Darkest Desire - English

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That night Liz had found no sleep. Just like the next.

Ginny and Luna were seriously worried, but what could they do as long as Liz refused to come clean. Even when Liz got a strange letter at breakfast, she couldn't convince herself to let her friends in on it.

"What's this?" wanted Ginny to know, pointing her fork at the letter. She had given up trying to convince Liz to eat anything.

Liz unfolded the old paper. It was yellowed and crumpled. Even without a return address, Liz knew who it was from. Although her mother rarely placed importance on it, she knew very well how to send subtle messages.
And the content was no better. A pile of sand trickled onto the table in front of Liz. Some of it was stained red. Blood red.

"What's that?" asked Luna, and was about to move closer when Liz simply wiped the sand off the table. Unseen by the others, Liz put a handful of the bloody sand in her pocket. She had had enough. She was so infinitely fed up with her family.

"A threat."

* [Guess who didn't want to write a transition again :DDDD ]

It had taken long enough for Liz to finally catch young Malfoy alone. But even though he liked to think of himself as a god, he still had very earthly needs. Every lesson she couldn't join in, Liz had followed Draco. She knew he usually went to the loo in the lessons that bored him, and History of Magic was clearly one of them.

Hunched over, she waited behind one of the countless statues, praying that no one else would notice her.

But this time, luck was on her side. Draco darted past her without even looking in her direction. Immediately she jumped out of her hiding place and pushed her cousin against the wall.

"Hello Draco," she sneered, really having to pull herself together not to slap him on the spot. "Long time no see."

"Shit, Liz, what was that about?" He dusted off his cloak and rubbed the shoulder he'd bumped into the wall with.

"I want to know what happened to you!" Liz had to control herself to be quiet enough so no one from the surrounding classrooms would take notice. "Since when are you willing to walk over my dead body just to kiss your parents' ass?"

Draco squinted his eyes and continued rubbing his shoulder. "What?"

"All you had to do was keep your mouth shut." Liz grabbed him by the collar of his cloak and shoved him back against the wall. Even though Draco was a lot taller than her, he was still a wimp to the core. "Why did you have to tell your parents? Why?"

Draco grabbed her wrists, but only half-heartedly resisted. "Liz. It's my parents!"

"So what?" she snapped at him incredulously, dragging him down the hall by his collar. She wouldn't be able to contain herself much longer, and it didn't have to be Snape or McGonagall who found her first.
"Remember how many times we lied to our parents when we were kids? What changed Malfoy? Did you meet the dark lord? Did his charms captivate you?" She had grown louder with each word. She felt the despair and betrayal in every fiber of her body. It had been easier to tell herself there was still hope when they had ignored each other.

"Liz, listen, I can talk to them," Draco offered as he stumbled over his feet because Liz was taking steps too small for him.

"Talk?" Abruptly, Liz stopped, looking at Draco. "Are you stupid? You know as well as I do that my mother won't let me talk to her."

"But my father! I'm sure he could persuade Bellatrix -"

Liz started laughing and finally let go of Draco. "It's too late for that."