♥Typical Malfoy♥

TYPICAL MALFOY
CHAPTER 10: Behind The Pink Rose

Have you ever hated yourself for being so dumb? Well I have. Have you ever hated yourself for hating someone else? I have. And have you ever hated yourself because someone you deeply love likes someone else but this was only a msunderstanding because you were a complete idiot and couldn't see past it to understand how magical and romantic something really is? Well.....I have.

I was walking through the halls at night just after Dinner had let out. Snow was falling against a black sky, leaving me dazed. The windows beckoned for me to fling myself out of, but I restrained from suicide. As I continued, I could feel the chill from outside encircling me in a glove. It was Winter, deep Winter. Christmas was soon and even sooner, Hogsmeade trips. I felt my knees quiver and shake as I hurried down the halls. I swear, sometimes I find myself in the worst situations. Because as soon as I turn the corner, who bumps into me?
Why it's good ole' Arron.
I murmur 'Excuse me' and try to walk past him but he sats an arm against the wall, and stretches himself from it as if playing it cool, but actually trapping me from passing him. I could easily shove my way through his skranny self, but I would have had to actually attend Dinner to have the strength to. He smirked at me which made the chill in my spine freeze.
"Hey you."
"Hey me." I muttered, skulking at the floor.
"We still on for Hogsmeade?"
I froze.....
"Umm...about that. I've been having a horrible week so may--"
"C'mon, you can't quit on me now." he asked in a seductive tone. Only...it wasn't very seducing for me. It only made me think again, of one man...or boy...whatever. Draco.
Arron held a firm ahnd around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I still didn't look up but didn't try and escape.
"Arron, it's been really bad lately, I don't---"
"I know what'll make you feel better." he cooed in my ear.
Something started replaying itself in my head. I wasn't sure what, but something. Sweet, harmless, girl-oogling Arron was coming on a bit too strong with heartbroken, miserable, saddened little Penelope. I'm not sure what, but a memory replayed in my mind.
I felt myself being dragged effortlessly up a flight of stairs to some place which I had no recognition of. But somehow, I started blabbing.
"Arron, I'm not up to Hogsmeade this weekend. I've been going through some....things, that have put me in a lousy mood. You wouldn't want that dragging around you all day. Now, I've really got to g-"

