Sinner

Sinner

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She always keeps her hood up.

The first time she entered it changed the atmosphere completely.

She was like a new wave of life in our manor. Carrie loves her.

Completely. Jordan was crawling on the floor when she came, and she picked him up. He fell asleep. It's as if she puts him under a spell or something. Every single time she puts him in her arms he falls asleep.

Carrie makes excuses. She says he's tired. But isn't it ironic?

Everyone in my family - Carrie, Jordan, Isobell. They all love her.

But I don't - there's something strange about her. I've seen her before. She's a witch - so of course I must've seen her at Hogwarts. However, there's this forebidding chill I ger when I'm near her. Like she's not what she really seems - a dazzling woman with a mystic smile.

I've seen her somewhere else, somewhere I have seen her do something dangerous - that I can remember.

Carrie says, 'Draco, you're being paranoid. Before you know it, our first babysitter will be driven out.'

Isobell turned five yesterday, she says that she feels weird around her too, but whenever she looks into her eyes, she feels at ease. I don't understand.

I didn't understand, actually. Until now.

It was her thirteenth day. She was doing wonderful with the kids - since this was a sort of trial period, she cleaned up the dishes, by hand, which surprised me. Doesn't she own a wand? She's a witch - I know a pureblood witch when I see her. But there's something suspicious about her, the way she moves. She claims her name is Deenie Williams. I don't believe her. I can't remember anybody named Deenie in Hogwarts. I have to get more information. Hopefully, Carrie will forgive me for being paranoid.

Because it's not a safe world anymore. Voldemort has taken over and most of the ministry are fighting back, but some are dead. Some.

Fred Weasley. - Killed by Death Eater

Joanne Hurtfield. - Killed by herself in the 'Imperio Curse'. Muggleborn witch.

Percy Weasley. - Dead inside. In St. Mungo's.

Ronald Weasley. - Killed by Voldemort

Hermione Granger. - Killed by Voldemort

Ginny Weasley. - Killed by the Ministry for the act of becoming a Death Eater. Nobody knows if she was under the Imperius Curse or not.

But Potter's not on the list. I don't think he'll ever be. I don't know where he is; but I hope it's near. I don't want anything to happen to Isobell or Jordan.

It's not safe anymore. I don't trust the girl. I refuse to ever call her Deenie. After my own father died in the hands of Voldemort I claimed I was under the Imperius Curse and got a free life ahead of me.

I am guilty.

Guilty.

'Guilty, guilty guilty?' a voice whispers in my ear.

It's her. I've been speaking aloud. I have been succumbed from my stupidity.

I grab her hand. 'Who are you, tell me.'

Her smile flickers into something ugly. Something horrid; something evil. Her hood still covers her. I wonder when she takes it off.

'Deenie,' she whispers. 'I am Deenie. I am your babysitter. I have been for a week already. Can't you trust me?' She sounds demented.

'You are not!' I say furiously, digging my fingernails into her skin until she bleeds.

Blood seeps out. She doesn't cry out. I notice her blood is much darker than anybody else's. I've never been so frightened in my life.

'It's okay, I understand, Draco,' she says, rolling my name off of her tongue. 'You can trust me, just look into my eyes and you can trust me.'

I refuse to look at her. But a magnetic stretch of my pupils view into her wide, brown ones. They are unlike Carrie's...I don't drown into Carrie's. But hers are brown swirls of heavenly havens to go into. I stare at them forever. I feel like I am sleeping.

I am sleeping.

I can't look away. She's kissing me on my forehead - how did she do that without me noticing? Is that - even possible? How can - how can...?

'I trust you,' a voice says. I realize it's my voice. But I didn't do it - even though my mouth makes the movement, even though my throat releases the sound, I didn't do it...

I am on something soft. A bed. And she's on top of me. How is she doing it? How can she hypnotize me with just the swirls in her brown eyes?

'You're naked,' I say. I feel like I am drowning, into thick wisps of water or worse, blood. Thick, thin. Red.

'Of course I am, of course, of course,' her voice drones on and on in my mind, ringing in my ears as her lips trail down my bare skin - how is she doing this? How? Her hood is gone, and I can see her beautiful waterfalls of her hair.

How is she doing this? How can she control me? Most importantly, where are my pants?

She acknowledges the absence of my pants. I find myself making noises I have never made with Carrie while lovemaking - how is she doing this? She's exhilirating, destructful...

How can I handle her? Carrie sweeps out of my mind. Jordan and Isobell didn't matter anymore. Her silky lips were numbly reached every part of my skin, and I was holding onto her like I was inprisoned. Which I probably was. I was trapped - trapped by the way her bare nipples grazed against my legs as she moved back and forth across my body. I can't do anything - I can't breathe.

Can't breathe.

She kisses me softly on the lips, in a sweet, morbid caressing way Carrie probably has never heard of.

'I've waited so long, so long to do this...''

And for the first time, she looks up to reveal her voice. Her concealment is gone.

The familiar face, the face. The red, wavery hair. Ginny Weasley.

'You're dead,' I think. 'You're dead.'

She can read my mind, I know it. She is able to control me in every which way. She raises an eyebrow and smirks and touches me ever so tenderly down there, my breathing becoming uneven, but her's as steady and still.

How can she do it, I think for the hundreth time.

'He gave me such lovely powers...I deserve a little treat after all the work I've served for him...killing that Mudblood.'

She's talking to herself. She's under the Imperius Curse. Or perhaps she is just insane. But I try not to think when she squeezes me tightly. I am hopeless, faithless without her tingling lips against my flesh.

'He gave me such lovely powers...' She's talking about Voldemort, I know it. I know it. This is how she controls me. She is powerful, she is a Goddess.

'I've waited so, so, so long to do this...my Lord will be ever so grateful I have done this to one of the former traitors in the Death Eater league...' Her lips are smiling even more mischeviously than ever. I am frightened, so frightened...

'Waited so long to do this...'

I glimpse silver before a large blow hits me on my head.

And darkness becomes my haven once more.

Finished

There's a certain satisfaction
In a little bit of pain
I can see you understand
I can tell that you're the same
If you're afraid, well rise above
I only hurt the ones I love
Put your hands all over my body
I don't think you know what pain is
I don't think you've gone that way
I could bring you so much pleasure
I'll come to you when you say
I know you want me
I'm not gonna hurt you
I'm not gonna hurt you
Just close your eyes

Romance
I'd like to put you in a trance
Erotica, romance
Put your hands all over my body
Only the one that hurts you
Can make you feel better
Only the one that inflicts pain
Can take it away

Erotica ~ by Madonna