RAVEN | D. M.

Fun

The tears stop as soon as I see him. 'Get your hands off of me.' I spit, jerking my head away from his cold touch. 'I don't think you're in the right place to make commands here.' He says, pushing his thumb and index finger harshly into the sides of my chin. That shuts me up. He's right. I have no influence in this place. 'What a fun I'm going to have keeping you here.' He smirks, looking first at Zabini on the left of me and then to Remington on the right of me. 'Please, let me go. I didn't do anything.' I beg, looking into the grey depths of his eyes. 'Your father lied to me and it seems as if you're taking over that habit.' He remarks, inspecting everything about me throughly. 'I hate liars, Raven.'

He's one to fucking talk. He's acting like there haven't been lies spilling out of his mouth since the day he was born. 'You're full of fucking shit, Malfoy.' I chuckle, lifting my eyes up to meet his gaze again. I hear Remington draw in a sharp breath. An indication that I'm done for. Don't speak up to him and do what he says. Shit. I was definitely not supposed to say that. Before I can dodge it, he has a hold on my throat, making me wince. As soon as he starts to put pressure on my throat, a burning pain coming with it, I let out a gasp. 'Don't forget who you're talking to.' He speaks, his face inching closer to mine. 'I could just end your life on the spot,' His gaze glides over the whole of my face, from my lips to my eyes and back again. 'But I'm going to have some fun with you first.' He chuckles, the corner of his lips tilts up into a lopsided grin.

At Hogwarts, a lot of girls used to get weak to their knees from that grin. He only had to look at them the way he's looking at me now and they would let him do everything he wanted with them. Now, the sight of that charming grin makes a shiver run up my spine. It makes me scared of the impact he has on me. 'Did you take her wand?' He asks Zabini, finally diverting his gaze from me, giving me a moment to properly breathe again. Shit, he can't be taking away the only thing I've left to protect myself with. The shake of Zabini's head makes his gaze shift to me again. 'Where's your wand, Raven?' He asks me, inspecting my body in search of my wand. The truth is, my wand is strapped to my thigh under the skirt of my dress, but he can absolutely not know that. It's my only protection against him and I'm planning to keep it on me as long as I can.

'Like hell I'm going to tell you.' I bite back, trying to get out of the tight grip Zabini and Remington have on me. He's not going to kill me, he told me himself. That gives me the opportunity to annoy him until he can't stand me anymore and let's me go home. 'Then you surely don't mind me looking for it myself.' He chuckles, crouching to the floor. The split in the skirt of my dress makes it easy for him to push aside. As soon as I feel his touch against the skin of my calf I let out a soft gasp. 'Don't you dare touch me, Malfoy.' I breathe, struggling against the hold the men on both sides have on me.

'I can touch you whenever I want.' He chuckles, clearly enjoying the power he has over me. His hand glides up under my skirt towards my thigh, making me clench my thighs together. As he notices the movement, he lets out a low chuckle. 'Does my touch make you aroused, Raven?' He asks me, looking up to meet my gaze. Me ignoring his question makes a smirk appear on his lips. His fingers softly glide over my thigh, making a heat spread around my core. Fuck, Raven get your shit together. He was threatening to end your life a minute ago. Then his fingers touch the strap binding my wand to my thigh. 'There it is.' He chuckles, pulling it out from under the strap. He adjusts the skirt of my dress so it covers both my legs again and then stands up from the floor.

'That wasn't so hard was it?' He asks me, locking his gaze with mine. I keep my mouth shut in annoyance. 'Why do you keep it there?' He asks, inspecting my wand resting in his hands. And again, he gives me a chance to insult him. 'To keep it away from fuckers like yourself.' I answer, cocking my head as I look up into his eyes. He lets out a frustrated chuckle, gliding his tongue over the inside of his cheek. 'She's a bold one, isn't she.' Remington chuckles, looking at me with a grin displayed on his lips. 'Yeah, she sure is,' Malfoy remarks, keeping his gaze locked with mine. 'But that only makes it more interesting.'

I feel anger boil inside me, but I refuse to let it show on my face. I haven't ever felt as much anger as I feel towards the irritatingly handsome person in front of me. 'What do you want from me?' I sigh, dreading the answer that's coming. 'Nothing, love. You just need to be your pretty little self.' He grins, stroking his hand over my cheek. 'The thing that you're so good at.' That bastard. How dare he act like he knows me. 'Take her to her room.' He orders Zabini and Remington, releasing his hand from my cheek. They drag me with them towards the door leading out of this room. 'Let go of me. I have two perfectly working legs.' I shout, moving against their grip on both my arms.

'You would try to escape if we did that. Not that it would work.' Malfoy chuckles, standing behind us. 'Fuck you, Malfoy.' I seethe, being hauled out of the room. Before Zabini and Remington close the door behind us, I hear that chuckle escaping the room. Probably haunting me for the rest of my life.