yellow - D.M

Chapter forty three: too soon

       She furrowed her eyebrows "I-I-"

       "It's a yes or no question." Lestrange stopped right in front of her. Ophelia felt her self trying to lean away.

      "Yes." She muttered under her breath.

      "Lovely." Belltrix crackled. "Avery, let go of the girl would you?"

       Ophelia's eyes got big 'Avery?'

       She felt the hand pull away. Just before Lestrange grabbed her, she made eye contact with her Slytherin Prince. He looked away immediately. Like he was ashamed. Like he wanted to yell at the Death Eaters to stop, but he couldn't. He was afraid.

      "Now, now, don't be shy," Bellatrix aggressively pulled her out to the middle of the room. "I think introductions are appropriate don't you think?"

      "Uh-"

      "This everybody," Lestrange started, looking around the room, still gripping hard into her arm "Is Ophelia Woodlock," Laughter filled the room "This dirty Half-blood, sent a letter to this very Manor a few weeks ago."

      Woodlock clenched her jaw.

     She turned her attention back to Ophelia "I know you are friends with Harry," her voice was hushed "Tell me where him and his little friends are."

       Ophelia gulped "I don't know-"

       It was all happening to soon.

      She was pushed onto the hard floor. Bellatrix towing over her. Ophelia being asked questions she didn't know the answer too, Lestrange kicking her for not knowing.

     Draco was standing next to his mother. He was looking away, he couldn't bare it. His girlfriend, his everything, was being tortured in front of him. And it felt like it was his fault.

Bellatrix kicking, stepping, and spiting questions, after questions at Ophelia. Woodlock felt hopeless, she could barely hear what Lestrange was saying to her over her own cries of pain and fear.

      Ophelia felt hot tears prick into her eyes. "I-I don't know anything, I'm s-sorry." She whimpered as she stared up at the Leatrange.

      "Weak." She spat "Avery take her to the dungeons. I'll be down later." Her tone was bored.

       Ophelia's breath hitched as the tall man walked over to her. He aggressively grabbed a hold of her arm, pulling her up from the floor. A dry sob rolled out of her mouth as he began to drag her out of the room.

     
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      The ground was cold. There was barley any light.

      Ophelia's back pressed against the stone wall. Her knees were hugged to her chest.

      Her once stunning red dress had been dirt and dust covered from the air in the dungeon.

      Her right glasses lens had a crack down the middle from Bellatrix kicking her. Her stomach burned from the bruises and cuts. She never thought she would say this, but she wanted to go home.

      The dungeon wasn't really your average cell. It was opened space, she couldn't really see the other people who had gotten kidnapped because of the lighting. The ground was a hard grey cement. The only entrance lead to the stair case to the main hallways but it was locked, and being watched by someone at the top step.

      It had been at least 2 hours since she had gotten taken. She was starving and had a ranging headache.

      She gently closed her eyes. Taking in deep breaths.

breath in and out, in and out...

       She flinched at the sound of the screeching door opening.

      "Ophelia?" A hushed voice called, making her eyes snap open. "Hey," The voice murmured. A flash of blond hair came into view.

      She tilted her head slightly as a weak smile came onto her face.

     Draco knelt down in front of her. "Hey," he mumbled again, placing his hands on her knees "I thought I told you not to write?" His voice was barley above a whisper.

      "I know," she rasped "But I just missed you so much," she choked up as she looked into his grey blood shot eyes. "Have you been crying?" Her voice was scratchy.

      Draco cleared his throat "No," he lied. "But I'm going to get you out of here, soon." He placed a hand on her cheek "I'll figure something out."

      She nodded, melting into his touch. "How did you get down here?" She asked softly.

       "I told the guard that Bellatrix told me to come down to check on all the prisoners."

        She laughed lightly, though her eyes became glossy "je t'aime."

        Draco smiled "je t'aime." He looked down at her torn up dress "You look pretty," he said "I didn't think you would go to the weasel wedding."

        She shrugged. "I felt like I needed to get out of the house." she gulped "Clearly I should have stayed home."

        "No shit," Malfoy chuckled and kept his gaze on her face.

         "Do they know about us now?"

        His thumb creased her cheek. He shrugged his shoulders "I lied and told them that you were just obsessed with me and that you write letters all the time." A smug look came onto his face.

        She scoffed and hit his chest "Rude."

       "It was the safest option."

      They stayed silent for a moment, just looking into each other's eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered "I wasn't thinking."

      He shook his head "Whats done is done." He sighed "What matters now is getting you out of here."

      She nodded as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

      "I need to get back upstairs." He muttered annoyed. He looked at her for a moment before pushing his lips onto her chapped ones. "Merlin, I've missed this." He mumbled onto her mouth before pulling away. She smiled softly as he slowly stood up. "I love you." He murmured as he turned away.

      Leaving Ophelia with her thoughts. Her eyes closed again.

      It was all happening too soon.

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ahhh i made another draco fan fic called falling again so go check that out if you want

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French line:

I love you (je t'aime)