The way he dug his fingers in really hurt. His hands fit easily around her thin wrists and Eponine found it impossible now to twist her hands away. So instead, she growled up at Draco, and tried in vain to twist her body away.
"You are a bully, Monsieur." She stretched her head, trying to bite his with her sharpened teeth. The backhand to her cheeks caught her off guard, and her head jerked and slammed back into the ground, causing stars to dance in front of her eyes and her cheeks to flare red. She bit down hard, which made her lip bleed.
"I HATE you!" She spat out - before Draco jammed something at her throat. At first, she thought it was a knife, that he was about to kill her - but then... why did he have a stick? What better ide-
Her mind went completely blank, and her eyes became a little unfocused until she blinked, and then they settled back on Draco. Her whole body went limp. She stopped struggling.
After a minute, the fog cleared a little, and she was able to speak. But try as she might, she could not move herself. And this time, she could not even speak. She wanted to ask desperately, what Draco had done, but she simply couldn't. She wanted to push him off her and run to hide elsewhere - but her limbs felt like they didn't belong to her. She could only lie and stare up at Draco and wonder exactly what was happening.
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"You are a bully, Monsieur." She stretched her head, trying to bite his with her sharpened teeth. The backhand to her cheeks caught her off guard, and her head jerked and slammed back into the ground, causing stars to dance in front of her eyes and her cheeks to flare red. She bit down hard, which made her lip bleed.
"I HATE you!" She spat out - before Draco jammed something at her throat. At first, she thought it was a knife, that he was about to kill her - but then... why did he have a stick? What better ide-
Her mind went completely blank, and her eyes became a little unfocused until she blinked, and then they settled back on Draco. Her whole body went limp. She stopped struggling.
After a minute, the fog cleared a little, and she was able to speak. But try as she might, she could not move herself. And this time, she could not even speak. She wanted to ask desperately, what Draco had done, but she simply couldn't. She wanted to push him off her and run to hide elsewhere - but her limbs felt like they didn't belong to her. She could only lie and stare up at Draco and wonder exactly what was happening.
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