There's Something About Mary

There's Something About Mary

Chapter 8

It wasn't until Destiny started pecking on Mary's arm did Mary realize she had fallen asleep. She groaned and shooed her owl away, only to be pecked at again. Mary growled and opened an eye. She saw Destiny had a letter for her, so she grabbed it and unrolled it.

CrazyMary

Be prepared for an unintended, unpleasant visit.

Mary furrowed her eyebrows and slowly sat up. She looked at her owl, which hooted proudly.

"Stupid bird," she mumbled.

"'Bout time you woke up," a sudden voice said, causing Mary to shriek and looked to where the voice was coming from. She was still tired, regardless of her alertness, she didn't recognize the voice at first, but it spoke again, she identified it instantly. "Have good dreams? Were they about me? Or about Potter?" He said Potter with pure distaste as he came out of the shadows. He had sour expression on his face as he sneered at her. He didn't like to mean to her, but he also didn't like it when a certain anyone lied to him. "I waited for you to come back here. And then, when you did, you fell asleep!"

"Does anyone know you're here?" Mary whispered harshly as she stood up and stepped towards him.

"Don't step any closer to me," he growled.

Mary did as she was told, and halted. She looked at him confusingly. Didn't he understand the trouble both of them would be in if her granddad found them? Or worse, her mother. Or worse, her brother. Or worse, Harry!

Draco stepped closer to her, throwing her letter that she wrote to him earlier that day, at her. She caught it and opened it, looking back at him puzzled. She smiled an uncertain smile. "What's this?" she asked, holding up the note.

"It's your goddamned note from earlier," he said, curtly. "What does it look like?"

"Oh," she said, looking at the crumpled up note. "I thought it was something else."

"Have you read it?" he asked, his glare not residing.

Mary looked at him. She knew he was blond, not stupid. But, he was working his way up to stupidity at a high-speed rate. It would reach maximum speed if someone, anyone came through that door and saw him standing there, yelling at her at the top of his lungs. Well, if he was yelling at her at the top of his lungs, then why hadn't somebody come already? Maybe...no, he wouldn't. Would he?

She hadn't known him that long to know whether or not he would kill her family.

Draco watched her as she stared at him with a dumb expression. He smiled and held out his hand. "Mary," he said, more softly,

Mary slowly and hesitantly walked to him until he had his arms wrapped around her in a tight embrace. Mary hid her face in his shirt. He rested his chin on her head, smirking.

"Remember last night," he said.

Mary nodded and closed her eyes, remembering his anger at Blaise Zabini for not believing in her, and the rest of the night.

"You came to me around eleven," Draco repeated. He held her at arm length. "Can you tell me, again, why you were late."

"You don't believe me?" Mary asked.

Draco shook his head. "No, no! It's not that. I just want to make sure that you are telling the truth."

Mary furrowed her eyebrows. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Draco looked at Destiny and shrugged.

"Was it something Zabini said? Did he convince you of something? Because I'm not lying!"

This time, Draco was the one concerned for someone hearing. He placed a finger on her lips. "Don't want anyone to come up here, do we?"

Mary bit her lip, and nodded. As soon as Draco removed his finger and asked her to tell him why she arrived late and without Potter, Mary shrugged. "I told you. We got separated. I couldn't find him in time, and so I went straight to you, knowing you don't like to wait."

Draco smiled at her. "That's my girl," he whispered. "Apparate to my hotel room."

He let go of her.

"But, why?"

"Just do it. Don't' question me!" With nothing more said, he disapparated. Mary, sighing, followed suit, less than a millisecond later, ending up in the same room she was in the night before, with Draco standing right next to her.

Mary turned to him, wondering why he brought her there. Without anything, no explanation, no sign of emotion, Draco pushed her onto the bed and fell on top of her, forcing his lips on to hers.

Mary smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, opening her mouth to let him access. Draco pushed away from her, his eyes flaming with anger. He snatched her face and turned it to the side forcefully. Without seeing anything, he forcefully turned it to the other side.

Mary gasped. What was he doing? That hurt! "Draco, what are you - "

"SHUT UP!" he spat. He sat up, his legs on either side of her, holding her in place onto the bed with painful force. "If you and Potter got separated," he said in a whisper, "then who slapped you?"

Mary's eyes went wide. She had completely forgot about the excuse that she gave him! She was too busy thinking up an excuse for Harry, she forgot about the one she already had made up for Draco.

She began tearing up, her mouth hanging open. Draco saw her tears. With a grunt, he brought his hand back, and back slapped her across the face.

"Tears won't work this time," he growled, as Mary brought her hand up to touch where she slapped him. Draco grabbed that wrist, and slammed it on the headboard. He then took her other wrist, and slammed it against the headboard as well.

He got close to her face. "I don't like it when people lie to me," he hissed.

