The Slytherin Princess

Chapter 27

Pink

DRACO'S POV

Every day I see Jayne is awful. I want to be with her. I want to tell her everything. I want to tell her why I pushed her away, I want to tell her about the dark mark I will have to take, I want to know she won't care. But I can't. So I have to sit there and listen to people call her a slut. I have to sit there and watch my friends torment her and I have to act like it's no big deal. I want to kill them every time they lay their filthy hands on her, but I can't. Then, she finally stood up for herself and threatened me. And before I could stop myself, I scared her. I said I would kill her and she flinched when I touched her. The one thing I vowed never to do was hurt a woman the way my father hurts me and my mom. And now not only does she think I don't love her, she thinks I would hurt her. This is all my fathers fault. If he never abused me and traumatized me, maybe I would be able to tell Jayne I love her and trust her. If he wasn't going to force me to take the mark I wouldn't have to worry about Jayne leaving. I hate him and I hate me.

JAYNE'S POV

Finally, after a painful potions class, DADA came. I stood outside when Harry, Ron and Hermione came running up to me. "Jayne, that was brilliant," Ron said. "Yeah, you were amazing," Hermione said. "The way you stood up for yourself it was wicked, I'm so proud of you, Sirius would be too." Harry exclaimed. "Thanks guys. I was just sick of it and the rage took over." I said and we laughed. Then we filed into DADA dreading Umbridge. Once Hermione and I sat next to each other, she walked in dressed from head to toe in pink like always. She stood in the front of the class and stared at me with that evil smile. The rest of the Gryffindors and Slytherins came in and took their seats. "Why is she looking at you like that?" Hermione whispered. I shrugged. "Miss Black, please join me at the front of the classroom." she said with a smile. Hesitantly, I stood up and walked to the front. "Ah yes, just as I expected" she said circling me as she looked me up and down. My skin crawled and I stared straight ahead. "I'm sorry Professor, did I miss something?" I asked. "Miss Black, I was made aware of your behavior in the Great Hall today and I found it very concerning. You threatened students with the cruciatus curse-" she started. "They were calling me a slut and I didn't actually mean it" I started but then I felt it. A hard slap and then the stinging. My hand immediately went to where she had slapped me. "Jayne!" Harry yelled and he stood up. "Do not interrupt me when I am speaking. Do you understand?" I nodded and blinked back tears. "Mr. Potter, sit down." she spat. I nodded at him and Ron pulled his shoulder so he sat down. "Now Miss Black, I know that you have had sexual relations with many different men here so seeing how you dress and act and what else do you expect. I'm assuming your behavior stems from your father seeing as he is scum as well." she said. "Don't talk about my father," I said firmly. "You have detention with me after dinner everyday this week. And if you threaten students again, the punishments may be more severe. Do you understand, slut?" she asked with a giggle. I heard a few of the Slytherin boys snicker but everyone else was just in shock. "Yes Professor" I choked out. "Now leave my classroom" she spat. I grabbed my bag and ran. As I ran down the hall, I heard my name. Harry. I stopped and he ran up to me. "Come here" he said softly as he wrapped his arms around me. "I can't do it anymore Harry. I love Draco but he is gone. I never get to see my dad. She just humiliated me in front of the entire class." I stammered and my breathing got choppy. "I can't do it. I just want it to end. I loved him. I loved him so much." I sobbed. My tears were soaking Harry's shirt but he just held me in his arms and rubbed my back. "I can't sleep, or eat or drink or anything. I miss him so much. I thought he loved me Harry. I really did. He was different around me. But I was just another girl. Maybe they are right. I am a slut" I cried. "Shhhh. It's ok Jayne. No you aren't. Come on, you need to rest" he said softly. He led me to the Gryffindor dorms and to his room and I laid in his bed. He rummaged through a case and pulled out a flask. "Here take 3 sips of this" he said. "What is it?" I asked. "Sleeping Draught. It won't make you too tired so I can wake you up in time for detention" he said as I took the drink. "Thank you Harry" I whispered. "Your welcome. Now get some sleep. Don't dream about Draco. Dream about how we will be a proper family when this is all over ok," he said.I smiled and nodded. He turned off the lights and closed the door. Then I fell asleep dreaming about life with Harry and Sirius.

"Jayne, Wake Up" Harry whispered. My eyes fluttered open and I remembered where I was and why. "You have to go to detention." he said. "Oh yeah. Sorry I have to miss DA this week." I said getting out of his bed. "Don't worry about it. I'll walk you there ok?" he said and I nodded and put my shoes on. We started walking to Umbridge's office and my heart was beating out of my chest. I felt Harry holding my hand and I looked up at him. "It'll be ok." he said with a small smile. I appreciated his confidence but I wasn't so sure. She slapped me in front of the class. I can't imagine what would happen behind closed doors. I was scared. We arrived outside the door with 5 minutes to spare. "You should go, I don't want you to get in trouble." I said. He nodded and pulled me into his arms. I squeezed him tight and then he ran down the halls. I waited for him to turn the corner before I knocked. The door opened and all I saw was pink. Her walls were pink with portraits of cats, her desk, chairs, everything. It was awful. "Miss Black, come in and have a seat." she said with a smile. Her smile sent chills down my spine and made my skin crawl. I walked in and sat down at the desk. "You are going to be doing some lines for me today" she said placing a parchment in front of me. I reached into my bag for a quill but she grabbed my arm. "No, you are going to use a special quill of mine" she said handing me a black quill. "Now I want you to write I am a slut. As many times as it takes for the message to sink in." she said. I felt so broken but I didn't argue. I just wanted to do what she said so it would be over. "You haven't given me ink," I said. "You won't need any," she replied. I tried writing on the parchment and to my surprise it worked. I began writing the line when the middle of my chest, right above my breasts started to burn. I ignored it until I felt pain become more and more overwhelming. Then I felt a liquid dripping down my chest, I was afraid to look but I did. Then I saw it. Carved in my chest was the word Slut. The blood was soaking through my shirt. I felt the tears falling but I was in such a state of shock I didn't even feel the tears soaking my desk. "Is there a problem?" she asked with a giggle. "Professor, I'm not a slut, Please, why are you doing this to me." I pleaded. "Actions have consequences, and you deserve to be punished. Do you understand slut?" she asked. I just nodded. "I expect you back here tomorrow at the same time." she said as I ran out. I ran all the way to the Astronomy tower and collapsed on the floor. I stayed there crying and shivering in the freezing snow. I didn't care. At this moment, I wanted to die. Hypothermia always did seem like the best way to go. It would be painless, peaceful even. I just sat on the floor holding the wound on my chest and waiting for the cold to freeze me to death. But it never did. I'm not that lucky.