My Only Love Sprung from My Only Hate (Dramione)

Chapter 8

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  Draco said that he's going to the library, so that I could sleep. Scorp was in his cradle in the corner of our room. I fell asleep peacefully, but woke up to Scorp's screams and hands on my throat, cutting off my breath.

  I tried to remember where my wand was, but it was hard, considering that I wasn't getting oxygen into my brain. I looked up and saw Storm. Her eyes was as huge as her smile. She started to laugh, maniacally.

  I tried to scream and pull at her hair, her shirt, anything that would help me. I gasped and tried to breath and tried to muster enough strength to push her off of me. Scorpius was still crying and twisting in his cradle. I wondered how long it would take for Draco to hear Scorpius and come upstairs. As I felt myself getting weaker and not fighting back as much, I hoped that Draco would take care of Scorpius... Especially since I couldn't. . .