September 10, 1997
A week passed and she felt like she was getting no where. She searched and searched for hours on end. But there was no mansion is sight. She felt like she was just wasting time.
Time to time, she would curse under her breath at Margret- angry how she had just left with no help. Rye now wished she just practiced Apparating. The small knowledge after reading about it in books made her feel comfortable but no enough to try.
She knew that you had to be 17 to Apparate legally but even after turning, she had no energy to do so. All she ever did was sit in the spare room, sulk, cry, faint. She couldn't bring a proper smile to her face. How could she? If only Christian didn't leave her. If only he had come along. If only....
The nights were cold. Her sweater didn't do much but she was glad she had some source. Occasionally, she would look around hoping to see a big home. But nothing. It frustrated her. So much she had broken her broomstick on a tree in a near by forest.
The twigs snapped under her weight as she walked through the foggy forest to god knows where. She had only hoped it would lead somewhere other than a bunch of fog and dark trees. It was starting to get dark and she could hardly see what was in front.
Whispering a subtle "Lumos" under her breath, she walked miles with her wand sticking ahead. Her eyes started to get heavy just like the sky. She fell back when the sky roared with thunder. Great! Just what I needed. Rain. She shook her head and heaved up a little jog.
"Fuck" she hissed when the rain started to pour. She hastened her footsteps and ran around the large tree trunks. Ran wherever her feet took to her. Her heart leaped with excitement when she saw the faint outline of a house. As she got closer, the house soon turned into a mansion.
She dragged her feet to the front gates that looked deserted. On the far right of the gates, it had a box with bold writing. She squinted her eyes and her shoulders dropped. Turning back to the mansion she had been searching, she waved her wand and unlocked the gates.
Malfoy Manor
The Manor gave a cold, threatening feeling. Scared to go through the front doors she jogged her way to the side and into the back. She heard yelling. She peered from the corner and saw two bright white-blondes yelling at each other.
Draco had a hurt and defeated expression while Lucius wore a furious and worried face. They constantly argued. Everything was not audible. They were out of earshot. She let out a loud gasp, slapping a hand over her mouth when Lucius slapped Draco across his face. Draco didn't dare look up and stared at the ground, his fists at his sides.
Lucius muttered another few words before strutting inside through the back door. Draco stood there- jaw clenched and he bit his lip. He finally touched his cheek with his fingertips and winced.
She frowned and took a step into the light. Draco didn't look up but turned around and started walking towards the small forest behind. Carefully looking around, she followed him into the trees.
Draco climbed a tree trunk, a bit far from the Manor and made his way to the top of a small house on the tree. It was a treehouse. She cautiously climbed her way to the top and stood the ground, when a wand pointed in her face. She gasped and stumble back a bit.
"Ryera?" Draco dropped his wand and looked at her surprised. His eyes had tears filled in them and his left cheek was swollen and red. "What are you doing here? How the hell did you get here?"
"Draco." She breathed and engulfed him in a tight hug. He faltered but wrapped his arms around her neck and sobbed.
Here he was. Finally. In her arms. She had been longing him. His scent, his touch, his smile, his everything. Draco pulled away and cupped her face. "I've missed you every second of these 2 months. Rye- I........how are you? Are you okay?"
She just stared. These 2 long months, she had heard nothing from him. There was a part of her that was begging for him to just push her against the wall and just kiss her but the other part just wanted to punch him across the face and ask him why he never wrote to her. When she didn't respond, Draco frowned and stepped closer.
"What's wrong?"
Rye scoffed and looked away. "What's wrong? What's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong, you didn't write to me. For two fucking months. Nothing. I had lost my best fucking friend that night because you brought those foul monsters into the castle. You just left without a word. You left me. And I never heard from you after. Why? Why the fuck was I left in the dark?" She cried.
Draco looked at her and frowned. "You seriously can't be mad at me." She furrowed her eyebrows and he continued. "Everything is being monitored. You are delusional to think I would want us to get caught. You have no bloody reason to be mad."
She glared at Draco and slapped him across the face. Her clothes wet along with his. Draco clenched his jaw and snapped his head to her. "Fucking bitch". Draco closed his eyes and raked his eyes over her body. The rain had soaked both of them. Draco heaved an angry sigh.
He opened a small compartment on the floor and pulled out a few clothes. He walked over to her and placed them in her lap. Draco walked back and pulled his pants off along with his boxers. She gasped and closed her eyes turning the other way. Draco chuckled softly.
"Change into those. You'll get sick otherwise." He mumbled. She heard shuffling on the other end and peeked through her fingers. Draco now had sweatpants on but still shirtless. He dug through the pile of clothes for..a shirt, she believed.
Glancing down at the clothes, she stood up and unfolded them. It was his and it was big. Too big for her petite figure. She bit her lip and turned around to Draco who still had his back turned. Rye turned back and pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it to the side.
She grabbed the shirt Draco handed her and was about to pull it over her head when she flinched hard, when she felt cold hands tiptoe their way around her waist. "Merlin, who made you look this good?" Draco purred in her ear.
Her cheeks flushed. His grip on her bare waist tightened and he twisted her around, pinning her onto the wall. She watched as Draco's eyes wandered down her neck, to her collarbone, to her chest. His eyes flickered back and he smirked.
Taking a finger, Draco slid a finger from her quivering lips, down her neck and between her breasts. Keeping both her hands pinned a over her head with his right hand, Draco's left hand rubbed its way to the clip of her bra on her back.
He quickly dropped her hands, where she had no time to react when her bra fell to the floor and she stood bare in front of Draco Malfoy, with just her tights on. Draco took a few steps back and gazed at her from top to bottom, licking his lips.
"Ah, I like my canvas clean."
