Hundred-Twenty-Nine: Pieces Missing Part One

Entry For NOJOMO #9

Rest In Peace, Love

I couldn’t find Alana anywhere. Maybe she was with Draco’s body, or the Malfoys. I am worried about her deeply but right now – there is nothing I can do. I can’t believe that Draco is my dead. My future brother in law…gone. Life is so short sometimes. I never realized how precious it can be. Sure – I’ve had my murders myself but that was the old me. Some of them…I couldn’t even control myself. Some of them were out of anger. Even as we speak right now, I have the thoughts in my head. I need to get them out but I can’t. Revenge is not the answer, and I will detain myself. If Alana asks me, however, that may be a different story.

I remember when I met Draco. Alana and he were fighting and she was moved on temporarily.

Taken from entry Twenty-Two: Offered

Thats right,” Malfoy said walking out of DaDa. “My father is letting me come for a few weeks. He is picking me up later tonight.” Draco bragged with his proud and boastful tone.

“And that makes you happy?” I questioned.

“Its none of your business, Delacour.” He retorted then he scanned my beauty. “Although I think there are a few people worthy to speak to me.” His new attitude made me roll my eyes. “You should come over sometime, see the Manor sometime.”

“I am sure I’d love that.” Sarcasm.

“Great, I’ll have it arranged. My father has connections here. You can leave with me and come back with me,” He smirked while leaving.

Good job Tanya, getting yourself into a mess like that. I said to myself.

Taken from entry Twenty-Four: A Softer Side

“Is this my room?” I asked. “I mean temporarily of course. I mean its so big,” I said surprised.

“The best for you Delacour.” Draco replied. I rolled my eyes with his fascination in my veela beauty. “My room is just across the hall. Its luxury, the best for the Malfoy’s.” He bragged. “If you need anything, you know just come in,” He winked.

“Thanks for the offer.” Sarcasm once again. I rather be with Colin, before he turned his love into an deadly infatuation. Yeah those were the good old days.

“Draco come here boy!” A raged man yelled.

“Got to go,” He said, closing the door behind him. I sat on the bed to listen to the rantings of I am so disappointed in you. You’re a disgrace to the Malfoy’s….Don’t back talk me, and what appeared to be the sound of a hand hitting flesh.

The arguing completely stopped an hour ago. Everything was still and quiet. The only thing I could hear was a whimpering. I had to check it out.

I softly knocked on Draco’s door. “Go away,” he said weakly. I didn’t listen to him. “Delacour, this is not the time. Go away!” He said. I still didn’t listen.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.” He turned his head away in shame. “Do you know what its like to constantly be put down? Afraid of? Ashamed? Evil? And worst, you have to keep your attitude poor or your father will think you aren’t living to your name.” He cried silently, trying to keep his image of cold-hearted. “I lost my only two friends last year. They respected me and protected me. They aren’t here anymore. Now go away Tanya,”

My body began to be covered in guilt. For once, I wasn’t the one seducing. It was emotion. “I am so sorry.” I put my arms around him.

Taken from entry Twenty-Five: Addicted to You

My nerves seemed to calm after I had gotten used to my enviroment. The Malfoy Manor wasn’t as evil as I thought, atleast Draco wasn’t. But am I being tricked? Can the cold-hearted man I thought I knew all about being really a broken child?

“If you could bring back one person from the past who would it be?” I asked laughing, sipping my butter-beer.

“Probably the founder of Slytherin, maybe I could learn to be like him. How about you?” Draco questioned laughing with me.

“My Grandmother. Then I could learn how to reverse my veel…” I stopped myself. “Next subject.”

“You know to be a Ravenclaw, you sure have this mysterious sense about you.” He edged closer to me. “To be honest…” he got beside my ear “It really turns me on,” He whispered. My eyes rolled. Its not fair being a veela. You never know who really likes you for you and who is just attracted to your beauty.