Mary looked up at her wrists and noted a small trickle of blood that started to fall.

Draco sneered at her. "If you so much as think about apparating away, you got something more to worry about, other than your own life."

Mary looked at him, confused.

"If you apparate away, you can say good-bye to your family, and yourself."

Mary's eyes opened wide. Why was he bringing her family into this? "What did you to them?"

Draco shrugged. "They're safe, at your house. Totally oblivious to the fact that I was even there. But, if you apparate away, they will notice me. Now, promise me you won't apparate away."

Mary closed her eyes and nodded. Never before had he threatened her family before. What happened to him? He was always so kind to her and her family. She even brought him home to meet her parents. They told her mother and father they were only friends, nothing more, but that was only because her mother would have killed her personally if she said Draco was her boyfriend.

Draco smirked. "Good."

He let go of her and stood up off the bed. Mary looked at him, holding her wrists to stop the bleeding. She sat up, and made to get off the bed, but Draco shook his head. Mary calmly obeyed, and lay back down. She looked up at the ceiling. What happened to the man she loves? He went haywire and attacked her that's what!

Without much further thought, Draco was on top off her, naked. He put a finger on to her lips.

"Now, you're going to be a good girl for Slick, right?" he asked, running his finger over her lips. Mary nodded obediently. Draco smirked. "Good."

Without another word spoken, Draco stripped her. Without looking away from her eyes, he forcefully pushed himself inside her.

Mary cried out, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. What was he doing? He was hurting her! He never did that before!

With each hard and painful thrust, Mary cried out, earning a satisfied sneer on his face.

That pattern continued for five minutes straight. Draco, with one last thrust, collapsed on Mary, who was crying and not able to scream anymore.

After a few minutes Draco smiled and looked up at her. "You were just a victim of rape," he drawled.

Mary opened her eyes and looked at him disbelief. "You r-raped me?" she asked, her voice dry and painful as she had been screaming loud and long, and not pleasurable screams either.

Draco shrugged. "I'm a man of truth. I may be also evil, but I still speak the truth."

Mary knew what he was doing. He was going to teach her lesson, if he hadn't already.

Draco pushed himself off her and quickly put his clothes back on, leaving his shirt unbuttoned. He pulled up Mary by the hair and threw her on the ground.

"Now, tell me truth. And don't lie this time," he said, slowly walking around her.

Mary turned herself over so she was on her back and facing him, watching him circle her as a vulture does before attacking its prey.

"We got in an argument," Mary began.

Draco stopped by her head, spitting down on her: "Don't lie to me, Mary!"

"I'm not lying!" she cried back. Draco, somewhat satisfied, began pacing again. "We got in argument."

"Over?"

"Over which house was the smartest."

"What do you mean?"

"I told him I was in Ravenclaw."

Draco stopped again. "Ravenclaw? Why Ravenclaw? Why not Slytherin?"

"Because, first of all, Ravenclaw was the first to come to mind, and, I knew he wouldn't date a Slytherin if his life depended on it!"

Draco kicked her side. "Don't yell at me!" He straightened up after Mary coughed and sputtered, and finally calmed down. "Now, continue."

"I - I won the argument saying that Ravenclaw was smarter than Gryffindor. We made a deal that whoever won had to make the loser take the winner on a shopping spree in Diagon Alley. We went shopping last night, got ice cream, and, by his request, went into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. He introduced me to his friends, and Hermione Granger."

"Ah, yes, Mudblood," Draco thought aloud. "Continue."

"I was busy getting her jealous of me and Harry, and didn't notice the time. It was 10:30. I didn't want to tell him that I needed to do something in Knockturn Alley, and wanted him to come with me, his friends were there, and that girl was getting on my nerves. So, I told him that I was going to go throw away my ice cream, and I ended up here."

"But, why did you lie to me?" Draco asked, his voice audibly smoother. "You slapped yourself and lied to me. For what? What would I have done to you for telling me the truth?"

"I heard what Zabini said about me. He said I was a mistake that shouldn't have ever come across your path."

Draco kneeled down beside her, stroking her stomach. "Well, he didn't exactly say that, but what he said meant it in almost every way," he said, agreeing with her. He sat down next to her and gathered her up in his arms. He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger and made her look up at him. "Now," he whispered. "What did we learn today?"

Mary gulped. "Not to lie to you," she said, almost as quietly as he did.

Draco nodded. "I don't want to have to take further precautions if you ever lie to me again. If one of my men ever lie to me, they're dead. You got off easy."

Mary nuzzled her face into his chest, grabbing the flaps of his open shirt, tiredness suddenly taking over her body.

But, before she could fall asleep in his embrace, Draco helped her stand up. He set her on the bed and walked around the room, gathering up her clothes. He walked up to her and laid her down. Slowly and carefully, he began to dress her. Once he was done, he lay on top of her, kissing her lips, trying to keep her awake.

