Gypsy

Chapter Eleven

I woke in pain, not the kind of pain one might get after having exercised the day before, but a deep ache-to-your-bones pain. Groaning softly, I shifted slightly in my bed sheets. For a second the sensation felt like my legs were in silky water, I couldn't seem to recall where I had gotten such nice sheets.

Eye brow creased, I opened my eyes. Dark green covers were what I first saw, followed by a large bed and finally a totally different bedroom to my own.

"What the..." I moved my arms, or tried to anyway, a great wrenching pain forced me to lower them with a hiss.

"I wouldn't try to move if I were you, my Lord didn't want you to be given any healing potions." The unmistakable voice of Abraxas Malfoy slithered from the corner. Sure enough, there he was sitting by a remarkably nice fireplace. Setting down his book, he stood and stalked over to me. "I have to admit that I would have given you the potions, if for no other reason than to get rid of those horrible bruises. You really do bruise too easily."

For an absurd moment I almost apologised, stopping myself when I finally looked down at the bruises in question. Even though I could only see the tops of my shoulders, I knew that the black marks would probably be all over me. Then something occurred, "I'm in my underwear..."

My captor smirked, running his fingers up the side of the blanket as he shifted closer. "Indeed. It wasn't at all necessary for you to be so uncomfortably clothed while sleeping. Why do you wear so many layers? It was rather like Riddle and I were playing a game when trying to undress you." He rolled his eyes, "you needn't worry so much about men being unable to resist your figure; your dirty blood does the trick."

I flushed red, "I don't wear so many layers because I am afraid people won't be able to resist me," furiously yanking the covers up until everything under my chin was concealed, "I happen to get cold here in Winter."

Malfoy scoffed, "it's barely autumn," and yanked the cover down a little bit more.

Growling I pulled it up as much as possible, "stop that."

"No," down another few inches, I gave up trying to pull it back up.

"Where am I anyway?"

Malfoy settled on the bed, I could feel his body heat against my hip. "Tom decided the best place to keep you would be the Head Boys dorm, after your little...attitude adjustment it was necessary to avoid you dropping dead on us."

Everything from before came crashing back, "Y—you crucio'd me." I would have shifted further away from him if I could, the side effects from the curse kept me from any true movement though.

"Technically Tom did, I just held you afterwards." He said it with such ease, as if causing a human being that much agony wasn't anything out of the ordinary. "You did twitch so nicely though. For hours after the curse was lifted, your body kept on shaking and shuddering."

"Stop it," I whispered.

"Never seen anything like it, nobody I've seen has ever reacted so strongly to such a mild dose of it. Your blood really must be inferior; perhaps the dirt amplified the cur—"

Somehow I found the strength to slam a fist into Malfoy's mouth. It barely stung my hand, I wasn't sure if that was because the rest of me hurt so much and drowned out any possible pain, or I just didn't have the strength to truly do any harm, but the point was made.

For a second there was almost complete silence, the only sounds coming from my mouth as I tried to bite back the whimpers of having landed back on the bed so roughly. Slowly he lifted a perfectly pale hand to his mouth; it came back with a slither of crimson.