The empty hallway was damp, cold and dark. My shoes tapping on the stone ground were the only sound that echoed through the isolated dungeon.
Dust floated around as I waited for him in the empty classroom. My black long sleeved shirt was not enough to keep me warm, neither was the grey plaid dress dress that was over it.
"Well don't look so stupid," a low, rumbly voice emitted from the far corner of the classroom.
I looked up and saw Fenrir Greyback emerge from behind a stack of clutter. His hairy face and black, beetle like eyes looked down at me.
"Good evening, Fenrir," I said shakily.
"And to you. Have you been practicing?" he asked.
"Y-yes," I lied. A devilish grin crept across his face, revealing his yellow, crooked teeth.
"Wand out," he demanded.
A trembling hand crept into my pocket and pulled out my wand.
"Ready," he said, doing the same.
I nodded slightly.
"Stupefy!" I shouted, pointing my wand at him.
He blocked it with almost no effort.
"What have I told you, about using that stupid little spell?" he grumbled.
"S-sorry," I quivered. I raised my wand and took a deep breath.
"Petrificus Totalus!" I yelled. The spell was unsuccessful.
He strode up to me and I backed into the wall.
"You LIAR!" he screamed. "YOU HAVEN'T BEEN PRACTICING! YOUR SPELLS ARE BASIC AND YOUR POSTURE IS AWFUL!" he grabbed the front of my shirt and shook me hard.
At last, he let me fall to the floor.
"Roll up your sleeve," he whispered.
I did as he said and he pointed his wand right where my mark was. It gushed red blood and I screamed.
"TOUGHEN UP!" he shouted at me, and smacked me across the face.
I cried out in pain.
"Two weeks. Practice and don't lie," he said, before vanishing in a cloud of black smoke.
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I trudged through the Slytherin dungeon, sniffling. Suddenly, I felt a cold hand grab me and pulled me into a closet.
A strong pair of arms wrapped around my body and squeezed me tight. I scrambled out of them and looked up.
Draco's chiseled face looked down at me. His platinum blond hair fell over his forehead.
"What do you want?" I sneered.
"I-I need to do something," he said, before placing his hand on my stomach and whispering something under his breath.
"Okay, good," he said.
"What was that?" I asked.
"To see if your pregnant," he said.
My eyes widened.
"O-okay," I said. "I need to study," I tried to leave but he pulled me back.
He held my face with his hand.
"Why are you crying?" he cooed.
"Oh I-nothing. Something in my eye," I stammered.
"Hm," he said.
He pressed his soft lips onto mine and kissed me passionately. My hands found the back of his neck and I kissed him back. His tongue parted my lips and slithered into my mouth.
A pang of regret filled my body at that moment. I pulled away from him and turned the door handle.
"I-I have to go," I said, before rushing down the hall and to bed.
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addicted
Fanfiction"you're my drug. i'm obsessed with you. i can't get enough of your touch" Anne Blackwood is a 6th year student at Hogwarts. She faces many challenges in the year, one of them being her discovery of dark magic.
