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Voldemort. He was talking about Lord Voldemort. And the eyes – a sign of crossing all natural boundaries to magic, a forbidden mark that was shared among dark, truly evil wizards. A mark indeed that showed the world what you really were. Or what you have become. That was to serve as a warning. And it could mean the end for her. It could also mean that they weren’t that different after all.
"It’s a curse", Astoria snapped.
"It’s dark magic", Draco corrected her as he removed the hair from her face to look at her, finally loosening his grip, but still refusing to let go. "Like the mark on my hand."
One of her eyes was red, the other brown like he remembered. He didn’t know what it meant for her, only that it was a common trait in her family. So it surprised him she would go to such extreme lengths to hide it. Not just from him but from everyone else. It was a liability he could use. Those were his orders.
"They will kill me", she whimpered and her mask broke. Astoria was a liar, he knew, not a great one, but this time she was sincere. Horribly honest with him and deeply afraid.
Draco shivered and tried to shake off his thought. He was losing himself in her eyes, in her familiar face, that seemed so beautiful to him. How could she be something to fear when she was so alluring with her beauty?
Was Astoria Elroy really something he could give away to the Dark Lord? She was just a girl, a pretty girl. He shook his head. His lips crashed into hers.
"I won’t tell", he whispered between breaths as he continued exploring her body. She was tense and refused to relax, still worried. There was pleasure in that too, he knew.
"You don’t understand – ", Astoria breathed heavily through her teeth, holding other, more pleasant sounds, back.
"I don’t care", Draco Malfoy hissed, "I don’t want to understand".
And he kissed her while gripping her throat, stealing air, no – life away from her. Astoria heard something in the distance, like a click and then a quick roll down, like a – like a zipper.
"I am sick of your lies", Draco hissed at her as he grabbed her hips and lifted her above himself right at the perfect height for them to meet.
"Draco –", she started to say with her fingers in his hair but he cut her off. His hand was now on her mouth. He was rough and it was good.
"You are cruel, Astoria", he said between breaths as she felt him penetrate her inside, much deeper with her legs so high, much bigger than she’d ever imagine it could feel to the point she gasped in pain but the pain didn’t go away and only grew inside her stomach as he pushed and thrusted harder with more inches inside, "and you deserve someone to be cruel to you".
Her eyes rolled back. Every movement felt better than the last. Maybe it was because she forgot intimacy for so long. Maybe it was because he was all she ever knew. Her mind was slipping.
"I told you once I’m going to break you – ", he groaned as her muscles inside tightened around his length, because at this point he had figured out with ease she liked it when he talked to her like that, " – going to take everything from you, hurt you, make you into nothing – ", Draco traced her neck with his tongue that earned him a scream from her as he felt her drip around him, "nothing but this cunt to use – "
"Stop it!", Astoria screamed from the pain and from the pleasure, "You’re vile".
That earned her a hard thrust that made her say his name with fear she was going to break under this. It was a different way to torture her, that was true, a better way to humiliate her in front of herself. She had to wonder, was this Malfoy’s master plan all along?
"- break you like I broke Pansy –", Draco continued as if he didn’t even hear her, pushing her legs even higher, leaning to her, inside of her, knowing she just couldn’t take it from this angle and he couldn’t help himself but smirk with satisfaction feeling her hands tight around his shoulders as she screamed in his ear, "because no one will fuck you like me."
"Please – ",Astoria cried out in his ear, gripping his hair, trying to survive this as all she had was him to lean to, to hold onto. Draco Malfoy was both the escape and the punishment, "I’m begging you – "
"Fuck, Astoria – ", he groaned suddenly, "yes, make it go away".
Another thrust and her mind slipped. It was such a new pleasure she’d never felt before as the climax took over, only it didn’t stop, held her until her eyes rolled back.
"I’m going to devour you", she suddenly whispered in his ear with a voice he’d never heard. Her grip around him was tightening.
A door opened and she stepped in. Her mind was going to explode with pleasure.
Can you do it faster-
Draco heard her speak somewhere inside him. He gasped with surprise, looked at her only to find her eyes were blank. They were like that when she was in a coma. Horror came in but her voice distracted him again.
I said don’t stop-
He moved and watched in astonishment as her body reacted in pleasure. In fact, Astoria moved as if she was conscious, twisting fingers in his hair and making him shiver. Yet something changed. He felt his mind was going dizzy as pleasure took over him in a new way.
A door opened Infront of him. He walked in and she greeted him. It was dark, they were nowhere as he found himself in her arms again, inside of her.
Her moans echoed around him.
Don’t be afraid-
