Beleaguered

It did not matter that she was anything, but what she was. She was nothing, in other’s eyes, she was nothing. Yet here she was. Talking to this man. This man that refused to face his unfairness. That saw nothing but his own children, not the children that have been buried in the earth to rot.



“How do you feel, my child?” His voice was a husky whisper, beautiful in its old, foolish age.



“Well, sir.” She answered simply. Her hand clasped behind her back, her back straight and her eyes looking forward. They walked in silence for a time, the only sound was that of the night, of owls flying and of the wind blowing through the trees. The fabric of their robes would give a flutter as to acknowledge that it was there, hiding their vulnerability from the world, hiding their shame…hiding her scars.



His twinkling eyes lowered to her face. His long white beard concealed his worried mouth.



“Please….how do you feel?” He asked once more, a hint of desperation in his voice. She raised her head to look at him. No word needed to be said, the answer was in her stone face.



They stopped in front of an arch. The night displayed to them. A cold breeze would lift her hair slightly and make her shiver in joy; a simple joy, but, nonetheless, a joy. She closed her eyes and inhaled the unique fragrance of nature. He sighed beside her. A tired sigh, full of regret.



“I want to help you.” He said, looking at the moon rather than her.

“How?” She was wiser than he was, it appeared. How, how could he help her? He couldn’t. It was a simple answer, he couldn’t.



“One day you’ll live, truly live. Full of happiness, and love and joy.” He whispered reverently.



“I am happy now?” Was she? She did not know. She thought she was, but not always. But she was happy? Or something close to happiness. She shook her head, to get rid of her thoughts. She took his hand into hers, raised it to her lips and softly kissed the weathered skin.



“Don’t waste your thoughts on me. Think only of your children. We are forgotten, we have been forgotten for a long time.” She let go of his hand and walked away. The shadows of the castle swallowed her into the cold pit that was her home.



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“Can you believe this?” The screeching voice of Pansy broke through her thoughts. She looked up from her plate at Pansy, not really to listen but to appear to be listening. She was left alone when she pretended to care.



“Sirius Black is said to be in here. In the castle.” Pansy said it in a low, important voice.



“Really?” Asked Daphne in a awed tone.



“Yes.” Pansy leaned further in, to make sure she had everyone’s undivided attention. “There was a break-in in the Gryffindor tower. Their entrance was totally slashed to bits.” Pansy let out a gleeful giggle that made her sound like a hyena, but that was only Milli’s personal thought.



She droned out the conversation that was going on. She went back to watching her plate, imagining that a little elf with sharp teeth would jump out of her scrabbled eggs and bite part of her face off. She smiled at her silly thought.



She continued her imagining, feeling his eyes boring into her. She finely looked up, straight at his blue twinkling eyes, to satisfy him. He always wanted to make sure that she was perfectly alright before any lessons. She even smiled, perhaps it would be even more comforting to him. It was, he smiled back, the twinkle in his eyes shone brighter. She went back to her breakfast, the slight, fake smile still on her lips.



“Why are you smiling?” The drowsy, deep voice asked. She looked up as the only person who she could call anything of a companion or friend, Blaise.



“It’s a beautiful day.” Was her answer.



“Hmm… ‘suppose it is.” Blaise replied. Not really ready to have any sort of conversation at the moment.



This is what she liked about Blaise, his willingness to embrace silence. Silence was few and far between when she was at school, there seemed to be a constant vibrating hum going through Hogwarts.



Blaise finished his breakfast quickly. The stood and went to their first class. They took seats in the back. Blaise rested his head on his books as Milli opened one of hers. As more students entered the class a hand came out and grasped her arm tightly and then let go. She winced in pain and looked up to see the pale blonde hair of Draco Malfoy pass her. Draco gave her a quick glance before he continued down the rows of desks. He took a seat a few desks in front and to the right of her.



She went back to reading her book, no longer understanding the letters on the page. She turned her head to the side and saw Blaise watching her. His large, violet eyes studying her every expressions. His face showed nothing but calculated focus. She turned away from his stare and breathed in deeply.



