Which was when a small weight fell on top of Howard. Eponine.
Maybe at first, her embrace looked like a desperate attempt to stop Draco hurting Howard further. Maybe it looked like the cuddle from a friend he hadn't seen for two weeks in an arena where people had to fight to the death. Maybe at first he didn't notice Eponine trying to dig her sharpened nails into his neck.
Eponine, for her part, was terrified. She could hear her own voice in her head - but she could hear Draco's too, whispering to her to come, to jump, to embrace, to kill. And her body acted against her will. No matter how much she tried to stop her fingers, no matter how much she tried to open her mouth and scream... nothing. There was NOTHING she could do. Except obey Draco and kill the only friend she had ever had.
Eponine HATED Draco at this point. Well, she loathed him all of the time - he was too much like Montparnasse. The type to pull your skirts aside against the alley wall and take his own, before punching you square in the face for being a whore. Though Draco, of course, would give his an aristocratic flavour.
She hated herself as she felt her face lowering to Howard's, to plant a kiss on his lips before biting down hard with her sharpened teeth. She hated Draco for doing this to her. And she hated Howard for being her friend.
Eponine's eyes were blank as Draco's hiss resounded in her head and made her try to tighten her claws in Howard's neck and bite down over and over on his face.
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Eponine.
Maybe at first, her embrace looked like a desperate attempt to stop Draco hurting Howard further. Maybe it looked like the cuddle from a friend he hadn't seen for two weeks in an arena where people had to fight to the death. Maybe at first he didn't notice Eponine trying to dig her sharpened nails into his neck.
Eponine, for her part, was terrified. She could hear her own voice in her head - but she could hear Draco's too, whispering to her to come, to jump, to embrace, to kill. And her body acted against her will. No matter how much she tried to stop her fingers, no matter how much she tried to open her mouth and scream... nothing. There was NOTHING she could do. Except obey Draco and kill the only friend she had ever had.
Eponine HATED Draco at this point. Well, she loathed him all of the time - he was too much like Montparnasse. The type to pull your skirts aside against the alley wall and take his own, before punching you square in the face for being a whore. Though Draco, of course, would give his an aristocratic flavour.
She hated herself as she felt her face lowering to Howard's, to plant a kiss on his lips before biting down hard with her sharpened teeth. She hated Draco for doing this to her. And she hated Howard for being her friend.
Eponine's eyes were blank as Draco's hiss resounded in her head and made her try to tighten her claws in Howard's neck and bite down over and over on his face.