It didn’t matter. The fear, the confusion and disorientation he felt. Lust held him in a way that couldn’t be ignored or chased away as his whole body felt sensitive next to hers. Draco couldn’t stop himself even if reason wanted him to. Hunger took over as he moved inside her, faster, like she wanted it. He saw her stretch underneath him in pleasure. Screams echoed and Draco felt his sense slipping away. His body was vibrating.
Give it to me, please -
The orgasm was like nothing he ever felt before. It was in his mind not just his body. When he felt reality again, he couldn’t stop his breathing. Gasping for air almost hurt. His body still trembling from pleasure. Draco forced himself to look at her, Astoria was still moaning as well.
Draco pulled back and got back on his feet as fast as possible. Astoria was still on the floor, her face red like it she just ran a mile. The physical side effects seemed to get to her as well.
"What did you do to me?", he asked suddenly as sense returned to him.
"I –, it felt right, you were already open – wanting it".
Nothing in that sentence made sense to him. But his body understood, because he still felt her as if he had unlearned everything else and this was all there was for him now. The release he just experienced was incomparable. And the best part was that he felt his muscles relax for the first time in forever. No knots due to the torture, no leftover pain. He was knew. And he had to have more of this, whatever that was.
"I’ve never felt like that before", Draco confessed more to himself than to her.
"I’m sorry", Astoria said quietly, her heart still pounding in her chest as she pushed it down with her hand, "I won’t do it again – ".
"I would like you to do it", he quickly said no matter that he wasn’t sure what just happened.
"No", Astoria stood up, reaching for his face as their eyes met, with worry in her eyes. "it’s dangerous".
"Why?", he found himself insisting like an addict would.
"It’s not meant to be used like that."
Was this another lie, Astoria wondered. Maybe to herself. All she had ever known within was violence. A never-ending cycle. The technique was developed to break a person’s mind. And the effect of it, the horrible cases newspapers reported from the past – too high risk. And pleasure was out of the question because lust was an unstable emotion, not something any side could control. Surely, not her and Draco Malfoy. That was obvious by now.
The worst could’ve happened, she thought bitterly, realizing how risky that was. How good it felt. No –
"Tori," Draco said suddenly, and it almost knocked her down as he never called her like that, "I’d do anything to feel that again."
"You don’t understand – "
"I don’t care", he snapped, and he suddenly stepped back, gathering himself. This was the most tempting thing someone did to him.
It had to be also the most forceful and dangerous thing he’d felt because he was a natural at occlumency. There was no way Astoria would know that, but Draco knew how many months he spent under pain and torture to try and perfect it. Natural talent was nothing compared to a well mastered technique. And in The Dark Lord ranks there was nothing less then the best, like his aunt would say. That’s why it was crucial he was perfect in it and Bellatrix swore he was, Snape also confirmed it. All that pain, all that hard work and Astoria Elroy just broke in his mind.
It has to be because of the sex, he told himself as he looked at her in horror. The girl was blushing and looking around. That’s when his eyes traced the floor and the realization quickly followed.
"Our clothes are gone".
"Flinch, the old bastard must’ve taken them".
Astoria stared at him. That just wasn’t real to her, but there was no time to panic about it and she tried to look around, on the floor, gather anything she could find. They were always messy.
Her eyepatch was in her hand and she almost regretted finding it. It took away her beauty, just like Umbridge had said. Draco managed to find a shirt but his belt was gone. Both of their ties and Slytherin robes – gone. All she had on her was a skirt and socks, but no shirt. Thank Merlin the bra is here, Astoria rolled her eyes as it clicked and closed around her chest.
Draco had his shirt and he sighed with relief once he put it on.
"Can I take it?", Astoria asked hesitantly.
"I can’t walk like this", he said coldly as he showed her the mark on his hand and then quickly pulled down the sleeves.
It was repulsing to look at it and Astoria shivered, turning away. She forgot it was there. A Death Eater, she reminded herself. There was no alcohol in her system but the sight of it quickly sobered her up.
"You can’t tell anyone about my eyes", she commanded.
"You order me now?", Draco laughed at her.
"I am aware you obey another master".
Silence took over. He looked ashamed, like he just remembered as well.
"Let’s make a deal."
"I won’t tell about the mark either", Astoria quickly interrupted him. He found that irritating.
They walked out of the bathroom in silence. A cold distance replaced the want between them as the lustful feeling wore off. Both hid in their secrets and they walked further away from one another even though they were walking in the same direction.
A laughter from behind startled them as a light appeared. They were caught. It will be humiliating, Astoria thought. Draco looked frozen with fear. It wasn’t a big deal, she thought and then she realized.