"Maybe you should go, now," he whispered to her. Mary pouted and shook her head, but Draco gave her reprimanding look and nodded his head. "You don't want anyone to notice you're gone, do you?"

Mary smiled as she played with his hair. She pushed herself up, making Draco fall onto the floor. He sat up on the floor and glared at her, making her giggle as she stood up. She winked at him and apparated home.

She looked around her room and noted that it suddenly got dark outside. She sighed. She sure learned a lesson tonight. Even if Draco wasn't the new rising dark lord, and even if he wasn't some pureblood snob (it wasn't as if she hated him like that, she loved him for being a pureblood snob!) then she was sure he would probably be mad as hell just like he was earlier.

Summery on that lesson: Don't piss off Draco Malfoy, and don't lie to him! Lying to Harry Potter is okay, but not Draco Malfoy; he is actually non-hesitant to make sure you regret it.

She was about to fall back onto her bed when her door opened. It was so dark in her room; not that she noticed; that she couldn't see whom it was walking into her room.

"Mary?" came the voice.

Mary nodded, not wanting to disappoint Draco anymore. She forced a smile on her lips.

"Is dinner ready?" she asked in a tired tone.

"Yeah. You okay? You sound tired." He stepped closer to her.

She didn't know why he was always so hesitant towards her; it practically drove her crazy! She practically threw herself in his arms. She looked up at him and nodded.

"What's for supper?" she asked.

Harry shrugged. "What's your mother's surprise?" he asked, obviously nervous.

Mary groaned. "Do you like stew? Do you like peas? Ham? Potatoes?"

"What is it?" Harry asked, chuckling.

"It's some soup that has peas, ham, and potatoes in it. Don't look so happy, it isn't as good as it sounds."

Harry laughed and grabbed her hand. "Smells good." He pulled her towards the door. When she didn't budge, he turned and smiled at her. "You have to be hungry. I bet you haven't eaten since that ice cream last night."

Mary looked down and blushed; though the lack of light luckily hid it. He was right, she hadn't had anything to eat since that spit infested ice cream, and though she knew he was talking about the ice cream he bought her. She sighed and gave in. Oh well, the soup wasn't that bad, was it?

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Mary ate quietly, sharing smiles with Harry, who ate slowly and almost never took his eyes off her, causing her to blush.

Neither of them noticed the knowing looks they were getting from the other three occupants of the table.

As the dishes were cleared away by Mary, who was required to clear away the table whilst her mother got the desert ready, Harry talked with Mr. Lenerd and Judis in the parlor.

"So, Judis," Harry said, "you going to Hogwarts?"

Judis nodded. "Yeah."

"What house you in?"

"Gryffindor."

Harry smiled and looked at Mary while she helped Julie getting the ice cream in separate bowls.

"Which do you think is better? Ravenclaw or Gryffindor?" he asked Judis, looking back at him.

Judis shrugged. "Gryffindor," he said without hesitation.

Harry laughed and nodded.

Mr. Lenerd smiled. He felt a little left out, speaking with the wizarding school he was supposed to go to, but never did because he was a squib. He decided to change the subject. "So, Harry, when is Ginny getting married?" he asked.

"Christmas," Harry replied, glancing at Mary, who was talking to her mother, occasionally smiling at him. He smiled back.

Mr. Lenerd raised his eyebrows, and looked between Harry and Mary. He and Judis smiled at each other.

"Uhm, Christmas holiday?" Mr. Lenerd asked.

Harry looked back at Mr. Lenerd. "Around Christmas time, yeah."

Mary sat down next to him on the sofa, handing him a bowl of ice cream. Harry smiled at her as she tucked her right leg under her and sat down, incredibly close to him. Harry smiled at his ice cream as he felt the radiated heat that was coming off her.

Mary took a bite of ice cream. "Have you found out when the party is?"

Harry wanted so much to put his arm around her, but, for their sake, didn't. He didn't want to embarrass her, and himself, in front of her family. He took a bite of the ice cream.

"Harry?"

Harry looked at Mary, both eyebrows raised. "What?" he asked, his mouth full of ice cream.

Mary smiled and chuckled. She looked at him with a sparkle in her eyes. A sparkle that reminded Harry so much of his Hogwarts Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

"Have you found out when the party is?" she repeated.

Harry looked around the room at Julie, Mr. Lenerd, and Judis, wondering what Mary was talking about. He looked back at her, pleading in his eyes.

Mary laughed. "Ginny's engagement party!" she exclaimed.

Recognition dawned on him. He swallowed his mouthful of ice cream, and shook his head. "She's thinking about either my birthday, or before."

"When's your birthday?" Julie asked.