As I tried slipping away, I realised I was secured to his hip. He had a strong arm. I'd imagine you'd have to when your beater on the Quidditch team, but he held me there, as if threatening me to try and break loose.
"You'll be fine." he cooed.
Again, I tried breaking free.
"Arron, I'm sorry but I've got to leave." I said sternly, trying wrecklessly to leave his side.
He was silent.
"Arron...please let me go." I pleaded.
I tried yanking myself away, until I winced as he clenched my arm with his hand, binding me by him. He turned a corner swiftly and held me close as I felt the pain spread through my arm where he was clinging to, trying to keep me from escaping.
"Arron, please, let me go!" I begged.
The memory...it was back....I knew which one.
"Let me go!!!" As we passed by the dormitries, we were heading up another flight of stairs. I tried to mvoe away, tried to yank and pull, but his other hand was holding my head back by grabbing my hair in a wadded up fist.
"PLEASE...." I sobbed.
No, I didn't want it to happen again! My mother was gone, she couldn't help me! She couldn't sing to me the next morning when I woke up. She wouldn't be able to carry me home.
Tears streamed through my eyes as the same door stared me in the face. Suddenly, it opened and I was pulled through, having it shut behind me....
And locked.
"Ple-ease...d-don't do this." I begged.
Arron sat on a miraculously fluffy couch and forced me into his chest, where I lingered, sobbing there. As if I needed to be cooed even more, he stroked the back of my head.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Penny. Just gonna make you feel better."
I sobbed even harder as he started moving his hand down my back. Immediately, the same scene started rolling through my head. the soft cooing, the sweet touches, then the unwanted feelings, the un-needed gripping.
I tried yanking myself away and felt my hair being pulled as he kept it in his grasp. I sobbed, my breath coming in shallow bursts.
"N-not again..." I echoed, trying to make it stop. I pulled and managed to break free. Running for the door, a hand twisted my wrist, bringing me to my knees. I tilted my head up and stared at Arron. Tears lingered in my eyes before crashing down leavint tracks behind on my cheeks. I bowed my head, crying mournfully. No, no, no! It wouldn't happen again!
I kicked and flailed, screaming. Until a hand clenched over my mouth. Arron held me tight, focusing on nothing but stopping me from flailing. My other arm twisted behind my back, sending pain through me. I sobbed as tears streamed down my cheeks and onto Arron's hand. My legs were bent so I was kneeling on the floor infront of him.
"Help! Please, s-someone help m-me."
I felt a hand swipe me across my face, making it sting with a severe pain.
"Ah!" I howled as he struck me.
"Don't yell!" he ordered.
I bit my lip to restrain from screaming and felt the cold tears run down my face.
"Get over there in the corner." Arron beckoned, as he threw me at the wall. I landed safely by a corner and tried to etch myself into it. Shadows hid my face as I cried into my knees. I felt my head being lifted up as something was shoved into my mouth and tied at the back of my head. I tried screaming, but the effort was useless. The cloth in my mouth was threatening to choke me if I made the slightest sound. I cried....and cried....as my hands too were tied behind my back. My legs were kept free but I still couldn't move them. The way he had forced me to kneel was making them throb with pain.
He knelt down infront of me and whispered,
"We're going to play a game. I'll go first."
This game, I did not like one bit. Arron leaned into my face and nuzzled my ear. I sat there, faceless, a prisoner to his touches. I shook my head, trying to keep him away. I cried, tears springing from my eyes like waterfalls over a cliff.
"Your turn." he said coldly.
I shook my head. He again, struck me. Pain singed my cheek as I sobbed and a gasp escaped the cloth.
"Eeeessse." I murmured.
"Please doesn't cut it babe."
He threw me to the floor, lifting my gray sweatshirt over my head, and keeping it over my eyes so I could no longer see. Through the small stitching I could see a pale figure and platnium until I blacked out as a bottle flung across my head.

Draco....I thought.


I awoke at the sounds of fighting. I could hear dismantled arguing and the tossing of one body at another. I flashed my eyes open and sat up. My hands were still bound together, but the cloth had slipped from my mouth. Was shirt was back down but as I looked tothe left of me, my bra had been taken off. I shivered at the thought until I felt something jerk me up. The eyes of a lover but the face of a fighter....Draco was there, hoisting me up. His lower lip was bleeding as well as his left eyebrow. I cringed at the sight of the bruises over his arms and one on his cheek. I tried lifting a hand to gently touch the poor markings he had but surrendered when the rope bound my hands tight. I felt myself running towards the door, Draco was silent. Until
WHAM!
Arron! He lunged forwards at Draco and nearly missed me. I fell to the floor and the tears came again. They were rolling around, bashing at each other. I ran towards them and tried pulling Draco off Arron. Until a hand shoved me against the wall. The two bralled around as I screamed,
"PLEASE! STOP IT! STOP!"

I could hear footsteps as my sisters ran into the room. Both of them yanking and pulling on Draco and Arron, trying to break them apart. Jessica was shoved against the wall as Arron's massive hand threw her. Arrabella managed to pull Draco off, and I quickly stood up. I raced towards him, placing his hand in mine. Of course it was hard, but I managed.
I looked up at him and felt him calm.
"You came for me..." I whispered.
Suddenly, his gaze met mine and the anguish in them tore me apart. I saw a deep sorrow, faith and hope lingering behind the mist in his eyes. The pain that struck me next wasn't one physically, but damn emotional. He was hurt, and it was my fault. He had come for me and now I could see regret linger in his frown.
I blamed myself...deeply.
Arrabella and Jessica were holding Arron backas McGonagall and Snape rushed into the room. I'm not sure, but half an hour later, Draco and me were lying in Hospital beds at the Hospital wing, side by side, but with the curtaind rawn between us. I slowly drifted off but could hear my sisters rushing to my side.
Soon, I was asleep.