"What will happen if they find out you’ve been discovered?", she snapped as the light came closer. A shadow was heading their way.
"They will kill my mother", he said quietly. That was enough. Plain and simple.
Draco ran as she faced Flinch. The blinding light of the lantern in his hand left her dizzy.
"Well, well, what we have here", a laugh echoed around her. "Dumbledore’s girl".
A cold breeze reminded her she was half-naked. Flinch grabbed her by the arm and dragged her through the corridors. He spat at her curses and called her bad names. She didn’t care. It was nothing. The humiliation stinged but it was like sobering up. Remembering a promise not to do it anymore and then collapsing back into habit.
When they walked in the room it first startled her, only to realize this was Umbridge’s office. A room in the castle she completely invaded and re-decorated like everything else. All pink and full of kittens. Flinch kept her there for at least half an hour until the old toad came in. The sickening scent of perfume introduced her before any words came out of her mouth.
A horribly vile noise filled the room. Not laughter but a sweet humming echoed around as the old woman came closer to her.
I am purged of fear, Astoria reminded herself as flames arose in her mind. Fear only made her sharp. It was a tool to remind her violence was her ally and not an enemy.
"I see we have a naughty girl running in the night", Umbridge finally said as she leaned to grab Astoria’s face. Her fingers were fat and bloated.
"Who was with you?"
Astoria hissed back at her. A hard slap followed as a reply. She had worse. But a slap across the face was humiliating because it always came like a shock to the body. You just couldn’t control the reaction as the eyes watered in tears and pain left a red trace. Umbridge also wore rings. They scratched her cheek.
"You need to learn better ethics. What you did was very inappropriate and strictly forbidden. Your actions are an offence to the school’s prestige".
The possibility of spiting in her face occurred to Astoria. What held her back was the knowledge that it will only cause more trouble for Dumbledore who was already at the Ministry’s mercy. It was bad enough that Umbridge had the opportunity to take it out on her now. There was no other option than to endure it.
"I realize that", Astoria said quietly.
"I think you lie", Umbridge said with a sweet tone and a smile on her face.
"I am ready to face my punishment as I regret my actions", the words came out drily as a well-rehearsed phrase.
"I am happy to hear".
Umbridge pulled a list of paper and a pen from her desk. Astoria blinked in disbelief. Her body hesitated yet she pushed through and grabbed the paper. Something was wrong.
"Now, write down "Whore", Umbridge said with a sweet tone yet looked at her with judgement.
Astoria swallowed her pride and took the pen. She started writing. Instantly a burning sensation appeared on her other hand. She flinched from the pain surprised and saw the word engraved in her wrist.
"I want you to write it down a hundred times, until the shame of your actions truly sinks in."
Without protest, Astoria continued writing. The pen was obviously cursed and writing with it was a pain that burned slow, yet deep. Her hand started trembling when she got to the middle of it. There was so much blood dripping from her wrist the word got lost on in it.
"I will let you stop here if you tell me who was with you. He will do the rest of your writing", Umbridge said softly. She was chewing something sweet.
Astoria took a sharp breath and pushed the pen in the paper; in her skin and continued writing. The pain got deeper and her voice started to betray her as she whimpered. Fifty more to go.
"It must be true love", Umbridge said sarcastically. "Do you think some stupid boy would do the same for you? He used you and he left you."
Whore, Astoria tried not to think about it. Biting her tongue helped, but Umbridge was determined on interrogating her.
"Does he truly find you beautiful now that you are ruined, or he just wants to use your body before it’s ruined too?".
Flinch let an ugly laugh at this one. It stung. The comment also stayed in her mind. Being used, a never disappearing suspicion. Nicola Elroy told her he’d purge fear out of her, and he did, but in it’s place he put new doubts and suspicions, isolating her. Astoria was sure now she was an Elroy, furthermore she knew she was Nicola’s hair and that meant everyone else was a potential enemy. Why was she then suffering here alone, protecting someone else than herself?
When Astoria finally finished, Umbridge forced her to do twenty more, because she was not convinced it was enough to learn the moral lesson of not fucking around apparently. Her hand trembled after that. Her nerves were messed up. It worried Astoria that this will be a problem for her when she dueled.
"Can I have my clothes back?".
"Yes, tomorrow after class you can come and take them", Umbridge said to her coldly.
That was a different form of humiliation. A social punishment so everyone would know she Is a "whore". The pain felt deserved.
Everyone else were dressed in appropriate uniform. Draco came in missing his tie and robe. Astoria was also missing hers, though at least she did have another shirt to wear. They had class with Snape. Students stared. It was obvious they were shagging again, and they made the mistake to be careless about it.

