Complicated

Chapter 51: The Return of Pansy Parkinson

can we take a moment to see how PRETTY Pansy is as an adult. damn.

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Cierra's POV

I've been thinking about our future 'cuz I'll never see those days.
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We landed harshly in a dark and cold area, luckily, I'm used to the cold. As soon as I saw my brother, still unmoving, laying on the ground, my instincts finally kicked in. I grabbed the arm this man was holding me by my waist with and threw my head back harshly, satisfied at hearing a bone crack, probably his nose. Using that distraction, I unraveled myself from his hold and started fighting. I punched, kicked, and bit every piece of uncovered flesh I could find at the moment, hoping to give him some injuries that could at the very least deteriorate him slightly.

And I was winning.

I grabbed a switchblade I had in the back pocket of my jeans, which I always kept close to me since foster care, and lunged at him. I was in midair when I felt my whole body stop and grow rigid, and drop to the ground. I quickly realized I couldn't move. Little bitch chanted Immobulus. Couldn't handle hand to hand combat.

I heard a whiny voice whisper "Episkey!" and the kidnapper groan before he walked over to my still figure, wiping the blood that had dripped down his nose, and easily took my switchblade from my hand. Once he made sure I was free of any weapons, he undid the immobulus charm but held his wand at my throat, not allowing me to move.

I spit in his face again and this time he backhanded me harshly, making my cheek sting and my anger boil up even more. "What the bloody hell do you want?!" I yelled at the kidnapper.

"Easy: your parents." He replied with a cunning smile etched onto his face.

"How do you even... you don't know my parents!"

I jumped at the sound of maniac laughter and turned to see the source of it, seeing a very pretty woman with a devilish, cruel expression on her face, staring at me.

"Foolish girl. Have you not been taught about your history?" She snarled at me as she strutted over, swaying her hips, and I heard the menacing click of her heeled boots as she did.

I groaned. "If you weren't, you know... a fucking lunatic, I would be so into you."

What a loss. She's so pretty too.

Fuck. I'm insane. I'm crushing on my kidnapper.

She was taken aback by my words and gave me a small smile as she looked up and down my body before she seemed to remember her purpose and had the cruel look spread on her face once again.

The kidnapper backhanded me again and I gritted my teeth as I started to feel the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. "I, you foolish girl, am Lucius Malfoy." He said his name very proudly, as if it was an honor.

My eyes widened at the revelation. "You... aren't you supposed to be in Azkaban?" I gasped out.

Him and the beautiful woman laughed evilly. "Azkaban? No. They've never caught me, I've done a pretty good job at making sure of that." The beautiful woman cleared her throat. "With a little help of course." Lucius, my... grandfather... said through gritted teeth.

"Who are you?" I asked the woman.

"Your dad never mentioned it, of course that bitch of a mother you've got wouldn't have let him." She snarled, her green eyes turning icy.