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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 20:57:33 GMT -5
Anastasia had debated with herself for several days about how to go about getting her revenge. She had schemed, she had planned, but outwardly had left Draco alone. Let him think he had won, let him think she was cowed. It would make it that much sweeter when she bruised that angel face of his. True, if all went according to plan he would have no idea she'd done it, but she would know, and he would wonder, and that was enough. Some might have questioned the rational of getting all dolled up to punch someone in the face. For Anya's part, if he did catch a glimpse of her, she wanted him to remember, and to regret passing on his non-existent chances.
So she put on the sleep shirt, made as if she was going to bed, closed the curtains around her and waited. The reasonable voice in her head screamed that this was a terrible idea, but her aching pride simply didn't care. No matter what he did to her after tonight, no matter what revenge he took, she'd gotten there first, and it would be worth it. A few hours later, when the dorm fell silent and she was positive no one would be awake at such an indecent hour, she crept out of bed, cast a silencing charm to muffle her movements, and left the dorm. Thankfully, her fellow Slytherins were either asleep or otherwise occupied in other parts of the castle, because the common room was empty. She'd briefly reconsidered as she crested the top of the stairs, but then she caught a glimpse of a rune she'd missed, something about remembering make up so she wouldn't scare anyone. Her eyes narrowed to near slits, and she made a soft, frustrated growling noise.
She'd never attempted a trip to the boy's dorm before, and wondered if it might have some sort of magic to keep her out, but nothing happened. She supposed that made sense, since there were many girls who spent a considerable amount of time there. It was almost too easy really, but she walked cautiously anyway, barefoot and virtually silent, wand taped to her thigh for safe keeping if she needed it. Some of them snored, loudly, and she smirked. She wasn't able to cast the lumos spell, that might wake someone, so she had to wait for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. Thankfully, something glowed dimly on the other side of the room, allowing her limited vision. All the curtains were closed, but rather than search each one, she looked at the area around them. She searched for something on a bedside table that would give her a clue.
Finally she spotted something, the quill holder on the stand next to one of the central beds. It was silver, engraved, and looked pricey. Just the sort of basic status symbol she was looking for. It screamed 'I'm far too good for basic school supplies', and she smiled a sly smile to herself. She was careful not to move anything laying haphazardly in the floor, unsure how much her silencing charm would cover for her. When she finally made it, she pulled the curtain back slowly, cautiously, and cast another charm for good measure. What she saw, caused her heart rate to pick up, and she scolded herself internally for her physical attraction to him. He was definitely shirtless, one arm draped where she could see it.
He was beautiful, and terrible, and she was done admiring what nature had given him. She inhaled deeply, working up nerve, and reared back, a black eye would do nicely.
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:01:28 GMT -5
It had been a quiet evening and Draco found it far too warm in the common room for his comfort so he had headed up with most of the rest. While two of the others gossiped about a girl from Ravenclaw one of them wanted to seduce, he had undressed silently (going to the bathroom to hide side of his arm) sliding on pajama shorts and deciding no shirt that evening. Returning in a silk robe of a wine pattern, he had slid into bed and then slipped off the robe, hiding the dark mark under the sheet, the other over it. After the others had started putting out lights, he lay there for a few minutes still thinking about the cabinet and what he would try and work on in the morning, what angle would be best to start with next.
It had taken a little while to drift off and he was still doing so as someone came towards the boy's stair.
For once, annoyance worked. For several days now one of the other was having allergy problems and while not a loud snorer, he could be heard across the room slightly, disturbing Malfoy enough to make it hard to relax completely. Thus when someone entered the right dorm he was barely into sleep, and her search barely disturbed him because the allergy kid was the same level of volume. But when she cast the charm the sound cut off, and that was what caught his mind's attention. As she moved then it was silent, too silent and that was what woke him. As he opened his eyes blearily, it was to see dimly movement in the dark and because of the lack of light in his eyes it could have been a Death Eater in robes about to stab down!
Instantly waking, he threw his arm up and caught her, deflecting it, but catching it just past her elbow, able to keep her from punching him and in the next few moments he managed to free his other arm to catch her wrist, using her arm to deflect her other arm trying to hit him in the head! He yelled but no sound came out and he was so in the moment he totally forgot about his non-verbals. As the struggle went on, she hit him along both his arms and close to his head a few times, stinging smacks as he woke enough to see it was a person, no robes. As he managed finally to catch her other flailing arm, he found himself holding both wrists and it was then he realized it was a girl, trying to hit him for some reason...