“Well Malfoy, your attitude attracts me.” I said. “I like the fact how you’re always pretending to be who you’re not. I am seeing the real you infront of me and I like who I see. I’ve always noticed you. In the corridor, I saw you when you found about Crabbe and Goyle. I saw a sensitive side.” I smiled.

“And I saw beyond that smile you tried to hide. I thought you and Xander had a bloody fling going on. He talked about you in the Common Room time to time, trying to “figure you out.” Thats when it hit me, my secret wasn’t a secret. Xander knew. Did he tell Draco?

“DRACO!” A raged Lucius yelled.

“I’ll be back. Meet me outside in about 5 minutes. I have to show you something.” And with that, he was gone.

Taken from entry Twenty-Six: A Shadowed Delimma

“There you are.” I said, still scared.

“Sorry about that. My father wanted to tell me that you have to go home tomorrow. I have to stay here and prove something to him. When you go back; I’ll deny everything. I’ll act like this,” Draco sneered at me. “The Malfoy’s have no business associating with the Delacour’s. Too poor for our favor,” He said boastful, knowing we were equally matched in the money part. “But I have nothing to show. I just knew if I told you to meet me here to learn I’ll treat you like filth, you wouldn’t of came.”

“Well then I will deny I saw a sensitive side to you. When you were talking about Xander earlier, did he tell you about my

secret?” I asked.

“No,” he said simply. “Lets go back in. Its beginning to rain,”

The sound of the thunder vibrated in my ears. The loud banging kept me awake. I was always frightened of bad weather. I closed my eyes tightly and covered my head up with the stained pillow. That didn’t help any, before you knew it, a streak of lightening shadowed on the wall. I got up and ran across the hall.

Quickly I opened the door to the snob’s room and jumped onto his bed. “I’m scared,” I said childish.

“Tanya, you’re a 4th year. You still can’t be scared of a bloody storm.” Then he changed his voice. “But, you can stay here if you want.” Was my veela power setting in again? “I’ll keep you company.” He placed his arm around me and looked deep into my eyes. “Our last night together,”

Taken from entry Twenty-Seven: Two Can Play That Game

“I always hated storms.” I whispered.

Draco placed his finger on my lips.

“You’ve been talking all night Tan. Give it a rest. Its our last night together.” He reminded. “And before I have to go back to being me, I must do something I wanted to since I got here.” Not giving me a second to resist, he placed his lips upon mine. The rain thudding against the window began to pour harder and harder. I pulled away from the passionate scene.

“Its cold,” I complained. The only excuse I could think of.

“Here,” he pulled me closer to his body, wrapping his arms around me. “Better?” He questioned.

“Are you warm yet?” He asked. Ten minutes had passed.

“Yeah but I like it when you hold me. I feel secure, safe. I don’t have to worry about being a veel….I don’t have to worry about being fake.” I restated.

Draco gazed into my eyes deeply and tucked my hair behind my ears. Smiling, he pressed his lips upon mine once again. The temptation was becoming too unbearable. I can do a little seducing of my own. I giggled in my mind. Placing my hand against his back, I began to passionately kiss him back. That night would be one which I never would forget.

My head resting on his chest, I awoke in a confusion. Regretting every second that happened last night, I turned over on my side. What have I done?

Taken from entry Twenty-Eight: Sweet Imitation

The next morning was a complete awkward of silence. Today would be the day that I arrived at Hogwarts, awaiting upon a fresh new year. The train ride was just as quite as we left the Malfoy Manor. Not three words were spoken and the silence was tearing me up inside. I just had to break it.

“Are you going to say something about last night?” I sighed.

“Yeah….you were attracted to me and a guy would be out of his mind to resist you.” Draco sneered slyly.

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Three Days Later

I had officially began my 4th year. I left the previous year a much stronger person. I encountered so much that now I am daring, independent, and no longer afraid. I now feel a sense of belonging. I’ve made a new friend (Jacob), someone knows my secret (Xander), and infatuations cringed onto me (Colin & Draco). The endurance to all emotional problems, with hardly any external. Where’s the excitement?

