Oxygen |Draco Malfoy|

The Hidden Horrors

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"I've been here before... Cedric, I've been here before" Harry told us. I nodded, examining the grave. "Me to" my voice was distant, full of concentration. I stool a glance at Cedric and walked towards him. "We need to get back to the cup" I said in the same dreamy voice.

Suddenly, pain shot through my entire body, I could barely see Harry clutching his scar in pain as I fought to remain on my feet. My pain tolerance is high, so I knew how to. But the pain got twenty times worse when I heard a hiss. One I had heard in my nightmares.

I squinted just to see Peter Pettigrew, holding a weak, pathetic looking Voldemort. I also saw my father, who was watching me with a sly smile. I whimpered, I knew that smile.

"Kill the spare" his voice rang through the graveyard. Harry and I were leaning on each other to keep standing over the pain. "No!" I screamed.

My dream had prepared me to see the green light hit his chest, to see the light leave his eyes... or at least I thought it had.

I still screamed in horror as he hit the ground. I pushed myself off Harry, stumbling towards his ice cold body. But I never made it. A horrific block seemed to stop my breathing. I squeaked as my feet left the ground, and I was roughly shoved back to the ground.

Something held me down, but I couldn't open my eyes. "Run, Harry! Run!"I choked out. If I'm gonna die, I won't let him. "No! Leave her alone!" He screamed. I whimpered and clawed at the hands holding me down by my neck.

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I woke up, memories of last night flooding back to me. I felt nothing but pain, and pried my eyes open, seeing that I was covered in bruises and whip marks.

I also had a black eye, I knew that because I couldn't open that eye.

Groaning, I forced myself into a sitting position. "Don't push yourself' a voice startled me. I flinched, causing the pain to increase fifty times for a moment. I craned my neck backwards to see the familiar, grey eyes.

"You found it?" I questioned. He nodded. "How did the order take it?"I bit my lip. "Mrs.Weasley was very motherly... the others don't hate me, don't like me either" he sighed. I nodded, looking down at my bruised fingers.

I grabbed the side of the bed and heaved myself up, whimpering for a moment before silencing myself. "Let me help-" Draco started. I cut him off, unexplainable anger suddenly coursing through my veins.

"I don't need your help!" I spat. Instantly I felt guilty. "I'm sorry... I'm just, on edge" I rubbed my temples.

He nodded, giving me a small, gently peck of my lips. He was careful to avoid the cut. "Wheres my wand?" I asked. He opened his mouth to object, but I held up a hand.

"Give. Me. My. Wand." I ordered. He sighed, handing it over. I gave him a nod and walked towards my mirror, careful to keep in my whimper every step. I felt tears gather in my eyes at the sight of myself.

I looked pathetic, bruises swallowing most of my pale skin. My tattoos stood out over the bruises.

I was wearing a crop top and pajama shorts, these were really comfortable. I always wondered what it felt like.

I turned around to look at my back. There were blacm bruises and fresh whip marks contrasting with the old, viciously placed scars. My eyes teared up once again, and I let my hands drop to my sides, bowing my head in shame.

"You're beautiful" he whispered. I shook my head. Taking a deep breath, I lifted my wand, instantly, the bruises were gone.

 I turned to him with a glum look. "Who brought me here, in my room?" I asked.

"Me, they said you had never let anyone in your room, so I kept it that way" he told me. I nodded. "Thanks" I sighed.  "Turn around" I told him, taking off my shirt after he obeyed.

I quickly threw on another, sure to tuck my wand in my pocket after I put on ripped skinny jeans.
"Lets go" I finished,  rushing towards the door.

He followed. "Maybe its better if-" he tried,  but I cut him off by slamming the door behind us. "Its best, if I go eat" I plastered a fake smile on my face.

When I stopped in the kitchen, the tension was so thick I could've cut it with a knife. I awkwardly stood at the door way, unsure of what to do. Everyone stared at me, horror, confusion, anger, and sadness in their eyes. "What happened last night?" Moody broke the unnerving silence. 

I gulped,  staring at my feet. "Uh... they were waiting for me,  dragged me out." I concluded. "Where did they take you?" He pressed. I gulped, sending a look at Draco, apologizing. "Uh... well" I began. "Well?" Sirius barked. "It wasn't his fault... I swear!" I exclaimed. 

"What?" Sirius asked. "They took me to the Malfoy Manor" I whispered. "Wait, didn't you know that, you rescued her from?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "Yes. I did, but I wanted to hear her say it out loud. The Malfoy Manor!"' Sirius let out a cold laugh.

I sent a sorry look at Draco,  who looked horrified. "So, Malfoy, she wad tormented in your house... suspicious, isn't it?" He threw his fork down, making me jump, then hiss in pain. He got to his feet and began circling Draco and I.

"Isn't it?!" He raised his voice, making me cling to Draco's arm in terror. Without warning he launched himself at Draco,  shoving me out of the way as he pinned him against the wall, his wand at his throat.

"So, were you a spy?! Huh?!" He yelled. I gulped, watching as Draco shook his head. "Lies!" Sirius screamed. "Stop it!" Mrs.Weasley's stern voice made them all stop.