Their new DADA teacher was a sickly looking man. He wore old robes, that looked as if they were concealing a bony form. And he spoke softly as to not frighten, not only the students, but himself. She had taken an instant liking to her new teacher, Professor Lupin. The rest of the day went on as the years previous had been. The same teachers, new lessons, same people; it was a familiar routine that made her life more stable.



At dinner that night, she listened with half an ear to what Blaise was telling her. She wondered about the new sleeping arrangements for the students. All of the students were to sleep in the Great Hall. Sirius Black, sounded familiar.



****



She opened her makeshift bed and laid it out gently. She had to smile at the giggles and excitement from some of the students. It amused her, how teenagers, even when facing a possible dangerous situation, still managed to think with their hormones. Blaise was already sitting down when she finished. He looked at her with a pout on his full lips and heavily lidded eyes, an expression she still found endearing even after being used so often.



“I heard they might close the school. I hope they don’t, I don’t want to go home. I can hardly stand my mother and her whores for the two months we see each other, I don’t think I could handle the whole year.” He said looking down at his lap.



“Well, it wouldn’t be any problem in my house. My parents are never home, they’re always out at some gathering or another.” She sighed. “But it has it’s appeal. I mean, I like the solitude my house offers.”



“You’ll end up an old spinster. This behavior is not healthy for someone so young. We need to live our lives and enjoy the company of all those that want to enjoy ours.” He said in a suggestive voice a leering smile on his face that told Milli exactly what he was talking about.



Milli playfully pushed his face to the side and climbed under her covers. She rested her head on her pillow and turned toward him.



“I still have time to live and enjoy people.” She said right before the lights were out and the only glow that was left, was that of the spelled ceiling.



****



The gentle closing of the doors in the great hall woke her. She opened her eyes slowly. Blinked a few times to remove the sleep from them. She slowly rose from her makeshift bed and turned her head to look at Blaise’s sleeping face. She sank back down and pulled the cover to her chin. She closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come.



She waited for what seemed like 20 minutes before she realized that sleep would not come. She rose again, this time standing and looking at all those around her. Every child looked to be sleeping, and she turned toward the great doors. The pressure in her lower abdomen lead her to the restroom. She walked down the empty, dark halls. She admired the silence of them, the calmness.



Her head jerked behind her when she heard something. There was nothing. She turned her head forward and continued to her destination, her body stiff with unexplained fear. She swallowed nervously, but did not look back.



When she reached the restroom, she entered the stall furthest away from the door. She pulled her bottoms down and sat down. A little creak told her that someone else had entered. Nothing else was heard but the small tickle of her peeing. After she was done she pulled her bottoms back up and went to wash her hands.



The pouring water seemed too loud at the moment. As she dried her hands, she heard sounds of swishing behind her. Panicked she turned, but saw nothing. Breathing heavily she tried to calm herself with small whispers of comfort.



“There’s nothing there, there’s nothing there…” She repeated to herself. She closed her eyes and held on tightly to the basin behind her, feeling her fingers cramp from her efforts. Suddenly something brushed against her face, and moments later the gray iris of Draco Malfoy were staring her in the face. She gasped and looked down to see a cloak around his feet. When she looked back at him, he had a smirk on his lips.



“Milli, Milli, Milli…” Draco purred. “Do you remember who started calling you that?” He asked, a sweet smile gracing his lips, a smile that made his beautiful features seem terrible.



“Y-Y-Yes..” She choked out.



“Who?” He asked, bringing his face closer to hers. She turned her face away from his. She tried to slide away from him, but he brought his hands down to her sides, right beside her own hands.



“Come on Milli, who?” The sweet smile was gone, replaced by a teasing one.



She looked at him, her face stoic. “You.”



His smile widened. “And do you remember that night? That dress was killing you. I knew the moment you entered the room, the way you kept touching it and puling at it…My father remembers you, asks about you… I told him that I would marry you.” He nuzzled her cheek. She felt the softness of his skin, still unblemished by the stubble of older boys.



“I have to go back.” she pushed against his chest.



“No, no. don’t leave now. You never speak to me Milli. Stay with me a little longer.” He hugged her to him tightly, she lay limp in his arms. “We can play a game if you want.” He suggested.



