The Dark Lady and her twisted troubles

Chapter 8: To the dungeons

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---TheDarkLady

CHAPTER 8

Draco woke up and squinted at the daylight falling squarely on his face. He reached for his wand and with a flick of his hands, the curtains closed. He sat up and ran a hand through his messy silvery blond hair.

He blinked a couple of times and saw himself In Ivory’s room. On a sofa near her bed.

Last night’s events caught upto him and he scrambled off the comfy sofa and walked over to the high rise fluffy bed she was sleeping on.

She looked fine.

Her eyelashes were softly fluttering and a stray hair was on her face, he gently pushed it back and he felt how soft her skin was, like butter.

His skin felt so coarse in comparison. He felt like a caveman next to the sleeping goddess.

She shifted onto her side and softly groaned, her breaths were becoming quite labored, then really fast and she as twitching around.

She was having a nightmare, he thought. Well, after last night’s events, he wasn’t surprised in the least.

He quietly sat on the edge of her bed and decided to wake her up.

“Ivy? Love, wake up.” He gently shook her body. Did he just call her Ivy? Dear god, I’m unintentionally making nicknames and using them!

He was whipped.

Her eyes shot open and she flinched at the hand on her shoulder. He pulled back and gave her some space and time.

She lay back but she opened her eyes fully and looked up at the young man who just woke her up.

She smiled gently and whispered with her husky voice, “You stayed.” Her voice somewhat cracked at the end and she cleared her throat she sat up and scooted over and patted the space next to her.

He gingerly climbed into bed and closed his eyes, and inhaled, it had her spicy sweet scent all around her.

“I’m sorry you slept on the couch.” She said and nodded towards the smooth yet somewhat rumpled couch.

Draco shook his head as if to say, ‘Don’t worry about it’.

“Draco. How did you know?” She said softly.

Her eyes regained their luster and the fire was building once again.

“I didn’t.” He replied even more softly than she did and focused his eyes on the sheets.

All of a sudden all the rage and anger he had in him last night was inflating his body and he clenched his fists.

But at the same exact moment Ivory threw her arms around her savior and hugged tightly.

Draco felt shocked, she extinguished the fire within him.

He held her tightly in his arms as well and she put her head over his heart and heard it pound.

“Were you really going to kill him.” She whispered, she barely made any sound but Draco caught it.

He nodded his head, he would kill him. If the Dark Lord hadn’t already.

But he knew the Dark Lord wouldn’t let him get away with it, he was quite glad for that.

She squeezed her arms around his neck tighter and nuzzled her head against his solid and chiseled chest and murmured: “Oh Draco.”

He closed his eyes tight and squeezed her waist really tight.

“OW!” She jumped out of his arms and whimpered, she hastily twisted her body towards the mirror and lifted her shirt to her waist and gasped.

Black, purple and blue bruises mottled her impeccable figure, her tiny waist was extremely bruised. If Draco was mad before, god knows what someone would call him now.

If you cracked an egg on his head at that instant, the egg would fry then burn to an angry black in seconds.

The bed started to gently vibrate and she turned to see Draco shaking, his jaw was set and tight, his sumptuous lips were just a thin line, he shakily reached for his wand and gently grabbed her up by the arm.

“Dra—“  She started but he shook his head he pointed his wand to her and transfigured her pajamas to a breezy floral printed sundress that ended right above her knee.

He summoned her wand from the dress she wore last night and handed it to her.

And he wordlessly held her close but carefully applied no pressure. He then apparated with her out of there to the grand hall.

He took her hand and they both went to the Dark Lord’s study.

He knocked then entered, searching for the pensieve he emptied his mind since last night to this morning. Ivory did the same.

Draco was still shaking, his body still wound tight and his eyes huge. 

A few seconds later The Dark Lord entered and he looked furious. “ Ivory, Draco.” He acknowledged their presence. And fluidly slunk into his chair.

Ivory gulped then pointed to the pensieve. The dark lord looked in and was soon enveloped in Ivory’s and Draco’s memories.

Ivory took a shaky breath as the dark lord Voldemort emerged and looked terrifying.

He and Draco were both equally furious.

“Father, what, what’s happening to him?” Ivory asked tremulously and looked in fear at her father.

“What he deserves.” His high and cold voice was frigid, and cut through the air like a knife, each word a stab.

“My lord, I  wish to punish him.” Draco said his voice constricted with emotion.

“I will join you.” The Dark Lord replied with that cutting voice that stabbed Ivory as well.

They all exited the room but Ivory was dropped off to the dining area for breakfast. Severus and Narcissa were situated so Draco and the Dark Lord both silently felt she would be safe there.

But just before Draco left, Ivory weakly grasped his arm and  harshly whispered: “Where are you going?”

Draco’s eyes became devoid of emotion and Ivory felt herself go cold, “To the dungeons.” He said flatly and joined the Dark Lord to punish the man who had ruined everything for him, and almost ruined the young woman who was important to both their lives.