced over at him, her own sharp retort dying unsaid as she took in Malfoy\'s appearance.

He appeared slightly subdued. Slightly less poised, eyes not quite as keen as usual.

Cho took a step closer and looked at him intently for the first time in weeks.

He didn’t look subdued! Merlin! He looked god awful. Eyes bloodshot, face so pale you could even see some veins underneath. Have this guy sleep at all in the last few days? Or maybe week?

What happened to the young man she had play Quidditch with? That night she felt a strange push to the boy, like a strong attraction. And she had felt close to him. Like he was the only one who could understand her.

She had compared him to Harry and Cedric. Her other two love interests so far and know that Malfoy was nothing like the other two; he was their total opposite, in fact - in manner, ethics, and temperament. Plenty of girls - and boys - at this school find precisely these things appealing about him; his aloofness, his dangerous air, his tendency to treat people as if they are below his notice. Cho was never one of those girls who were attracted to males like Malfoy so she choose to stay with Harry.

But it seems that Malfoy had changed. Quite a lot.

She couldn’t point out what was so alarming. The fact that Malfoy, who has always looked impeccable, storming around in those expensive clothes of his, now looked like he had sleep in his clothes. Or the fact that she was beginning to find Malfoy nice-looking. He took a step closer. His eyes were grey and a little unfocused as he stared at her. Cho realizes with some surprise that he was actually quite good-looking; the sneer that was so unattractive on a pointy 11-year-old face has become something infinitely more tolerable on the face he has now. Plus he wasn’t sneering at the moment.

And suddenly she began to get aroused about Malfoy. Her mind filled with images with the two of them making out and rolling on a bed and moving together at the same rhythm. She had never felt something this strong. Not even for Cedric and surely not for Harry.

Now he was really too close for comfort. But she was so lost in her thoughts that she startled when she felt his lips on her. Malfoy was feeling daring. He had felt awful for weeks now. Looking at her from a safe distant. Dreaming about her. Not being able to sleep at night. Feeling nausea and headaches all the time. He even went to Madame Pomfrey to do a check out but the old nurse frown and didn’t know what was wrong with him. He had been taking pepper up potion ever since. If he didn’t he felt numb and tired. He didn’t believe in the word lovesick, but he was beginning to doubted that that was not what he was affected of.

And now he was feeling alive again.

He was a little surprised when she responds immediately, applying her own pressure, opening her mouth under his. Her kiss was everything but gentle. They kissed with teeth and tongue and lips, and somehow his hands were in her hair and she was clutching his shoulders.



"Come with me," she invites taking his hand and leading him to her room.

“ Where are we going?” Asked Malfoy with puzzlement but following her anyway. When they arrived at the portrait he heard her whispering a password and a door was revealed.

“ Where are we?” Asked Malfoy but didn’t receive an answer. She gave him a smile that told him nothing and still in the highs of her arousement she closed the door and turned to look directly into his eyes. She kept the contact even as she deftly flicks open her robe and let the sinuous material slide down around her. Her smile widened when his usually impassive expression gave way to one of shock as his mouth gaped open and realization sunk in.

It\'s not an unattractive look for him.

Cho continued undressing herself. She was wearing only her necklace and her knickers. Then she finally pulled them down. She lifted one knee, then the other, and stepped out. With an inviting smile she lowered herself to the bed taking one of Malfoy’s hands in hers. She thought he had stopped breathing, and was waiting to see what she was going to do next.

She placed his hand in the space between her breasts near the phoenix shaped jade and held it there with her hands as she leaned forward and kissed him again.

Once the boundaries of one another\'s mouths had been thoroughly explored they moved on to necks. Malfoy\'s clean soapy scent filled her nose, unexpectedly arousing her even more.

Shadows and light danced over their heated skin, and the contrast of his being still fully clothed while she is utterly exposed to him is a powerful aphrodisiac.

His fingers trail confidently over her skin, mapping her curves and finding the places that make her gasp. He wasn\'t so experienced that his touch feels calculated and impersonal; no, he has the eager enthusiasm of a typical teenage boy, and his talented mouth and nipping teeth make her moan as he discovers what she likes.

Cho tugs at Malfoy\'s robe, pulling it over his head. Underneath he is wearing a white dress shirt and his Slytherin tie; seeing it reminds her of who he is, and why she shouldn’t do was she was doing but she couldn’t stop herself at this point.