“Yeah that’s exactly what happened,” A voice from behind me echoed. Malfoy and Flint were discussing a topic that for some reason, caught my interest. “She came onto me. But who doesn’t want a bloody piece of me?” Draco questioned confidently. Flint let out a laugh and nodded. “What a whore,”

Hoping they weren’t sharing a conversation over me, I went to glance at my schedule. I have the follow classes:

Astronomy, Charms, DaDA, Herbology, History of Magic, Potions, Transfiguration. This didn’t bother me any, I find most of them interesting.

“Hello Tanya. It iz great to zee you again.” I know that accent. Fleur. “But there iz horrible rumors of you going around. We must dispose of zis Draco. He iz ruining our reputation. A veela must not take zat.”

“No Fleur. Things happen. No use in killing him over it but revenge, I shall proceed.” I nodded.

“Oh okayz. I shall zee you in ze Ravenclaw Common Room,”

“Tanya?”

I turned around. Standing before me with a camera around his neck, Colin. “I missed you so much.” He hugged me.

Even though I looked like I saw a ghost, I too was happy to see him.

“I missed you too Colin. I apologize about what happened. I mean…”

“Don’t. I needed time to get my thoughts together anyhow.” He then reached for my hand. “I see we have some classes together,” he said comparing the schedule.

“Yeah.”

A light cough trailed behind me. “Whore,” someone called like they were coughing between the letters. I turned around to see Miles Bletchley laughing with his Slythering Quidditch friends. I put my hand down in shame.

“Care to fill me in?” Colin asked sweetly.

“I will later. I have to go think about things, but hey, I am so glad you’re back.” I must get my revenge. Maybe this one does call for a murder…..

Taken from entry Twenty-Nine: On Bended Knee

I was naive, your love was like candy.
Artificially sweet, I was decieved by the wrapping.
Got caught in your web
And I learned how to bleed.
I was prey in your bed,
and devoured completly.

“This must be stopped,” Fleur exclamined walking me to my History of Hogwarts class. “There iz no way I will put our Delacour name on the line for something that happened one time.”

“I will stop it, just give me time.”

“What are you going to do?” She questioned. “He embarrassed you, you must do something. This iz uncalled for!”

“I know Fleur, I know. Tonight, after all the classes are complete and the dinner is over, I will resolve this. Just give me time.” I begged.

“Alright, but tonight, if you don’t do something, I will.”

I nodded.

The Houses were in their dorms. Hogwarts was ready to be at peace for the night. I however laid in my bed in a fragile state of mind. Should I remorseful after what he did? Am I the one to blame? Did I let my own temptation punish me? No my conscience replied back, but my heart was winning the battle. My heart was telling me this is what I deserved. My mind on the other hand, wants revenge. Let him see what its like to be made fun of, to be called something you’re not, to lose your innocence.

The clock stroke midnight. It was time. I threw the covers off of me and opened the window to my dorm. Quietly exiting, I jumped out, letting my Veela wings expand. I flew over to the Slytherin Window and before tapping on the glass, transformed into my human form. “Draco, its me.” I smiled as he opened the window.

“Come back for seconds?” He smirked.

“Yeah…but you have to come with me. Our chances of getting caught are more probable here. Come with me, to the lake.” I said grabbing my hand. “You have to climb down the tower.”

“Okay…” He said confused.

“I’ll meet you there.” With that, I made sure he had full concentration of getting down while I re-transformed into my Veela stature. I flew to the lake with full speed. I had to make everything look perfect, and make sure Xander wasn’t there to “think” about things.

Oh and it hurts my soul cause I can’t let go.

All these walls are caving in

I Can’t stop my suffering

I hate to show that I lost control

Cause I….keep going back to the one thing

That I need to walk away from.

“You finally made it,” I said sitting on the damp ground.

“Ya know I wouldn’t miss this, Delacour.” He said s

itting beside of me. I smiled deviously as he edged closer to me. Slowly our lips met. Just before we were indugled in a kiss, I got out my wand and held it to his throat.