"July 31," Harry replied.

Mary raised her eyebrows. "That isn't too far away."

Mr. Lenerd nodded. "A couple of weeks."

Judis yawned as he set his empty bowl on the floor, letting the dog lick up the remaining ice cream. Julie shook her head and looked at the clock in the kitchen. "It's getting late, Judis," she said. "Time for bed."

Judis stood up. "But, Mom! It's the summer holiday! I'm not supposed to go to bed until the early hours of the morning!"

Mary and Harry watched as Julie pushed Judis to the stairs and up. Mr. Lenerd stood up and grabbed the empty bowls of ice cream and walked into the kitchen. Harry made sure no one was looking before he put his arm around her. Mary smiled and lay her head on his shoulder.

Harry thought he'd jump. He had no idea how cold he was until he felt the heat coming from her body. He looked down at her and saw she was sleeping. She looked so peaceful when she slept, it was hard to think her the kind of person who listened to punk rock from the states. He assumed whoever she listened to was from America since they didn't have the accent. But, for anyone who was singing - regardless of the style music - one couldn't detect any accent of the sort.

"She asleep?" Mr. Lenerd asked, sitting back down.

Harry nodded, not wanting to look away from her.

"I don't blame her. She didn't get home until late last night."

Harry looked curiously at him, but he said no more. Mr. Lenerd stood up and put Tarra outside. He winked at Harry and left up the stairs.

Harry didn't know what to do with her know. He could wake her up, say good night, and leave. Or, he could just sit here with her all night and not wake up until late tomorrow...and get embarrassed by Judis. Or, he could pick her up and carry her to her room...

He decided to go with the latter. He didn't want to wake her and leave her so soon, and he definitely did not want Judis bugging the two of them for the rest of the summer!

He wasn't surprised how light she was. He didn't think she was all too heavy. By just looking at her slim yet fitting form, one could tell she didn't weigh much.

He carried her to the stairs and up. Mary wrapped her arms around his neck, and, at first, he thought he woke her. He stopped and looked down at her, but was relieved she was still asleep.

He decided to continue.

He finally reached her room, and a new problem ensued: How was he to open the door without disrupting her?

"Here," Mr. Lenerd said as he reached past Harry and opened the door for him.

Harry blushed and looked at the older man. He smiled and nodded. "Thank you, sir," he said.

Mr. Lenerd winked and walked off to his room, where he shut the door and turned off the light.

Harry slowly edged into Mary's room, careful not to trip on any of the shopping bags that were still scattered on her floor, and set her on her bed.

He stood up straight, and looked over Mary. She was beautiful, and he couldn't stop smiling as he thought about how relieved he was when she asked him to dinner earlier, and when he kissed her. He smiled, thinking he was actually starting to like this girl. He got butterflies just looking at her sleeping form, and that only happened when he used to have a crush on Cho Chang. But, of course, he saw who the human water fountain truly was, and couldn't take the depression. Where was the love in the girl? It was depression all the way!

But he didn't feel that way with Mary. He actually got a warm feeling, and didn't want to part from her at any circumstances.

But, it was late, and he had to get home.

He turned to leave, but something got a hold of his wrist. He turned around to see Mary smiling up at him. Harry smiled back.

"Good morning," he said.

Mary rolled her eyes. "It is late," she said, sitting up, not letting go of his hand. "Maybe you could..." She looked at her owl, which was sleeping on her perch.

Harry knew what she wanted to ask of him, and he couldn't help smiling. He nodded, although he knew she couldn't see him, she wasn't even looking at him. He sat down on her bed, making her jerk her head towards him.

"You're right, it is late." He smiled. He stood up, ignoring with difficulty the objecting look she was giving him, and walked to the door. He turned and smiled at her. She looked disappointed, and it hurt him. It hurt him to see her face like that, and it hurt him that she didn't know what he was doing. She thought he was leaving.

Mary quickly lifted her head up as she heard the door close. She couldn't see anything, so she thought he left. She sighed and lay back down. Oh well, it was worth a try.

"Mary?" Harry whispered just before he sat back on the bed.

Mary's eyes shot open as she shot up and smiled at him. Harry placed a hand on her cheek and drew her close.

Mary couldn't help smirking. He was finally going to give in to her. Won't Draco be happy of her?

Harry drew her close, but didn't want to get too close. He didn't think she was ready for this, but she edged closer without his help. He didn't want to admit it, but he didn't think he was ready for this either, and he knew Mary could sense this, which she did.

"We don't have to do anything if you don't want to," she whispered, touching her nose to his.

"I'm sorry," he whispered more quietly.

Mary shook her head. Without warning, she placed her lips on his, and closed her eyes. She wasn't going to force him into anything, she just wanted to see if he was a good kisser or not. And, to her surprise, he was!