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:07:01 GMT -5
Damn it all to hell was Anastasia's only coherent thought when he reacted. Her momentary shock was enough to give him the upper hand, and when he grabbed first one arm and then the other, she fought him frantically. There was no recognition in his eyes, he hadn't realized it was her yet. If she could just get away from him. She worked her body until she was kneeling over him on the bed, using it for leverage as she worked her arms free. It was clear he wasn't fully awake yet, because she managed to get a fairly firm grip on his arms. When she realized he couldn't speak to curse her, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Malfoy I swear to Salazaar if you don't let me go I'll hex your bloody balls off!" Shit, she'd spoken, he might not be able to see her clearly but he'd know her voice. Especially since she had to be the only girl in Slytherin who didn't worship him. Eyes wide, she fought harder, working his arms apart so that he had less leverage. He was already at a disadvantage since he was on his back and she was upright. His legs were tangled in the sheets on his bed, and the more he struggled with her, the more of him she could see. He was almost naked, she realized and the adrenaline doubled. In this case, however, she didn't mind, since the rush lent her extra strength. He was trying to fend her off, but having to depend on only his arms while she had her whole body wasn't faring well for him.
After several moments of wrestling with him, she finally worked his arms apart, and pinned them. Breathing hard, and smirking triumphantly, she taunted him. "Well, Malfoy", she whispered harshly. "How does it feel to be on this end of the fight? Not so much fun is it?" She knew she should take her chance and bolt, but something stopped her. She might never get this chance again, and the moment he got a hold of her she was going to pay for it, so she might as well enjoy what little satisfaction she was going to get. "What's the matter?" she asked him, "lost for words?" She wondered how it must feel for him to be the victim for once. She hoped it left a mark he'd never forget.
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:10:09 GMT -5
Mouthing silent cuss words, Malfoy found but knew he was nearly immediately at a disadvantage. On his back, leverage was an issue. His hands couldn't be straight because who ever it was had been leaning over. And no wizard did bench pressing so he was not used to pushing up hard as he needed here, yet he was able to catch both of "her" arms to some degree, but he figured he would have some bruises on his arms. Furious woke him up more to thinking, but her sudden words, made his eyes pop!
Damn it, this girl was really out to hurt him!
Nearly as bad as the DE image might have been, he figured pretty quickly she had found some way to pull a revenge on him and that gave him a bit more desperation to fight with. Mostly though that shoved the cover off the bed as he fought to free his legs from the sheets and he felt the coolness of the room on his skin, exposed body to whatever nastiness she had planned. He called her several nasty names, but since she couldn't hear them it only made him madder. Slowly though she managed to get his arms farther apart by crawling more onto the bed to use her weight against him and push down.
Furious he glared, heavy breathing, chest heaving as she finally managed to force his arms flat, his elbows flat. A Malfoy helpless; he seethed. Maybe his eyes declared the revenge he would take on her skin later when he was free, but she was gloating and loving it he could tell. She spoke, taunting him, making it worse. His eyes flared and he ran through the possibilities. She had pinned him, but though she forced him to defeat, she could not do anything with it, couldn't let go of him to do the things she might. To do that she would need a free hand. He took hope, his eyes turning sly, waiting for her next move and hoping it had nothing to do with the parts of him she had just threatened....
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:13:54 GMT -5
He was glaring, eyes smoldering in a way that bespoke all sorts of devious torturous intentions. She was so going to bloody well pay for this later. Maybe she could change schools, sleep with one eye open, resolve to never be alone for the rest of her natural life. But, in the moment, none of this mattered. She had won, and even if he killed her tomorrow, she'd managed to put The Draco Malfoy in his place for a night. It was enough to make her buoyant, despite the consequences, she merely smiled at him. Unfortunately, she'd come to the conclusion that gloating was going to be all she could do. Without a free hand, she couldn't get her wand, and letting go of him was a death wish waiting to happen. It was then that she realized how close she was, leaning over him in her quest for leverage, her face dangerously close to his own. She could feel his breath on her lips as his chest heaved, and was pleased on some primal level to know she'd made him struggle.