Voldemort. He was talking about Lord Voldemort. And the eyes – a sign of crossing all natural boundaries to magic, a forbidden mark that was shared among dark, truly evil wizards. A mark indeed that showed the world what you really were. Or what you have become. That was to serve as a warning. And it could mean the end for her. It could also mean that they weren’t that different after all.

"It’s a curse", Astoria snapped.

"It’s dark magic", Draco corrected her as he removed the hair from her face to look at her, finally loosening his grip, but still refusing to let go. "Like the mark on my hand."

One of her eyes was red, the other brown like he remembered. He didn’t know what it meant for her, only that it was a common trait in her family. So it surprised him she would go to such extreme lengths to hide it. Not just from him but from everyone else. It was a liability he could use. Those were his orders.

"They will kill me", she whimpered and her mask broke. Astoria was a liar, he knew, not a great one, but this time she was sincere. Horribly honest with him and deeply afraid.

Draco shivered and tried to shake off his thought. He was losing himself in her eyes, in her familiar face, that seemed so beautiful to him. How could she be something to fear when she was so alluring with her beauty?

Was Astoria Elroy really something he could give away to the Dark Lord? She was just a girl, a pretty girl. He shook his head. His lips crashed into hers.

"I won’t tell", he whispered between breaths as he continued exploring her body. She was tense and refused to relax, still worried. There was pleasure in that too, he knew.

"You don’t understand – ", Astoria breathed heavily through her teeth, holding other, more pleasant sounds, back.

"I don’t care", Draco Malfoy hissed, "I don’t want to understand".

And he kissed her while gripping her throat, stealing air, no – life away from her. Astoria heard something in the distance, like a click and then a quick roll down, like a – like a zipper.

"I am sick of your lies", Draco hissed at her as he grabbed her hips and lifted her above himself right at the perfect height for them to meet.

"Draco –", she started to say with her fingers in his hair but he cut her off. His hand was now on her mouth. He was rough and it was good.

