Not Meant for Me

Pandora's Pov:

I sit there writing 'I mustn’t cry for attention' over and over again, and faster and faster. I like the twitchy feeling of the words being carved into my hand. As I write faster and faster, line after line more blood seeps through the little letters. "Ok Miss Lestrange I think we are done here." Umbridge says as she walks over to me, blood trickling down my white hand onto the desk and parchment.

"What? I don't think I learned my lesson!" I protest, putting the quill down.

"Oh I think you have." She seems slightly uncomfortable, I enjoy it. I enjoy my detention, she hadn't expected that. She hadn't expected that I would like getting my hand cut into. I sigh, and then picked up my bag, and get up from my seat. Wonder where in the hell she got that quill from? I thought to myself as I seen her pick it up as I walked out of the door.

The corridors were semi-empty. Some students are still walking about doing some last minute studying before curfew. I walked down into the dungeons, heading to the common room. I muttered the password and walked through the portrait hole. I scan the room seeing mostly third and above years crowded in. I wasn't going to bother myself sitting down in the corner or by the fire. So I walked past several students to make my way up to my dorm. I felt a hand on my arm.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you." Montague whispered.

"Why?"

"Because..." He mutters. I look at him.

"There's got to be a reason."

"There's gotta' be a reason to where you were also." He retorts, how dare he.

"Excuse me? I think I've heard enough from you Montague." I snarl displeased at the way he was talking to me.

"You didn't hear?"

"Hear what?" I grumble, turning back around.

"What Weasley did to me-"

"Weasley did something to you?" I snort, raising an eyebrow.

"Well get him-"

"Natalie."

"Get her back yourself, it's not like I'm your girlfriend."

"Help me." He practically pleads.

"Why? What did she do that was so bad?" It seemed so hard for him to utter the following sentence.

"She...we were making out nicely when she used the Petrifying Charm on me while I had my pants down..."

"You-her-what the hell is with guys and her?!" I ask in an outrageous whisper. "Get her back yourself you disgusting pig." I spit, turning to walk to the stairs once more.

"Well if you were around-"

"Don't blame this on me." I snarl, turning around again.

"What? I have needs-"

"Like I said I'm not your fucking girlfriend-"

"What, we fuck only when you want it?"

"Yes. You don't like it, find someone better. Someone willing." I snort, he looked taken aback. I then walk up to my dorm without another word to Montague.

Natalie's Pov:

I sat in my four poster, knee's curled up into my chest. Slightly rocking myself, I had the curtains tightly closed around me. No one needed to see me like this. Am I going to tell anyone...Tell Blaise?...He could murder Montague...Wouldn't be a bad idea...Pervert deserves it...And more...I don't know what to do... I take in a deep breath, feeling tears are about to bust out from my eyes. I lay back onto the pillows, pulling the covers over me hastily. Wanting to push today’s events far, far from my mind.

I awoke from a horrific nightmare, it happened again. I shot up, my cheeks dampened with the tears I cried in my sleep. I rubbed them away; I couldn't hear anyone in the room. Thank the heavens today was Saturday. I know I slept in late, no plans on going down to Great Hall to eat. No appetite. I shakily pulled away the curtains, just as I suspected the room was empty, a sigh of relief escapes my lips. I got out of bed and walked over to the window, looking out onto the snow sprinkled grounds. It looked so pretty, peaceful, normal. Safe. I can't let this control me, what am I going to do live in fear forever? No, just act like nothing happened...and how hard will that be? I felt the urge to cry again, but I fought it back, looking over to the clock, 11:15 am. "Best get dressed..." I mumbled sadly, I pulled on anything and within ten minutes was ready to face the common room. Well not ready-ready but ready as in dressed...

The common room wasn't as nearly crowded as I thought it to be, guess people are enjoying the break outside. I sat over in the corner, curled up in a single chair. Today will be my day of getting over this...well trying...

"Natalie, there you are." My head shot up to the sound of his voice. "Missed you, how are you? I'm great after the little stunt you pulled on me." Montague lowered his voice at the last words as he bent down over me.

"Get away from me!" I spat, feeling many different emotions: Scared, angry and sick to my stomach.

"Why would you want that love?" He leaned in closer, I jerked my head backwards, pressing into the chairs high back. His hand fell on my cheek; I tried to hold back shaking but sort of failed.

"Montague! What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?" Blaise came storming through the common room, furious. How glad I am that he is.

"What? Nothing, nothing." Montague took his hand away and stood up, facing Blaise.

"Doesn't look like nothing." Blaise snarled, his wand already withdrawn.

"Ok, ok just your girlfriend here, how can I put it? Can’t resist me?"

"Eat slugs!" Blaise nearly shouted, a second later Montague was on his knees making odd noises and vomiting slugs... "You ok?" Blaise sat on the chair's arm, looking down at me. Was that worry in his eyes? I think so. I nodded, I felt his arm wrap around my shoulder as he leaned down, his head resting on my shoulder. I couldn’t suppress the smile, his touch warmed me nicely.

"Are you feeling ok Nat? You look a little-"

"I'm fine." I replied to him after sitting in silence for a few minutes. Blaise sat back up and looked me over, the worry kind of looking. It wasn't a pretty thing to see in his eyes, but then it was. Meant he cared for me, which means a lot to me. Montague’s vomiting could still be heard, a few students were trying to help him up now, get him to the hospital wing. "Think I'm going to lie down." I said to Blaise, getting up out of the chair. He stood too, right in front of me; I looked into his beautiful brown eyes deeply.

"Alright, you sure you’re ok?"

"I'm fine." I replied not taking my eyes from his. After a few minutes I looked down for a second, then back up. Nodding slightly and walking past him, when I realized something. "Blaise," I turned back around, he turned and faced me.

"Yeah?"

"I love you." It just came out...I placed my lips on his lightly, and then walked off to my dorm without hearing a word from him.

Blaise’s Pov:

I sat for a few minutes with my head resting on her shoulder. Cursing Montague felt more than good, fucking bastard. He better keep his hands off her or he won't only be vomiting slugs.

"Are you feeling ok Nat? You look a little-"

"I'm fine." She replied, I think she's lying...she seems really shaken.

"Think I’m going to lie down." Her voice pulled me from my thoughts, she got out of the chair, I did the same. I looked down into her memorizing eyes, often think they've casted a spell on me.

"Alright, you sure you’re ok?"

"I'm fine." She replied, not breaking the connection of our eyes. After a few minutes she looked down then back up, nodding slightly and walking past me. "Blaise," She called, I spun around fast,

"Yeah?"

"I love you." She said, placing her lips upon mine. Before I could tell her anything she walked away, up to her dorm. I love you too Natalie Weasley.