Love Never Dies. (Draco Malfoy Fan Fiction) (Watty Awards 2013 Winner)

Chapter 19: Treasure Him.

A/N: This chapter's dedicated to ThatHulaGirl, a Wattpad friend of mine (: xx. Check out her story, it's an amazing idea and perfect storyline (:

I look down at myself, I'm dressed in a pink pajamas I had in my trunk. They must've changed my clothes when I passed out.

"Do you want to wash up?" Narcissa asks me, making her way to my trunk where my toothbrush and comb was.

"Sure," I tell her, getting up from the bed with my body aching. I felt like an old woman whose joints were stiff. Narcissa made her way to the bathroom with a fresh set of jeans and sweater.

"Do you need help?" she asks me.

"I think I can manage, thank you," I tell her graciously. She kindly nods and exits the toilet.

I go in to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I look at myself in the mirror and I see my hair in a miserable mess and my face as pale as Draco's. My mouth was dry and my stomach was growling. I haven't eaten for ages and I was starving. Nevertheless, I change out of my pink pajamas. Just when I was about to put on my pink sweater, I see it.

The Dark Mark.

It was literally burned into my skin. The jet black serpent slithered out of the skull and moved around my arm. I let out a soft scream as I see the creature's head slither in and out of the skull. I was absolutely terrified of the tattoo that would be marked on my arm for my entire life, as long as You-Know-Who was alive. My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets and I felt like washing the 'ink' out of my arm. I was now V-Vol-Voldemort's servants, I had to kill innocent people against my own will to save my own life. I don't want to do that, no matter how much I hate someone, I could never bring it to myself to murder anyone! Even if it was Potter, I could never take someone else's life in vain. I quicky put on the sweater and I step out of the bathroom. Narcissa already left the room, so it was only a sleeping Draco and me.

I tip-toe quietly to my trunk and I shove my brush and toothbrush into it, leaving the pink pajamas across it to air. I heard my stomach growl once again and I decide to go down to the kitchen and grab something to eat. I open the creaking door as quietly as possible and step out of the room. I run down the staircases and across levels, I finally reach the kitchen. The door was ajar and I could faintly hear a spoon stirring itself in a cup. I push the door open and I see Snape sitting down at the table, his two hands on his newspaper and the cup in front of him. When he hears me enter, he puts the newspaper down and looks up to me.

"Good afternoon, Miss Farrell," he greets me in his low and slow voice.

"Good afternoon, sir," I greet him back, going to the pantry to search for some food.

"You can have this, I haven't eaten it yet. Listen, I have to speak to you," he pushes a plate of two large pumpkin pasties to the opposite side of the table and gestures for me to take a seat opposite him.

I close the pantry and walk over to him. The table was rather mouldy and rickety, something the Malfoys probably left for the house elves to use. The stool I sat on was rather short and moist-ish. Nevertheless, I settle down and I eat the pumpkin pasties that Snape gave to me. I happily wolf down the two pastries and when I'm done, he summons a glass of water for me to drink. I drink that within seconds and when I'm done, he turns to me.

"Miss Farrell, I understand that you're not in a very strong mental condition, considering the fact that you just awakened from fainting two days ago," he sneers, his eyes in concentration. "I'd like you to see this memory of mine through Legilimency, if you would," he looks at me again.

Snape wants me to use legilimency on him?! That's very unusual, considering the fact that I was indeed his student and he was my teacher. Nevertheless, I nod my head as he casts a charm on the door and made it lock.