“You aren’t quite the fellow, eh? First you make me believe you have a sensitive side but thats just to attract me isn’t it? Then you came onto me when I was scared. Thats what you wanted this whole time wasn’t it? Invite me to your Manor to have something to brag about. Let me tell you something Malfoy, I dont take this.” I laughed. I had the power now.

“Oh please Delacour. You wanted this as much as I did.” He said, quivering with fear but his pride wouldn’t let him show it.

“Say one more word and I will kill you, I swear it!” The veela form inside of me raged to be released. “You don’t know me Malfoy.”

I should of known I was used for amuzment

Couldn’t see through the smoke, it was all an illusion

Now I’ve been licking my wounds but the vemon seeps deeper

We both can seduce -but- darling you hold me prisoner.

“Wait, Tanya, don’t do this. What do you want from me?!” He begged for mercy.

“Respet and an public apology.” I commanded, pushing my wand deeper in his skin. “Until I get the both of them, you better watch it.” I spit on his face. “See ya around. After all, I am the whore right?” With that said, I turned my back to him. I could hear him running torward me….

Taken from entry Thirty: Standard Gossip

The gasping for breathe rung in my ears. The beating of heart over-whealmed me. After miles of running in the damp woods, I suddenly stopped. All the fear released me. My curiosty thirsted to know.

“Why are you chasing me?” I asked inhaling vividly.

“I can’t give you that apology. I don’t apologize for anything.”

“Its your choice Malfoy. Go and run to your father how I threatened to kill you. Thats all you ever do is run, and brag, and ruin lives. Well guess what? I ruined yours too. You may not know it but I did.” I smirked. “I am more powerful than you think. If I were you, I’d stay far away from the Delacour’s. You may be rich but we have a secret far beyond your comprehension.” I then turned my back and flew into my Ravenclaw Dorm.

Walking down the corridor surronded by many people, I gracefully strolled on my own merry way. That is until, I was interrupted.

“Hey.” A familiar voice said blunty. Jake.

“Hey. Good Summer?” I asked friendly in return. He frowned and shook his head in disagreement. “Oh.” I said simply, as I saw Colin walk past me.

“I have to talk to you.” To my surprise, he pulled me into the broom closet. “On the train…you’ve heard, haven’t you?” He questioned.

“I don’t think so.” I laughed

“There was a Death Eater. He…She….It….attacked someone.” Jacob replied.

“What?! Why would a Death Eater be here?” I asked getting upset. “I’m not sure. I’m sure it has to do with Voldemort though.” He said uickly, then turned away. “I didn’t hear from you over the summer.”

“Nor did I you.” I restated.

“I was…away.” He inquired going into deep though.

“Me too.”

“Oh.” “Yeah…How’s Talie?”

“Ugh.” Jacob groaned.

“Bad?”

“More like…relationship troubles. But nothing I can’t handle, I guess.” He smiled

. Anyways…The Death Eater business. What happened?” I interregated

“Neville Longbottom was attacked. It was an unforgivable, I know that for a fact. And I know it was the Killing Curse. But on the other hand…some things are worse than death. But yeah, he was sent to St. Mungo’s. Great place for him…especially with all of the help they provide.” Jacob said sardonically.

“I know. I wish I could pin Draco’s father.” I replied, then instantly she made a movement as if she had said too much.

Jacob caught the look, but he wasn’t in a manipulative feeling. “Anyways. The Death Eater attacked and left. And that was it. But…where did he or she come from?” Jacob asked me.

“You don’t think that some of the students have became…Death Eaters, do you?” I implied.

“I don’t know.”

“I hope not.” I said flipping my hair.

An uneasy silence then emerged.

“I think this year is going to be hard.” Jacob muttered. “It’s a feeling inside,” he explained.

“Oh.” I said, “I hope not.”

“Well…for now that’s all we can hope.” He said, keeping his predictions to himself.

“What are you talking about?”

“Not safe here. I’ll write you and tell you.” Jacob whispered

“Okay?” I replied with sarcasm.

If there is one thing I am against, it is death eaters. They must be stopped. They have to be. What good are they to the world?