"I won't tell anybody!" Charlene screamed as he drove a syringe into her neck. She cried in pain, watched him look down at her in his arms, her vision beginning to go black.
Draco Malfoy was a powerful man.
He was even more powerful when he got wh...
[I cried so hard during this chapter. I'll pay for everyone's therapy.]
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Draco put together the pieces well, Charlene thought.
She'd been laying in bed all day, because now, she didn't even want to look at Draco. The only person who knew what Harry did was Narcissa, and she never wanted Draco to find out. She never wanted him to know what Harry had done to her because she was afraid he'd see her as she saw herself. Disgusting, and weak.
But then she had to think, was it really her fault? She couldn't move. She still remembers that feeling of the drug coursing through her body as Harry held her naked. She couldn't do anything.
And Draco had figured it all out, to the results of the test, to when they'd been in his bed, with her on top of him while she asked him to release inside of her. He'd figured out that Harry had released into her, and thats why she wanted Draco too. She wanted Harry completely off of her,
But as she sits in the shower now, scrubbing her body, she'd realized it was gonna take more than another man to get him off.
Charlene had cried, and cried and cried— and sometimes, thats all she felt like doing. She'd come home, ignore Draco and Max sitting on the couch or in the kitchen, and she'd just walk into her room, and cry. Nobody heard her, yet she wanted someone too.
When something scratched at the bathroom door, she wiped her face off and furrowed her eyebrows. Turning off the water, she stepped out, wrapped a towel around her body and opened the door just a crack.
A kitten sat there, clawing at the door softly, her blue eyes looking up at Charlene. It was the kitten Draco had gotten her in New York, and she'd realized that he'd kept the kitten the whole time.
Her heart melted, and she slid to her knees on the floor, and allowed the kitten to crawl into her lap. "You're cute."
The kitten nodded, "I get that a lot."
Charlene could've swore her heart leaped out of her throat. "Excuse me?"
"Your boy is an idiot," the kitten stated, rubbing her head onto Charlene's fingers as she pet her. "I think he tried to make sure I didn't have any diseases, but he made me drink something and now I can speak."
"My boy, as in Draco?"
"I guess. He's a big, tall man who carry's a gun— everywhere."
Charlene shook her head, standing up as she held the kitten in her hands. She set her on the bathroom counter, and started to put on her clothes, "What's your name?"
"Not sure, he usually calls me 'thing.'"
Charlene smiled, "How about Nico?"
"What do I look like? A duck?"
"Who says Nico is a name for a duck?" She asked as she slipped her sweatpants on, tying the strings.
"Well, me. I did." The kitten licked her paws, her brown fur soft and fuzzy. "Can you feed me?"