"You are cruel, Astoria", he said between breaths as she felt him penetrate her inside, much deeper with her legs so high, much bigger than she’d ever imagine it could feel to the point she gasped in pain but the pain didn’t go away and only grew inside her stomach as he pushed and thrusted harder with more inches inside, "and you deserve someone to be cruel to you".

Her eyes rolled back. Every movement felt better than the last. Maybe it was because she forgot intimacy for so long. Maybe it was because he was all she ever knew. Her mind was slipping.

"I told you once I’m going to break you – ", he groaned as her muscles inside tightened around his length, because at this point he had figured out with ease she liked it when he talked to her like that, " – going to take everything from you, hurt you, make you into nothing – ", Draco traced her neck with his tongue that earned him a scream from her as he felt her drip around him, "nothing but this cunt to use – "

"Stop it!", Astoria screamed from the pain and from the pleasure, "You’re vile".

That earned her a hard thrust that made her say his name with fear she was going to break under this. It was a different way to torture her, that was true, a better way to humiliate her in front of herself. She had to wonder, was this Malfoy’s master plan all along?

"- break you like I broke Pansy –", Draco continued as if he didn’t even hear her, pushing her legs even higher, leaning to her, inside of her, knowing she just couldn’t take it from this angle and he couldn’t help himself but smirk with satisfaction feeling her hands tight around his shoulders as she screamed in his ear, "because no one will fuck you like me."

"Please – ",Astoria cried out in his ear, gripping his hair, trying to survive this as all she had was him to lean to, to hold onto. Draco Malfoy was both the escape and the punishment, "I’m begging you – "

"Fuck, Astoria – ", he groaned suddenly, "yes, make it go away".

Another thrust and her mind slipped. It was such a new pleasure she’d never felt before as the climax took over, only it didn’t stop, held her until her eyes rolled back.

"I’m going to devour you", she suddenly whispered in his ear with a voice he’d never heard. Her grip around him was tightening.

A door opened and she stepped in. Her mind was going to explode with pleasure.

Can you do it faster-

Draco heard her speak somewhere inside him. He gasped with surprise, looked at her only to find her eyes were blank. They were like that when she was in a coma. Horror came in but her voice distracted him again.

I said don’t stop-

He moved and watched in astonishment as her body reacted in pleasure. In fact, Astoria moved as if she was conscious, twisting fingers in his hair and making him shiver. Yet something changed. He felt his mind was going dizzy as pleasure took over him in a new way.

A door opened Infront of him. He walked in and she greeted him. It was dark, they were nowhere as he found himself in her arms again, inside of her.

Her moans echoed around him.

Don’t be afraid-

It didn’t matter. The fear, the confusion and disorientation he felt. Lust held him in a way that couldn’t be ignored or chased away as his whole body felt sensitive next to hers. Draco couldn’t stop himself even if reason wanted him to. Hunger took over as he moved inside her, faster, like she wanted it. He saw her stretch underneath him in pleasure. Screams echoed and Draco felt his sense slipping away. His body was vibrating.

Give it to me, please -

The orgasm was like nothing he ever felt before. It was in his mind not just his body. When he felt reality again, he couldn’t stop his breathing. Gasping for air almost hurt. His body still trembling from pleasure. Draco forced himself to look at her, Astoria was still moaning as well.

Draco pulled back and got back on his feet as fast as possible. Astoria was still on the floor, her face red like it she just ran a mile. The physical side effects seemed to get to her as well.

"What did you do to me?", he asked suddenly as sense returned to him.

"I –, it felt right, you were already open – wanting it".

Nothing in that sentence made sense to him. But his body understood, because he still felt her as if he had unlearned everything else and this was all there was for him now. The release he just experienced was incomparable. And the best part was that he felt his muscles relax for the first time in forever. No knots due to the torture, no leftover pain. He was knew. And he had to have more of this, whatever that was.

"I’ve never felt like that before", Draco confessed more to himself than to her.