Still, she was a teenage girl, and her body became very aware that he was laying there, chest heaving, muscles tense under her hands. His eyes were dark, almost black between the depth of his emotions and the low light. He was breath taking, and against her will her body responded to his nearness. The adrenaline pulsed, singing through nerve endings as she struggled to catch her own breath. His expression had changed, though he still looked furious, now he was watching her, waiting for her to do something. What was it about his fury, the depths of it in his eyes that she found so attractive?
Oh, right, daddy issues.
She inched closer to him, wanting to see his eyes clearly. The high that came with defeating him, the rush of power made her brave. "I told you, if I found my way here, you wouldn't survive the night, didn't I Malfoy?" A second later, she was kissing him, hard She grazed her teeth over his bottom lip before she bit down, firmly enough to hurt him but not to draw his blood. The last thing she wanted was to taste the source of his pride in her mouth. She still had his arms, but was no longer focused on keeping them as she'd been a moment before. How dare he call her boring? Unstable? She'd show him unstable, she'd show him more than he'd ever dreamed of. She dug her fingers into his arms, wreaked havoc on his lips, hoping she'd bruise them too.
Whatever he did to her tomorrow, she'd leave her mark tonight.
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:17:37 GMT -5
The silver engraved ink stand was no ordinary piece just as Draco was no ordinary Slytherin. It had been passed down to him through one of his uncles, beautiful, large, and heavily engraved craftsmanship. It was a very valuable piece but also had a few...extras. The man had believed in twisting normal magic to do darker things and Draco could certainly appreciate that! He himself was also larger then life, extremely wealthy, and heavily skilled, crafted by his family especially his aunt Bellatrix and his father Lucius. There was more then just hard work in his making, their was pride.
Something this b--witch had just tried to take away, to hurt him more then physically. Whatever she had had in mind had not been completed physically, but he was feeling the ache of it in his mind. She had taken a chance and managed in some part to take away some of that good feeling of self-control he normally carried everywhere with him, that confidence. Only one other person had managed that over the years and it was another he hated with passion.
Potter.
So as she gloated, his mind fought back against the idea he had been defeated by a girl and he seethed like a low rolling boil just waiting it's chance to overflow. She couldn't keep him down forever and when she did there were things to be done, things to make her learn who really ran things and who she would regret dealing with forever. He could not use much dark magic in the castle without fear of detection, but there were more then a few tricks up his sleeve. As she went to using nails and teeth he silently gasped from the sudden pain, but quickly shuffled it off to another compartment as he saw his chance.
She had moved her hands to his arms, no longer keeping his wrists pressed down which had kept his elbows locked. The pain in his lips was considerable which prevented him from doing certain things, but he thought he knew how to deal with that effective enough. A sudden bend of his arm and he caught her right arm by the wrist breaking her nails out of his skin and forcing her arm down towards her waist. He managed the other wrist as well and began doing the same. Now that her leverage of weight was gone, he had the up-close advantage of a man's upper body strength and he forced her arms behind her though she struggled to get free.
Now he bent them upwards to hurt her as well as rend her hands useless for the time being. She fought, oh my did she fight against him pushing with all she could, but he would win and they both knew it. When the pain got too much, she released his lip with a gasp. He rolled his body, causing her to fall off of her knees beside him and across him to his other side; a struggle of a few moments and he was lying full length of her, still holding those nasty dagger hands behind her back. As she struggled to free them and cussed he non-verbally cast the ropes spell on her arms and behind her back her wrists and arms up to her elbows were cinched tight and bound down. A moment later and the same silence charm she had used on him was now on her.
Now he could access the damage.
Sitting up his hands dropped to her waist and shuffled her to the center of the bed where he quickly threw a leg over her and sat on her stomach, then slid down to sit on her legs. In the dark he didn't need light to imagine the nasty things she was yelling silently at him now; he sat up and gingerly touched his lip, feeling the swelling pain and winced. He called her a silent name then grimaced again. He felt his wrists where she had dug in and felt blood; damn it! Reaching for his wand in the stand he bandaged both wrists and did something about the swelling; he was no nurse and it would ache for a few days, but at least it wouldn't be extremely noticeable. As his eyes fell back on her, the little light from the far window showed her night shirt had wriggled up above her waist, exposing her much like he had been and was.