Hearing that she pushed against his chest more. Angry tears forming as he laughed.



“Shut up. Let me go.” She begged him, sobs escaping her. “I don’t want to play with you Draco, please let me go.”



“I like the way you say my name.” He said quietly, resting his head on her shoulder, sounding like a putout boy. “Why do you never talk to me anymore? Or look at me… Why are you always with that boy?” With that he tightened his hold on her.



“He’s my friend.” she gasped.



“Really?” He raised his head. His eyes had gone cold. “Am I your friend?”



Milli, a little scared, answered quickly. “Yes you are. You’re my friend.”



“Good.” He said and rested his head again on her shoulder. Both of their heads snapped up when they heard footsteps coming closer. Very quickly, Draco picked up Milli and his cloak and went to the last stall. He held his fingers to her mouth and motioned for her to be quiet.



Draco looked at her pressed against the wall ,and admired all of her. The fullness of her lips, the curve of her chin, her large green eyes, and the rising of her developing chest. Her chest caught his attention. The rise and fall of them. The small curve upward.



He raised his hand to them, and cupped one in his hand. The softness fascinated him. She gasped and he looked back at her. She put her hand on his, asking him silently to let go. But he only smiled at her. When he heard whoever had entered leave, he slowly began pushing against her.



Milli gasped at the feeling it was giving her. It was strange and new, but not unpleasant. He pushed her up a little, so her feet no longer touched the floor, and opened her legs. He pushed himself into her.



“Do you know what this is?” He asked, panting slightly. “This right here?” He asked again pushing his length into her. She gasped as it made contact with her core. “My father told me about it. Right before I came to Hogwarts, I had my first erection.” He pushed more strongly into her. “He told me how to make it go away. He said to me, ‘Draco whenever it happens, all you have to do is touch, and it’ll be better.’… He didn’t tell me that when other people touch it’s much better.” He chuckled.



“Draco stop.” Milli gasped against him.



“No. I need something more. My friend Milli. I need something much more.” He murmured and reached for her bottoms and roughly began yanking them down. Milli watched confused. He pulled down her underwear more gently seeing the childishness of them, decorated with blue birds and yellow flowers.



When done, he saw that she had a little turf of hair, just beginning to grow. He pulled out his cock, not bothering in taking of his pajama bottoms, the elastic giving him enough to pull it out easily. He lifted her up more, and very slowly entered her.



She whimpered loudly, but he shushed her softly and kissed her. He continued entering her, amazed at the tightness that gripped him.



“Don’t worry. It will only hurt a little.” He whispered and shoved the rest of his length into her. Milli inhaled sharply and held her breath, waiting for the awesome pain to go away. Draco stood still, waiting for her to guide him.



After a few minutes had passed, so had the pain. And a new feeling began to take over. Something that tingled and hurt slightly. She moved and the feeling increased. She moved once more, knowing the rhythm of this particular act. Draco let her whole body rest against him, and let her continue her movements.



He finally pushed her against the wall and took control. His movements were deep and fast giving him the most pleasure and her just a little, purely selfish. Little gasps and moans escaped her mouth.



And soon it was over. Draco slipped out of her wet cavern as slowly as he had entered her. He was left satisfied and she, well she was left with a feeling of longing.



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That first time had been pleasant, but nothing great. But Draco had learned. He had given her an orgasm on the third time. Having learned what to do, from books he had said. After that it was almost everyday as they spent in school. She feared for some time that she would become pregnant, but the whispered words Draco said right before any sort of intercourse put her worry to rest.



Milli was brought out of her thought by the other prefects entering the train compartment. She saw the new Head Girl enter and was not surprised to see Hermione Granger.



She felt his presence the moment he entered. She looked to see him, her lover, as beautiful as ever, standing but Hermione Granger overlooking everyone, everyone but her.





Note from Author

Has anyone noticed that I’ve only used one real vulgar word. Well, I’m not very good at writing sex scenes. So if it was shit, sorry. Well, here it is. And it’s not the end. I still want to continue, but it takes me a while to update. Also, I did not reread this to check for any errors, so you might find a few of them…