"I’m sorry", Astoria said quietly, her heart still pounding in her chest as she pushed it down with her hand, "I won’t do it again – ".

"I would like you to do it", he quickly said no matter that he wasn’t sure what just happened.

"No", Astoria stood up, reaching for his face as their eyes met, with worry in her eyes. "it’s dangerous".

"Why?", he found himself insisting like an addict would.

"It’s not meant to be used like that."

Was this another lie, Astoria wondered. Maybe to herself. All she had ever known within was violence. A never-ending cycle. The technique was developed to break a person’s mind. And the effect of it, the horrible cases newspapers reported from the past – too high risk. And pleasure was out of the question because lust was an unstable emotion, not something any side could control. Surely, not her and Draco Malfoy. That was obvious by now.

The worst could’ve happened, she thought bitterly, realizing how risky that was. How good it felt. No –

"Tori," Draco said suddenly, and it almost knocked her down as he never called her like that, "I’d do anything to feel that again."

"You don’t understand – "

"I don’t care", he snapped, and he suddenly stepped back, gathering himself. This was the most tempting thing someone did to him.

It had to be also the most forceful and dangerous thing he’d felt because he was a natural at occlumency. There was no way Astoria would know that, but Draco knew how many months he spent under pain and torture to try and perfect it. Natural talent was nothing compared to a well mastered technique. And in The Dark Lord ranks there was nothing less then the best, like his aunt would say. That’s why it was crucial he was perfect in it and Bellatrix swore he was, Snape also confirmed it. All that pain, all that hard work and Astoria Elroy just broke in his mind.

It has to be because of the sex, he told himself as he looked at her in horror. The girl was blushing and looking around. That’s when his eyes traced the floor and the realization quickly followed.

"Our clothes are gone".

"Flinch, the old bastard must’ve taken them".

Astoria stared at him. That just wasn’t real to her, but there was no time to panic about it and she tried to look around, on the floor, gather anything she could find. They were always messy.

Her eyepatch was in her hand and she almost regretted finding it. It took away her beauty, just like Umbridge had said. Draco managed to find a shirt but his belt was gone. Both of their ties and Slytherin robes – gone. All she had on her was a skirt and socks, but no shirt. Thank Merlin the bra is here, Astoria rolled her eyes as it clicked and closed around her chest.

Draco had his shirt and he sighed with relief once he put it on.

"Can I take it?", Astoria asked hesitantly.

"I can’t walk like this", he said coldly as he showed her the mark on his hand and then quickly pulled down the sleeves.

It was repulsing to look at it and Astoria shivered, turning away. She forgot it was there. A Death Eater, she reminded herself. There was no alcohol in her system but the sight of it quickly sobered her up.

"You can’t tell anyone about my eyes", she commanded.

"You order me now?", Draco laughed at her.

"I am aware you obey another master".

Silence took over. He looked ashamed, like he just remembered as well.

"Let’s make a deal."

"I won’t tell about the mark either", Astoria quickly interrupted him. He found that irritating.

They walked out of the bathroom in silence. A cold distance replaced the want between them as the lustful feeling wore off. Both hid in their secrets and they walked further away from one another even though they were walking in the same direction.

A laughter from behind startled them as a light appeared. They were caught. It will be humiliating, Astoria thought. Draco looked frozen with fear. It wasn’t a big deal, she thought and then she realized.

"What will happen if they find out you’ve been discovered?", she snapped as the light came closer. A shadow was heading their way.

"They will kill my mother", he said quietly. That was enough. Plain and simple.

Draco ran as she faced Flinch. The blinding light of the lantern in his hand left her dizzy.

"Well, well, what we have here", a laugh echoed around her. "Dumbledore’s girl".

A cold breeze reminded her she was half-naked. Flinch grabbed her by the arm and dragged her through the corridors. He spat at her curses and called her bad names. She didn’t care. It was nothing. The humiliation stinged but it was like sobering up. Remembering a promise not to do it anymore and then collapsing back into habit.