She tugs on the tie, loosening it. Then she moved on to his shirt. She undid the buttons but when she motions to pull it off, he stalls her.

"Leave it on," he says. "Please."

"But it\'s hot in here," she protests, then shuts up when he draws his mouth to her breast.

Eventually, she was allowed to unbutton his trousers, freed that hard part of him that presses enticingly against her hip.

She wanted to see him altogether. She was feeling his body moving athletically beneath his shirt, and she could feel the hardness of his muscles. She knew that he probably has a beautiful body and didn’t know why she could see it.

Any further objections she might have had to not being allowed to remove a stitch of his clothing were likely forgotten when he lowers himself onto her. She gasps when it happens; he burns a trail of fire through her. He drops his forehead down to touch hers, their sweat intermingling, and for long moments they do nothing but share one another\'s breaths. She squeezes her muscles experimentally, making him suck in his breath.

Before long, Malfoy shifts and begins to move. He grinds his hips against hers, pulling and pushing, and she gasps into his ear. His trousers chafe the inside of her thighs, and she feels sinfully nude every time her nipples brush against his shirt. She can\'t believe how right all of this felt. Maybe it was a good idea not to undress him.

A white-hot pleasure knifes through her centre and immobilizes her. She wonders who is making all that noise, and realizes it is herself. Malfoy follows seconds later, his face pressed tightly against her neck, his hands gripping her hips with punishing force. She thought she will find ten perfect finger-shaped bruises there in the morning but didn’t worry.

For now, all she can do is pant and try to recover. The world does eventually stop spinning, and Malfoy rolls off of her onto his back. He pulls up his trousers but leaves them unbuttoned; he is breathing heavily and his eyes are closed.

Cho has enough presence of mind to close her legs, but otherwise does not move. The silence is broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire. Then Malfoy speaks.

"I don\'t like being used and especially I don’t like what’s Potter’s " he says coldly.

"You kissed me first" retorted Cho noting that he was his usually self again.

Malfoy opened his eyes and looks over at her with a minimal movement of his head. After awhile, he gives a slight shrug of resignation. " And you invited me here" he said gesturing around. “ You hadn’t answered me yet. Where are we?”

"This is my room" she replied honestly.

“ Nice” Malfoy said and for a while they just enjoyed the silence.



“ Why didn’t you let me take your shirt off? Shy or self-conscious?”

“ Yeah. You are older than I am and could likely be jailed for paedophilia.”

“ Very funny Malfoy but actually I am your age. I began Hogwarts when I was ten.”

Malfoy looked at Cho dumbly for a moment. She was still naked and wasn’t doing much about covering herself or something…

He focused on her eyes trying his best not to lower his view. But it was too late. He began to feel a pressure in his pants. Cho looked at him strangely. He fumbled to find something to ask and distracting himself.



"So what now?" he asked finally.

She took awhile to formulate her response. "Want to be friends?"

He gestures wryly at the scene around them. "I’d say we\'re past that point."

She smiles but shakes her head in the negative. "We’re not."

"Hmm. Instead of, or in addition to?" he wanted to sound vaguely bored or disinterested but didn’t manage it like he wanted to.

"You know I stay with Harry."

He sighs, then raises his arms and places his hands behind his head. "Fine," he says sarcastically. "I suppose I could try to be friends with you and your lovely boyfriend. "

"So don’t try to. I’m not forcing you.” She said dryly turning to look at him. And that’s when she saw it. Actually half of it, but it was unmistakable. When he had put his hands behind his head his sleeve had moved up just a little to reveal his dark mark. She sucked in her breath and stared at the mark. Astonishment and disgust ness filling her. Why was it such a surprise? She knew it was Malfoy. Everyone assumed he was a Deatheater but seeing it was another thing.

He noticed that something changed. He looked at her and her face and then followed her gaze and realized what she had seen.



“ It’s not what you think…” Began Malfoy but got interrupted by an angry Cho. “ It’s not what I think? How do you know what I was thinking? I didn’t know myself. Why I slept with you. Why are you here…I….leave me alone, Malfoy. I need time to think. Go away.”



“ Are you going to reveal my position?” Asked Malfoy at the door.

“I don’t know yet” I should…Thought Cho but then added as a threat “ but I’ll be watching you.”