The damage inside was different, a bruised ego which would take some time to heal. Draco was determined to do something to her as equally bruising, something to make an impression. His eyes fell on the ink stand in the dark and he suddenly grinned, winced, and still managed some how to look pleased. His great-grandfather had liked to brand his victims, physically marking them, but had taken it a step farther in making a artifact which when pressed against the skin didn't burn -- instead it made it's mark out of all the victim was feeling at that moment, trapped into a memory. Every time the brand was seen or thought about, the memories would return to the surface.
It had been used usually while it's victims were being tortured, the mark on their forehead so it was seen constantly, conjuring up the remembered pain over and over again, but Draco had another idea. And he could use it to break her, a lasting mark she wouldn't soon forget. With anger he reached for the stand and took hold of the top part saying a silent word; it popped lose into his hand and was replaced on the edge of the nightstand for easy finding later. His wand joined it. He despised this witch and she had tried to hurt him badly; he was going to have to put that away for now to make his revenge.
In the dark his eyes caught the light as he looked down at her, the dark mark on his arm seeming to wiggle in anticipation...
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:21:09 GMT -5
As though it had evaporated, her upper hand was gone almost before she knew what had happened. She hadn't noticed that her grip had loosened, nor how far up his arms they had traveled, but of course, he had. The sudden movement had startled her long enough for him to get a firm grasp on her right wrist. She struggled as first one arm then the other was forced behind her. Suddenly powerless, and in pain as she was forced into the uncomfortable position, she winced, but then tried to school her expression. No way she'd give him the satisfaction, not if she could help it! Finally, she was forced to back off of him as best she could, trying to contort her body in such a way that he'd lose his grip on her. No dice. She'd been prepared to pay for her sins tomorrow, she hadn't been prepared to lose her sense of success this quickly. It burned her. "Bloody hell, Malfoy, let me go!" Of course he wouldn't, that was wishful thinking at its most ludicrous. She had wounded him, mentally and physically, and now she was at his mercy, and for the first time in her life that she could remember, she was scared of him, bordering on terrified actually.
He had his wand now, and she'd realized just how fruitless struggling was, so she stopped. The ropes he'd cast to tie her dug painfully into her. It wasn't until she'd tried to scream at him, at anyone really, to come and save her, that she'd realized he'd also silenced her. Bound, laying there with him sitting on her, and unable to speak. She wished she knew nonverbal magic, she'd have killed him by now. At the moment though, all she could do was watch and wait. Any and all sexual feelings had been overshadowed by pure, unadultered rage. This position, which many girls would have killed to be in, she wanted to kill him for putting her in. He had his wand now, and the ability to do any number of dark things to her. She wasn't sure what he could get away with. Would he torture her? Imperio her and make her do something to get herself expelled? He reached across to his nightstand, surprising her. But then, what was that? A tattoo on the inside of his arm, he didn't seem like the type for tattoos. Wait...she looked closer, squinted to bring the image into focus. The dark mark her eyes widened until they dominated her quickly paling face. She'd heard rumors that Malfoy was a deatheather, but had thought that surely no Dark Lord would resort to recruiting students. Obviously she'd been wrong. Oh Merlin... she really was in trouble.
She no longer cared about putting up a brave front. Part of her mind wondered disconnectedly if she was going to die tonight. She hadn't thought him capable of anything quite that cruel, but obviously she'd been mistaken. She glared at him, determined that if she were going to die, she would not give the satisfaction of cowing down before him. She glared at him, but against her will and without her knowledge, the fear reflected too. She looked what she was, a young girl who had let her anger push her into a situation far over her head.
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:27:13 GMT -5
Warning: This post touches on subjects of torture and control and has been approved in advance by both parties involved. Do not read if you find subjects such as this offensive or unnerving. It is part of a running plot. It also hints at bad language and physical relationships, but does not describe them. You have been warned.
His eyes fell on the brand, a large stylized M in the same gothic script as the family crest and easily connected if they were compared. He could understand his great-grandfather's glee at marking his victims, letting them know how much power he had over them with it, though the full house crest across her entire waist might have been more satisfying for this witch under him. And he thought she was getting worried now, yes. She didn't show it in her face, but she was better then that of course. No, she had to feel herself helpless, unable to escape his power. Let her realize how much in power he really was...
Damn it. He could tell from her glance she had seen "it."