When they walked in the room it first startled her, only to realize this was Umbridge’s office. A room in the castle she completely invaded and re-decorated like everything else. All pink and full of kittens. Flinch kept her there for at least half an hour until the old toad came in. The sickening scent of perfume introduced her before any words came out of her mouth.

A horribly vile noise filled the room. Not laughter but a sweet humming echoed around as the old woman came closer to her.

I am purged of fear, Astoria reminded herself as flames arose in her mind. Fear only made her sharp. It was a tool to remind her violence was her ally and not an enemy.

"I see we have a naughty girl running in the night", Umbridge finally said as she leaned to grab Astoria’s face. Her fingers were fat and bloated.

"Who was with you?"

Astoria hissed back at her. A hard slap followed as a reply. She had worse. But a slap across the face was humiliating because it always came like a shock to the body. You just couldn’t control the reaction as the eyes watered in tears and pain left a red trace. Umbridge also wore rings. They scratched her cheek.

"You need to learn better ethics. What you did was very inappropriate and strictly forbidden. Your actions are an offence to the school’s prestige".

The possibility of spiting in her face occurred to Astoria. What held her back was the knowledge that it will only cause more trouble for Dumbledore who was already at the Ministry’s mercy. It was bad enough that Umbridge had the opportunity to take it out on her now. There was no other option than to endure it.

"I realize that", Astoria said quietly.

"I think you lie", Umbridge said with a sweet tone and a smile on her face.

"I am ready to face my punishment as I regret my actions", the words came out drily as a well-rehearsed phrase.

"I am happy to hear".

Umbridge pulled a list of paper and a pen from her desk. Astoria blinked in disbelief. Her body hesitated yet she pushed through and grabbed the paper. Something was wrong.

"Now, write down "Whore", Umbridge said with a sweet tone yet looked at her with judgement.

Astoria swallowed her pride and took the pen. She started writing. Instantly a burning sensation appeared on her other hand. She flinched from the pain surprised and saw the word engraved in her wrist.

"I want you to write it down a hundred times, until the shame of your actions truly sinks in."

Without protest, Astoria continued writing. The pen was obviously cursed and writing with it was a pain that burned slow, yet deep. Her hand started trembling when she got to the middle of it. There was so much blood dripping from her wrist the word got lost on in it.

"I will let you stop here if you tell me who was with you. He will do the rest of your writing", Umbridge said softly. She was chewing something sweet.

Astoria took a sharp breath and pushed the pen in the paper; in her skin and continued writing. The pain got deeper and her voice started to betray her as she whimpered. Fifty more to go.

"It must be true love", Umbridge said sarcastically. "Do you think some stupid boy would do the same for you? He used you and he left you."

Whore, Astoria tried not to think about it. Biting her tongue helped, but Umbridge was determined on interrogating her.

"Does he truly find you beautiful now that you are ruined, or he just wants to use your body before it’s ruined too?".

Flinch let an ugly laugh at this one. It stung. The comment also stayed in her mind. Being used, a never disappearing suspicion. Nicola Elroy told her he’d purge fear out of her, and he did, but in it’s place he put new doubts and suspicions, isolating her. Astoria was sure now she was an Elroy, furthermore she knew she was Nicola’s hair and that meant everyone else was a potential enemy. Why was she then suffering here alone, protecting someone else than herself?

When Astoria finally finished, Umbridge forced her to do twenty more, because she was not convinced it was enough to learn the moral lesson of not fucking around apparently. Her hand trembled after that. Her nerves were messed up. It worried Astoria that this will be a problem for her when she dueled.

"Can I have my clothes back?".

"Yes, tomorrow after class you can come and take them", Umbridge said to her coldly.

That was a different form of humiliation. A social punishment so everyone would know she Is a "whore". The pain felt deserved.

Everyone else were dressed in appropriate uniform. Draco came in missing his tie and robe. Astoria was also missing hers, though at least she did have another shirt to wear. They had class with Snape. Students stared. It was obvious they were shagging again, and they made the mistake to be careless about it.