Glass Love

Chapter 7

Panic went through Orla as she stared at the shine in his eyes before she tried to reason with herself. 'It's just the glare of the light.. The moon? The lake! Yes, the reflection of the moon off the lake.' She declared trying to ease herself but she could feel it, feel her powers drawing towards him. 

Orla ran her fingers along his jawline before kissing it softly. "We can't keep doing this." She started kissing along the side of his neck. "Going around and around. It doesn't feel right." Orla pushed back a little to look up at Draco as he nodded. "No more going around it then, Orla. Stop running away from me." He says leaning down to capture her lips roughly. Orla looped her arms around his neck before pulling him down closer to her. 

Draco picked her up and laid her on the bed gently before climbing on top of her and continued kissing her fiercely while running his hands down her sides. Orla groaned as his tongue glided across her but she suddenly froze when his hands pinned her down. 

"Tell me how!" A distant voice shouted into her face as her hands were pinned down.

Orla turned her head to the side, but Draco took that as an invitation to continue onto her neck not noticing her hesitation as she took his hands in hers. 'Not here. Not here.'

"Crucio!" The voice yelled as phantom pain went through her body. Screaming echoed in her head. Her screams.

"Draco." She breathed, panting as she let go of his hands. "Draco, let go." She said louder, making him freeze and let go of her instantly. The Draught of Peace did not work this time. Orla slid away from him to the other side of her bed. "Did I hurt you?" He asked as she looked around to settle herself. "No." She answered quietly, rubbing her arms.

Draco looked at her in confusion before laying down on the opposite side of the bed. 

"I.." Orla paused before looking towards the windows. "Please don't hold me down like that again." She mumbled before bringing her legs to her chest and resting her arms and head on her knees. Draco frowned while looking up at her. 'What had someone done to her that she couldn't even be held down in the way I wanted to hold her? Hold her with only affection.'

"Did someone hurt you?" Draco asks hesitantly, sitting up on his elbows. Orla didn't break her stare with the windows as she thought about the part of her life that haunted her. "At the beginning of the summer I was taken from my home in Ireland." Orla slowly looked down at him before continuing on.

"Some men came to our home. They broke through our wards and killed 30 of my family members before they finally got to me. Their 'prized possession' is what they called me when they dragged me away, kicking and screaming. I threw all the glass I could, but they knew what they were doing. They had teleported away from the house as fast as possible to get me away from any glass because they knew how quickly I could have gotten away." She said, looking away before biting her lip.

 "I was there for almost a month. Torture was their favorite passtime. Sometimes I still feel the spells rippling through my body when I get too lost in my thoughts or when a certain smell triggers it." Orla looked towards the incense jar she was burning 24/7.

"The first day I came into this room, it smelt musty like my damp cell. I can't come in here without that thing burning." She scoffed, feeling absolutely pathetic. "And you're holding me down.." She trailed off. "I can't stand it. I can't stand feeling trapped. I can't even stand people touching my wrists because they were either shackled or held down."

Draco didn't know what to do or even say as she went on explaining what she had gone through. He put all the information she had told him away, holding onto it.

"My ceiling," She gestured to the beautiful glass ceiling she had constructed. "That is so I know I will have as much glass as I need if they ever come for me again. It's for my sanity." She then felt her face. Smooth glass met her touch. 

"My face.. My face isn't real. It's glass. They messed up my face and I now have to keep glass around it to hide my scars." Tears started to leak from her eyes as Draco grabbed her hand bringing it away from her face. "It's okay." He says before she leans against him. "It's not okay. It's pathetic."

Orla took her hand away and stood up before going over to the window to look out. "You went through a traumatic experience and it has left a mark on you. That's not pathetic, it's strength.. Strength that you have because you haven't let it completely destroy you." Draco walked over to her before enveloping her in a hug. Orla hung onto him as the moon glowed into her room. 

A snapping noise made Draco look around the room as Orla pulled away from him slightly. "What was that?" Draco asks bringing Orla a little closer and looking more around the half lit room. "I don't know.." Orla trailed off pulling a handful of glass towards them and surrounding them with sharp sharps. 

Orla looked around before her eyes landed on a letter that had appeared on her desk. The glass around the two fell to the ground as Orla walked towards the desk, Draco right behind her. "How did that..?" He trailed off while looking at the powder surrounding the letter before looking at her. Orla just stared at the letter, instantly recognizing her mothers elegant writing. 

Draco looked over her features before grabbing the letter and holding it out to her. "You should read it." Orla looked up at him before grabbing the letter from him and tearing it open. "It doesn't read itself?" He asks as she starts to read over it.

My darling Orla,

I am sorry I haven't written to you, things have been chaotic here as I'm sure you can imagine. I'm so proud of you for doing well in school darling. It is very important you do well so that you can become a great astrology professor like you always dreamed of. 

About the cup.. I do believe that you are safe so long as you stay on the grounds. Do not venture far outside the barrier. Nothing but you can protect yourself Orla. You are the most powerful glass wielder our family has known. You must protect yourself and guard against those that want your power. 

About the boy, we've told you time and time again not to mess with anyone after your last boyfriend unless.. This is THE one. If this is the one, I want you to recall the conversation we had before we left you at Hogwarts. If your fated comes before you, give your half to them as soon as possible. We do not know when we can get you fully away from the Dark Lord. If you were to give away your gift, he would have no use to hunt you. You cannot give what you do not have. 

We love you darling.

As soon as the letter was read, it started to burn in her hand. Orla held onto it as the words disappeared in front of her. "I cannot give what I do not have." She says, letting the letter go. The rest of the letter burned up "I need to tell you something else." Orla laughs a little. 'How am I supposed to explain to the guy that we were fated to meet and fated to stay together.'

"But not tonight." Draco says, grabbing her shoulders gently, making Orla look up at him. "You need some sleep. It's after two" Only then did she see the tiredness in his eyes. Orla brushed her knuckles along his jaw before nodding. Draco guided her towards the bed before bringing the blanket around her. As he was about to walk away, Orla grabbed his hand.

"Stay with me?" She asks looking up at him. Draco looked towards the door, picturing the vanishing cabinet and the Dark Lords face. "I need to go to my dorm, Orla." He says squatting down beside her bed. 

A feeling of dread went through Orla as the shining in his eyes came back. She nodded before settling down again as Draco headed towards the door. "Will you have breakfast with me?" Orla asked as she turned over and pulled the blanket up higher. 'He's not going to his dorm.'

"I'll pick you up in the morning and we can go have whatever you'd like." Draco says, opening the door before looking at her figure under the blankets. 'She doesn't deserve this..' 

Draco shut the door before taking his jacket, shoes, and belt off before pulling the blankets back. "You shouldn't stay because you pity me." Orla says not even facing him. She could feel it. Bonded or not yet, she could feel the feelings of pity rolling off him. "I do, but that's not why."

After debating for a few more heartbeats, he climbed into bed next to her and held her closely. "Tell me something about you. I feel like I know nothing about you." She commanded, grabbing his hand in hers. "I like blueberries in my pancakes instead of chocolate."