Annoyed at himself, he shrugged, realizing there was little help for that part now. She was hardly going to tell anyone or spread the rumor as she would have to explain how she had seen him without his shirt on at the same time. Taking hold of her chin and cheeks with one hand firmly, he leaned over her keeping her face still so she could see his lips as he mouthed the words "You. Belong. To. Me. Now." Without removing his hand, reached down to her stomach and caught her shirt, pulling it up to her neck, exposing her entirely. Smirking as best he could with his damaged lip he lightly ran his fingers from her chin down across her skin, barely touching with a feathery touch.
Merlin she was a beautiful specimen.
He slid his fingers down across the middle and to her leg where he had already felt her wand. To add punctuation to his effect on her, he took ahold and ripped it up the tape pulling off the small amount of hair that was there. Tossing it aside off the bed, he ran his fingers across the abused flesh with a smile at her reaction. Used to a woman's body, Draco took a moment to blow his breath across more sensitive spots, letting her nerves betray her with instincts, and admiring the results as well. Against his wishes he began to look forward to this, seeing how long he could stretch this out. Sliding his chest up along her he held her face still keeping the teeth from being free and let his breath blow across her neck before he lowered himself to her skin, a light kiss at first, becoming more exploratory as the moments went on, expanding his purview of her form, long and slow movements meant to build anticipation...
--- More then thirty minutes later---
Unnoticed by his victim whose eyes were rolled up in her head and covered in sweat from the explosive reaction, he quietly removed his wand from the brand on her stomach, waiting a moment before he picked up the silver engraving, setting it aside on the table again wearily. He ran his fingers across her stomach and picked up the lines in her flesh now, the dark magic permanently engraving her flesh into the mark of his choosing, his family. Feeling rejuvenated and powerful, he pulled back, wiping himself on the sheets beside her by sliding up and propping himself beside her on one elbow. The silence spell gone off him but not off her yet he whispered, sure not to have disturbed anyone in the room. "I own you, now, B****. Remember this well, I can make you react whenever I want to, make you smell me whenever I want, desire my touch."
He ran a hand across her, wiping off the sweat and held his hand up so it dripped on her forehead. "And you wanted me too and you know it. You proved the weaker and you should be thankful I don't keep you locked away for my own amusement. If you ever try this again, I will. Now go. Before I decide to contract you and make you my servant-wife." Draco still hated her guts, wanted to hurt her, but she could hardly do a thing right then. She was exhausted, worn down, and still bound. Her wand lay on the floor over by the door, still taped. She would have to be inventive to get it and make it back to her dorm side without being caught, unable to open doors or use her spells since her hands were bound. Lifting her into a sitting way, Draco put a foot in the middle of her back and shoved, letting her fall or roll, her choice.
He replaced the silver, wand in hand and watched her antics, adding to her embarrassment at being so viewed. Standing, he followed her to the door, smiling grimly, still unclothed. When she was on the steps he blew her a kiss and shut the door, locking it with his wand and went back to bed, very satisfied though still bothered she had gotten to him. And gotten to him she had in her own way, both his confidence and now in her own physical charms. Both would keep him awake a good chunk of the rest of the night...
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:37:30 GMT -5
It didn't take her long to figure out he had something not so physically as emotionally scarring in mind. She'd closed her eyes tightly, waiting for blows and hexes that never came. She could hear him moving around for several seconds, and she'd opened one eye. He was messing with the quill holder, which seemed odd under the circumstances. She resisted the urge to breathe a sigh of relief. She wouldn't be safe until she was out of this room, maybe even out of the country. Still, when he reached to touch her she tensed instinctively. His hands on her face surprised her. She had been expecting him to...well, she wasn't sure, but definitely not to grasp her face the way he was doing. His touch was firm, but not painful, false sense of security maybe? She refused to look away from him, despite the intensity in his eyes. She watched his lips, momentarily bolstered by damage she'd done. Still, as they moved, she realized he was trying to tell her something. Belong to him? No she bloody well, did not! She tried to shake her head frantically, but his grip held. Her eyes blazed. "No!" She screamed it, but not sound came. He let her go, and she briefly considered trying to overturn him, but without her arms even she had to admit that was a stupid thing to do. His touch was gentle, distracting her thoughts and catching her off guard. He could have beat her, could have hexed her, disfigured her, so why hadn't he? His lifting her shirt got her attention. She gasped soundlessly at being exposed to him, both out of vulnerability and in reaction to the chill in the air. Her body responded traitorously to the