"I won't tell anybody!" Charlene screamed as he drove a syringe into her neck. She cried in pain, watched him look down at her in his arms, her vision beginning to go black.
Draco Malfoy was a powerful man.
He was even more powerful when he got wh...
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She's sitting in his lap, her legs spread over his hips while she straddles him.
Charlene had passed out— she'd been passed out, and now her and Harry are sitting on the plane bed, with her head body weak and unconscious. Harry had just finished. He'd had sex with her while she wasn't even awake. And when she woke up a few minutes later, he was angry.
He was angry because if he's just waited, he thought he could've had her moaning.
Now, she was sobbing in his shoulder as he hushed her. She didn't know what to think— she didn't think Harry would ever do something like this, but then again, she didn't know him. She didn't know what he was capable of. So she just kept crying, her body bare in his grasp, and her legs to weak to even move.
"Please stop crying," he ran a hand down her spine, her sobs continuing. "They're gonna think I killed you," he joked, but she only became angrier.
Charlene couldn't do anything except stay here, in his arms, sobbing. Her legs felt like liquid, they were numb as well as her arms, and Harry took advantage of her.
"Tell me," she gasped out, his face being buried in the crook of her neck. "..where you came."
He traced small circles on her back, her ankles feeling like she could gain consciousness of them. "You we're on top of me, Charlene. Why wouldn't I cum inside of you?"
Her heart shattered, and it felt like a thousand needles were pricking her throat.
The most heart wrenching sob left her lips, and out of anger, she curled her fingers into fists and bit his shoulder until her teeth met again.
He hollered out in pain, pushing her off of him. Her back the mattress, until her body shifted off the bed and rolled into the floor. Between her thighs felt violated, she felt like she could take a gun and kill him. But she needed to take something to make sure she didn't get pregnant.
Her legs started to gain weight in them, feeling like she could move them. Her fingers were still balled up in a fist, but she was somewhat trying to drag the sheets over her body.
"You fucking bitch!" He stood over her, and she could see the red gash in the side of his shoulder. He had slipped some boxers on, but the sheet was barely over her body. "Charlene, you fucked up."
He took his foot and plummeted it into her stomach, a hurl of coughs coming out of her mouth. She caved her stomach in, gasping for air, coughing so hard she couldn't breathe.
Harry leaned down, taking a fist full of her hair and yanking her up along with him. Her legs felt like jelly, and she was standing wobbly, but he took his other fist and landed it on her face at the same time her foot knocked into his crotch.
"Fuck!" He bellowed back, Charlene holding her cheek, feeling blood drip down her face. "You're fucking crazy!"
She yanked the sheet over her body, ripping some parts of it, and tying it to fit her body while he laid on the ground.
When she ran for the door, his hand caught her foot and drug her down, her nose hitting the door knob on the way down. She whimpered, feeling him straddle her from the back, his hands wrapping her throat and bringing her head up to choke her.
Her hands clawed at his throat, gasping for air even more because right now, she needed her inhaler. "N—no.."
"Just stop—" he slammed her head down on the ground before bringing it back up, "Fighting."
When he let her go, she gasped for air again, heaving for air. "In—inhaler—" she prayed he had one, prayed that when he got off of her, he was going to get one.
Not a second later, she was back in his lap sideways, her lips wrapped around an inhaler while she tried to steady her breathing. Her nose was broken, her head was bleeding and her stomach felt like she was about to throw up along with her eye swelling up.
He wrapped his arms around her, "Why the fuck would you do that?"
"You—" she inhaled again, "I hate you. I fucking hate you and I don't even know you."
This made Harry even angrier, but before he could get anything out, her fist was meeting his face against the bed and colliding with the wood of the bed frame. She leapt from his arms, stomping back onto his crotch, and his arms left her completely. He cried in pain, watching her walk out of the room with only a sheet covering her, tied to her body.
When she walked out, an arm full of guards stood outside, their guns ready.
She cleared her throat, "So you heard?"
One of them stepped forward to her, "The room is soundproof, ma'am. We heard nothing—"
"Then I suggest you lower your weapons," Charlene snapped, "What? Never seen a women that like it rough?"
They shook their heads immediately, watching her walk to the bathroom, and shutting the door behind her. Her eyes scanned the room, opening the little department in the corner and her eyes widened at the sight of a parachute.
However, she grabbed it, and strapped it to her body.
Opening the bathroom door, she saw the bedroom door still closed, and now, she didn't know how she was going to get off of this plane. From the windows, she could see they were just above a city.
She stepped out, and looked at the lever by the door.
She grasped her inhaler, and made a run for it. She ran all the way to the door, pulling the lever in front of all the guards out there. None of them saw it coming, and before they were too late,
She jumped.
It made her dizzy, light headed and when she could get a grip on how fast she was falling, she reached around and pulled the parachute. Her body ached, and yet all she could think about, was Draco.
She wanted him to find her.
Charlene was falling slowly and effortlessly, her body dangling in the air, inhaler grasped in one hand and the other holding onto her the sheets that were tied to her body. If it hadn't been for the parachute strapped to her, those sheets would've been long gone.
She was above a building, and when she landed on top of it, her knees scraped against the concrete. But she'd landed. She pushed the parachute off of her, inhaling her inhaler again, and tied the sheets back on her body.
She was in a big city, and when she left the roof of the building, climbing down the stairs, she immediately looked for a store. When she found one, she ran.
"Excuse me, Ma'am?" The lady at the register questioned her, and the way she looked. "Can I help you to some clothes? Some medical—"
"I need a plan b," Charlene choked out, her throat closing in. "Please, I—"
"Thats gonna be 55 dollars," the lady informed, and Charlene wanted to sob right then.
"I don't—" she huffed, "Oh for fucks sake."
She grabbed the box, and then a water bottle, and ran. Apparently today is the day she runs and doesn't think. Because now, the lady was shouting at a security guard.
Charlene just kept running, and the one time she looked back, she ran straight into a women with black and white hair, her petite body holding onto Charlene's body.
Narcissa Malfoy was in Bristol, nobody knowing she's alive.
