Because I Know

Light lost. Dark conquered.

"All hail the Dark Lord!" the vividness of the voices confirmed the situation.

Blinking my eyes, I pulled myself from the heavy stupor I was in. I winced as my arms ached and soon noticed that, Death Eaters were dragging my arms.

The light was blinding, wherever I was. Death Eaters who were exulting turned their attention towards me. An iota of revulsion crawled onto their lips and one of them spat, "Hurry and throw that prisoner into the dungeons, will you?"

"Yes, sir," the one grabbing my left arm responded.

Suddenly we were bathed in darkness. The air was putrid, smelt like rotten corpses. But it was empty, as if it were reserved for me. In one particular cell, I was dangling on my feeble feet, my wrists chained to the wall.

It was absurdly cold there and my clothes didn't help. In fact, I don't suppose they were considered clothes anymore.

Rags. Hogwarts' white blouse without sleeves, and the rotten black skirt. The badge was tore off by one of the Death Eaters who dragged me in, "You won't need that anymore since Hogwarts is in ashes."

Back in school, they called it the Gryffindor's impetuous courage. I stared at the Death Eaters guarding the dungeons, mustering as much reviles and hatred as I could in my eyes.

One of them got irritated, he came to my cell and all I felt was a voluminous fiery sensation. "Filthy bitch. That'll teach you how to behave politely!" he spat on my face.

"Really, Crabbe. Must you be so rude to a fellow schoolmate?" a masculine voice resonated in the empty dungeons. As he stepped into the scant light from the little window, "And not just any schoolmate, a Gryffindor."

I hissed at the sight of the silver blond hair, "Malfoy."

"Granger."

A mocking sneer galvanized in my hoarse voice, "What's with the holier-than-thou attitude among your own kind? Is violence too foul for a Malfoy?"

"Tssk tssk... your sarcasm still survived, Granger. I'm pleased to hear that."

"Get real, Malfoy. What is it that you want?"

"Nothing much, really. Something that only the know-it-all Granger can give me."

"If you still have questions on the uses of unicorn's horn essay, you can check the textbooks."

He laughed darkly. It wasn't the usual laugh he always gave after a prank or when he defeated Gryffindor in the previous Quidditch match. It was more... matured.

"Seriously, Granger. Aren't you aware of it?"

"My cognizance was insensated after one of your kind behaved rudely towards me, if you must know," I tilted my head to look at Crabbe. I didn't even recognice it was Crabbe, I don't recall that he was so thin and well-built.

Malfoy sighed and raised his wand, with a dark smirk on the corner of his lips. I saw his lips moved but couldn't hear what he was saying until a puissant green light flashed towards Crabbe and the latter fell dead on the floor.

"Now, Granger. What was that spell?" he leaned closer and held my chin firmly, forcing me to look into his eyes. He was like a school teacher asking a student an easy question.

I shook off his hand on my chin, "The Killer Curse, what do you think I am? A First Year student?" He ignored my question, tracing my face with his pale finger. I felt the tingling sensation as it travelled from the side of my eye to my throat, then right down to the cleavage.

I gasped, "Stop it, Malfoy. Just do what you came here for," I turned my head to the side, escaping the steel stare of his eyes.

"You were enjoying, weren't you, Mudblood?" he smirked.

Silence.

"Alright, since you insist. Tomorrow morning I'll have you as my wife."

"Tomorrow?" I turned to his direction, now leaning on the door of my cell, three feet away from me.

"Or you would rather I take you tonight?"

"Why?"

"Like I said, if you're anxious--"

"No. Why do you want me as your wife?"

He exhaled and came nearer, "Really, Granger. Don't tell me you don't know."

"Know what?"

"Know that I was watching you."

My eyes widened, "Watching me?"

"Why else would I be in your room during wee hours when the whole school is suppose to be sleeping? Do you recall, Granger?"

I searched my mind.

Yes. There was one morning when I woke up and felt someone's arms around me. Then a familiar scent tickled my neck, something like mint and firewhiskey. Carefully, I tried to turn around but the grip was firm and I can't possibly move without waking the one holding me. But the Dark Mark on the arm gave him away.

"Yes, I remember now."

"Happy?"

"Why should I be?"

"I thought that was what you always wanted."

"Shut up and go fuck Parkinson for all I care."

In an instant, his arm folded around my waist and pulled me to him. I felt his warm chest against mine as he whispered into my ear, "Because I know you've been doing the same thing."

I blushed.

"Because I know you're the one who watch me leave our shared common room. Because I know you're the one who watched me in the Great Hall. Because I know you were reluctant to get up when I was holding you that night."

"That doesn't mean anything, it's just an infatuation. Besides, you were playing on me, Malfoy."

"What gave you that idea?"

"Because I know you shag with half the population of girls in school."

"So... you were watching me."

"You said so yourself."

"Anyway, you will be mine forever."

"How would you know?"

"Because I know... that you still love me."