gentleness of his touch, and she squirmed, trying desperately to fight both him and herself. He was looking at her, admiring her on a purely carnal level. It felt like he was dehumanizing her. Still, she responded, still, the rush of heat returned despite the pain in her arms. It was confusing for her senses, simultaneous pain and pleasure. For all her professed expertise, she'd only been with two other people. One of whom she'd loved, and the next...she'd really rather not think about. So it was that she struggled, wishing with all her might, willing her natural magic to defend her or the ropes to dissolve. Wishing to be anywhere but here, underneath him, feeling him touch her intimately and fighting her body's response. His breath on her skin was hot. It made her tingle everywhere at once, made her angry with herself, but most of all it made her want, awoke her need. Though she'd never admit it on her own life, she needed him to touch her, wanted it. His lips found her then, explored, and she lost a piece of her sanity with every passing moment, every touch of his lips. He was so damn good at this. Her frantic squirming became a desperate writhing. His face swam in her vision, and she closed her eyes, shutting him out. He wasn't Draco Malfoy anymore, and she barely remembered her own name. He was a man, she was a woman, and if he'd only keep touching her, keep kissing her, he could have done whatever else he wanted. She didn't care if he killed her anymore, she'd go willingly to death, so long as he finished what he started. Her body had committed the ultimate betrayal. She wanted to be had, not by just anyone. She wanted him. When she came to herself again, her body barely knew where it was. Her limbs were weak, her arms had long since gone numb, and her body felt as though it had been exploited willingly in every way imaginable to the human mind, and it had. It didn't take long for the moment to pass, for the bubble to burst. She realized where she was, who was laying across from her, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. Her reason returned, and with it an intense, burning shame. She felt the warmth on her stomach, as he brushed his fingers over it slowly. There was something there. What had he done to her? She tried to sit up, tried to move out of his way, no such luck. She shook her head frantically. True or not, she'd deny to the day she died ever having wanted anything to do with him that didn't involve the darkest of curses. "Never!" she mouthed vehemently. Oh Merlin, what had he done? Contract her? Could he do that? She didn't want to find out. He literally kicked her out of his bed, but she was beyond further humiliation by this point, too busy processing how she was going to get out of here. She knelt on the floor for several seconds, slid on her knees to where her wand lay, and ran her calf over it, knowing the magical tape would seal to whatever it touched. Getting back to the dorm without being seen was another matter. She was still tied, drenched in sweat and still had the look of someone who'd been thoroughly exploited. Her first task was getting out of the room. She backed out of the room carefully, working until she found the way out, struggling to use her hands to open the door though they were still behind her. Without a thought to caution, she dashed down the stairs and across to the other room. With any luck anyone who caught a glimpse of her would think they'd had a hallucination. The ropes thankfully dissapated before she made it to the girl's dorm. She crept in, climbed into her bed, pulled her knees up to her chest, and wept, she'd assess the damage in the morning. Right now, she just wanted to sleep, to forget, if only for a few hours. WORDS:[/b] 983 TAGGED:[/b] Draco Malfoy MUSE/NOTES:[/b] Such a thin line... QUOTE:[/b] God is a DJ; PINK. CREDITS:[/b] FELICIA of I Solemnly Swear. [/size][/Center][/quote]
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:39:46 GMT -5
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:52:45 GMT -5
Anastasia had as of yet managed to avoid so much as looking at Malfoy since the incident a few nights before. Learning to shower, to get dressed, to do most everything without looking at the lower part of her body had been tricky, but she was managing...mostly. Curse him for doing this to her! She'd stayed among large groups, being more social in the last several days than she'd been most her life combined. She warded her bed at night to sound off a loud alarm if anyone so much as touched the curtain of her bed. It was a lot of trouble, a lot of undue stress, but she'd thus far been successful. Unfortunately, the more time passed without even an attempt, the edgier she'd become. He had to be plotting something, humiliating her privately couldn't have been enough to satisfy him after she'd managed to catch him off guard that way. She knew better.
So she waited, and watched. Charms was their last class of the day, then she could find some corner to ward herself into while she studied and relax...a little...maybe. She sighed as she entered the classroom just before the late mark, among a large group of her dorm mates so as to blend in. He was already there of course, the picture of ease. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye as she passed his desk, forced her eyes forward after a fraction of a second, and then found the desk farthest from him. Front of the classroom was not normally her preference, but it might help her in the long run to be highly visible to the professor.
