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My First Detention	By : brokenme Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 2600 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She groaned, grabbing her head and making way to the Great Hall for breakfast. “God, I feel like I’ve got a hang over.” Her head was banging inside her skull, a powerful aching that made the world spin in front of her and she almost fell to the floor beside the Gryffindor table.
“You alright?” The fiery headed Weasley looked at her in distress. “Lane, are you terribly ill?”
She shook her head, rubbing her temples. “No, I’m just a little off balance. I can’t really remember anything since Potions yesterday, after that everything’s a bit hazy.” She shook her head again, lightly swaying on the bench. “Maybe some food’ll make me feel better.”
Ron nodded, eyebrows still knitted in concern.
The morning post came, owls shooting in and out of the windows, dropping presents and papers. Errol crash landed in Colin’s cereal, splashing milk on all those nearby. “Poor ol’ bird. Oughta put it out of it’s misery.” Ron shook his head in pity, taking the note from the little owl’s claw.
A giant owl, completely white, looking as though it had been created from the snow itself, swooped gracefully into the Hall, setting down nicely in front of Lane. She stared at it for a minute, surprised. In all her four or five months at Hogwarts, never once had she received something by owl, not even the paper.
She slowly untied the message satchel, reading the small note quickly, then again and again, as if she couldn’t comprehend it’s meaning.
“Lane? Anything wrong?” Harry half leaned over the table, trying to get a look at the note.
She looked up at her three friends sitting across from her, eyes peering around at nothing, as if calculating. “It’s...He’s alive. My father’s alive and he’s coming to Hogwarts to meet me...”
Hermione was shocked, mouth open as usual, though no words came forth.
“But, you said he was dead...How can this be?” Harry wondered out loud to himself.
She bit her lip. “I never met him, I just always assumed he was a goner. I never expected...And now he’s coming here. I’m going to meet my father...Woah...” She stared at the table for a few minutes, then stood up. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
~~~~~~Moaning Myrtle~~~~~~
Lane slowly walked to the bathroom, not wanting to upset her stomach. She passed by the broken stall where Myrtle kept, weeping and shouting all day long. To the last stall she went, suddenly heaving as small bits of the nights activities dawned on her clouded mind.
(Wayne’s World flashback) Doodoodaloo~~~~
She was mindless, on her knees, which were bruising on the cold stone floor of the dungeon classroom. She sucked contentedly on her master’s toy as he roughly grabbed her hair, thrusting his cock further down her throat, but she couldn’t gag for he had commanded her not to. He finally released his seed when he was satisfied, but he wouldn’t let her from his control until his needs were met.
He looked down at her, his face sweaty and eyes droopy with lust, suddenly remembering something. He pushed her head back, looking into her eyes. “Tell me, child, who did you shag? That brat Draco? He doesn’t deserve you. That sniveling whelp, Ron Weasley? Tell me!” He snarled, throwing her to the ground.
Her cloudy eyes gazed at him, her voice flat and emotionless. "Lucius Malfoy."
Snape bit his lip, absentmindedly twirling a bit of long hair around his finger. “Damn him, Lucius. Neither of us could stay away.”
Doodoodaloo~~~~(End flashback)
She rinsed her mouth under the dirty sink, shuddering as she thought back on what she could remember, knowing that the things she couldn’t remember would probably be far worse.
“Poor little fleshy-girl. Crying and cleansing! You’ll never be clean. Just like Moaning Myrtle! Everyone makes fun of Myrtle. Stupid, ugly little Myrtle!” The transparent, fatty ghost wailed, jumping back into her toilet.
“So, what do you think he’ll be like? Never thought you’d have to meet her old man so soon, huh, Ron?” Harry joked, ribbing his friend as they walked down the hall towards the bathroom.
“Stop it Harry. I wonder how she’s doing in there.” They all walked into the unused restroom to hear the plop of the ghost returning to her home.
“Oh Lane, you look awful.” Hermione patted her on the back.
She shivered, sinking down to the floor, sitting Indian style. “I wonder what he looks like, what he acts like...I can’t wait ‘til he gets here.” She looked sadly to the floor. ‘Then he’ll make everything right...’ she thought hopefully to herself.
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