Class hadn't started yet, and Anastasia searched for something to draw her focus, to keep her from glancing at him, to distract her from wondering what he was doing. She picked up her charms book, flipped to a random page, and pulled it so close to her face the words were only barely in focus. Avoiding someone you had every class with was proving an almost insurmountable challenge. The confrontation would come, she was sure, but she had to try.
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 21:57:19 GMT -5
Sitting in class Draco was fairly quiet, secretly waiting for a certain someone to pick her seat. He had been preparing for this class for awhile, or at least today, and this was one of his last times for the day to pull the tricks he had had waiting. Having given it a few days, it was time to show a second side to what she wore now, remind her that simply ignoring a situation wasn't going to help her at all.
Avoiding him had clearly been her chosen approach to the solution. Now he had to show her there was no way to avoid him.
Finally she entered just as class was about to start and he smiled to himself. Charms it would be then. For the first ten minutes nothing happened, on purpose; he didn't look her way or pay any attention her direction on purpose. At the ten minute mark however he touched his wand long enough to tap a box on his desk next to his book and while no one much noticed at first, Draco moved his eyes her way to see how long it would take to notice.
Because the small box projected what it had inside it onto the target as an illusion and the teacher now appeared to have a perfect Malfoy M on his collar which caught the light nicely. And now she would realize that she didn't have to look at her own one, it would work with any picture or image of it, delightfully right during class. Draco watched her from under his lashes, to see how well the lesson came home that she would never be truly free.
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 22:04:26 GMT -5
Anastasia was not an easily affected person. Her childhood in Russia had taught her to compartmentalize. A place for every emotion and every emotion in its place. Still, the waiting was hell. He hadn't looked at her, hadn't done anything out of the ordinary really, at least now that she could see in her periferal vision. Professor Castillo was lecturing, having charged them with taking notes for the homework assignment later that night. At first, when the letter appeared on the woman's collar, Anya was afraid she'd begun to hallucinate, but no, it was definitely there. She wondered if everyone could see it, or if it was just her. Her eyes darted to him, but she didn't turn her head. He was watching her, waiting for her to react. She could ignore it, she could...but then the flashes came. They were memories only more vivid, almost tangible in their devistation. She could almost feel him touching her. His hands, his lips, ghosting over her bare skin as she slowly gave into the madness that had almost certainly taken hold.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip, hard. The feelings had come with the memories, helplessness, anxiety, rage, but all of those had given way to the wanting, and that was all she felt now as she sat in class, willing herself to breathe in and out properly. She crossed her legs, uncrossed them, shifted in her seat, before finally turning to glare at him, the face she'd been trying so hard not to see. "Everything all right Miss Belenko?" Of course Professor Castillo had noticed something was amiss. "Fine, Professor." It was all Anya could do to keep her tone even. "Just a little warm, that's all." The woman looked concerned, and rightfully so, it was December. But she was warm, on fire in fact. "Do you need some air, dear?" Anya considered the question, she could take the out, head for the hospital wing or somewhere equally public...but no. That was what he wanted, to get under her skin, and she refused to let him win, not today and not ever. "No Professor, I'm fine now." She nodded and returned to her lesson. She didn't look at him, didn't dare. She dug her nails into her palms hard enough to draw blood and clenched her teeth. She'd had worse problems than this. She was stronger than whatever dirty tricks he could play, and she would prove it.
She made it to the end of class, bolting out of her desk the moment they were dismissed. He had only made it a few steps past the door when she reached him. His closeness seemed to intensify the effects of whatever he'd done to her, and she clenched her fists, determined she would never touch him again as long as she lived. "What. Have. You. Done. To. Me. Malfoy?" The words were fierce, but spoken in a deadly soft tone of voice. This was the last thing she needed to be common knowledge. She had a death grip on her wand, but it remained at her side. Hexing him in the hall was likely to get her expelled, and he wasn't worth that, no matter what he'd done. "What are you playing at?" Realizing how close she was to him, she stepped back, willed her emotions to settle and her hormones to quit responding to the images playing back in her mind. [/quote]
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 22:07:48 GMT -5
It took a few minutes before she noticed it for sure, most of the rest of the class missed it or thought it an odd decoration. In all the rest of the class and teacher remained clueless that anything was wrong. But he saw her eyes when she saw it and was fairly sure she flashed him a glance. She tried hard not to show him satisfaction but a few moments passed and then her jaw was clenched, followed by closing eyes. Draco felt very satisfied at her reaction, more so as it continued. She shifted, moved her legs ('Ha!'), and then turned a straight glare on him for doing it to her.
The Professor, drawn by the fidgeting, spoke to her about it and she clearly was tempted by the excuse to leave. Instead she stuck it out in some misjudged way of not showing him weakness probably. His smirk grew larger; this was real success when you could trick your victim into continuing the torture in some move of defiance while wearing themselves down more. It was a win-win even seeing her try and sh steadfastly did till the end of the class. Draco was quite pleased by the end, even though he hadn't lifted a finger.
Her hasty exit when class was expected and he waited till nearly the last students had left before he left himself, expecting confrontation, his hand near his wand. As he thought she was waiting outside for him and the intensity of her hate despite what she was feeling was palpable. "A t!t for a tat, Belenko. Did you expect me not to make sure of my revenge when I had first opportunity? That would have been foolish." She stepped back as if realizing how close she had gotten. He smiled now, grimly. "You messed with me I messed with you, simple."
He stepped up to her, glaring into her eyes with venom suddenly. "The ground you trespassed on was full of hornets, girl, you have bitten off more then you can handle." Surely she knew that now having seen his arm; he knew she knew what he was, who he represented. "You are lucky to be alive, but I think you need to learn a lesson" he suddenly reached out and took hold of her chin lightly turning her eyes directly into his "and I'm a harsh teacher."
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Post by Shava on Feb 4, 2016 22:10:42 GMT -5
She wondered if he'd planned for this to happen. She'd been avoiding him like the plague all week. What had convinced her it would be a good idea to try to corner him in a quickly emptying hallway? Oh, right, she was bloody pissed off! Still, it probably would have been better for her health to take her feelings out on a solid brick wall than to face off with him again. That had been the last class, everyone would be making off to dorms or the library, anywhere but here, outside a classroom. Even Professor Castillo, after shooting a glance their way as though trying to discern whether she should intervene or not, left the room a moment later, presumably headed for her quarters or the teacher's lounge. She'd briefly considered bolting for some private, well-hidden corner of the school, but it was too late. He was here, looking expectant, as though he'd planned for her to react this way.
Damn him!
Her hate, the pure, unadultured strength of it, made her brave. Her voice was mocking. "Oh, I see! So I bruise that pretty face of yours, and you thought you'd what? Leave me with a souvinere?" She lowered her voice, conscious of any still-listening ears. "I'm no fool Malfoy, and I won't be played with, certainly not by some pampered, spoiled brat whose never worked for anything a day in his life!" Her tone was soft, but venomous, her eyes dark with repressed fury. She gave him an incredulous look, before schooling her expression a moment later. "Messed with me? You bloody cursed me!" She felt the air around her begin to crackle, and worked to contain her emotions. "I realize that your life is worthless, Malfoy, but some of us would like to move on with ours!" The anger dissapated some, spent with the effort off appearing calm while she was simmering underneath. "You've had your fun, you got to watch me suffer, now do whatever you have to do to take your stupid mark off my body!" The last part was a whisper. She might have been angry, but not so much as to reveal the situation to the student body at large. "Let's be done with this. You hate me, I hate you, we hate each other. End of story." She worked to keep the pleading tone out of her voice, struggled with it. "I swear after this moment I will never so much as look at you again", and a blessed relief that would be, "just take. it. off!"
She smirked at his choice of words. "I bit something all right", she looked pointedly at his neck. "Nice glamours, Malfoy." The reminder that she hadn't been the only one to suffer as a result of their night together came as a relief, providing somewhat of a salve to her wounded pride. Looking into his eyes, she had no doubt he meant what he said. She no longer wondered if he would indeed kill her, finish the job her father had failed to complete. When he grasped her chin, she tensed, expecting him to leave more bruises, but his grip was only firm enough to turn her head. The mark seemed to react to his closeness, to the look in is eyes. It burned, but in a way that stoked a fire of a different kind. Her eyes widened. Would she be doomed to react to him this way forever? He was threatening her for Merlin's sake! Fresh anger came, and boldness with it. "I've already learned my lesson, Draco", his name slid off her tongue like poison. "Never expect much from a man who has to bind his bedmates." [/quote]
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