The Death Of Both Worlds (A Draco Malfoy & Neville Longbottom Fanfiction)

Chapter 25: Nervous

Delilah's pov: It was Professor Snape's class, and were learning about werewolves and ghosts. I was seated two desk apart from Cormac, and Hermione sat right beside me. She noticed that I was feeling so well. My head was burried in between my arms and I felt so exhausted and nauseous. I hid my scars with my sleeves and wore leggings. I hate leggings, but its better than bruises. "Turn to page 394" ordered Snape. He was passing through the students, roaming in between the students tables. Everyone was writing down notes and reading, except for me. SLAM! Snape slammed his thick book on the table which made me jump in my seat. "Miss Pritchett. I am explaining a lesson, not reading you a lullaby." Snape shrugged. "Sorry, Professor." I apologised, pulling myself back up. "Psst! are you okay? you seem really messed up!" Hermione whispered, putting her hand on my arm. "Ouch!" I groaned. "What? what's wrong with your arm? Let me see." Hermione said, concerned. "Not now, Hermione. I will explain later."
"Okay..." Hermione agreed. "Who would like to explain the drawing on this page. He whole class grew silent, except for Hermione, who kept her arm high up. "Ugh...Go on miss Granger."
Hermione took a good look at the page and said, "There are two types of transformers: werewolves that transform unwillingly at the rising of the full moon, and become unaware of their viciousness. While there is a transformer that can transform at any time, willingly, and iss aware whilst the transformation."
"Clearly Miss Granger is the only one that is actually awake isn't that right Mr. Weasley!" Snape said, rushing towards sleeping Ron and smacking his head awake with his book. "Uhh! what? bloody hell!" Ron said with his sleepy voice. "And you Miss Pritchett, I'm sure you would like to come up and explain how does a ghost possess a territory?" Snape asked, as I immediately sat up. "Ofcourse." I replied, trying to stand up. My leg was hurting as fuck and I was dizzy like never before. I could hear Tracey whispering to Hermione, "What the hell is wrong with her? Is she okay?"
"I think she's gonna be sick." Luna added.
"I-um, ghosts posses a place that...umm.." I stuttered. I heard Cormac laughing in the back with Pansy. "Hey Delilah, wanna pick up the paste? I'm used to you being a daring blabber mouth." Cormac teased as a couple of his friends were laughing.
"Funny you're calling her a blabber mouth while you are the one speaking without my permission, Mr. McLaggen." Snape replied as Cormac slowly sat down. He was winking at Hermione, but she just ignored it. She seemed just as annoyed asI was. "Uh, excuse me Professor" I said, rushing outside the class, with my hand on my mouth, ready to vomit. I reach the girls bathroom and begin to puke my guts out. I suddenly felt a soft, cold breeze brush over my back. And then I heard a voice saying: "Oooooooo! Soooomeone is feeling sick this mooooorninggg!!"
I turned around, laying my back on the wall beside me, and I found that it was Moaning Myrtle. "What happened thiiiiissss timeeee??"
"Its nothing, Myrtle. I didn't sleep so well last night." I replied.
"Owh! shit!" I groaned. "Hmmmmm, what happened theeerrreee?" She approached, pointing at my bruised arm and leg. "Umm, I umm, fell. I fell."
I stuttered. "Ohhhhh...DO YOU REEEEEAALLY TAKE ME FOR A FOOOOOLLL DELILAH!" She rushed towards me. "I can keep a seeeeeecretttt. After all, I neeeever leave this bathroom, now do I?" Myrtle giggled. "Okay fine. It was Cormac. Cormac McLaggen. He....he did this to me. I was competing with him in Quidditch, and apperantly embarrassed him." Myrtle let out a loud sigh, and said, " That's quite unfortunate. Yooooouuuu aren't the oooonnllyyyy girl that Coooormac McLaggen has assaulted when they stood up to him. Jusssttt aaasssskkk.....Hermiiiiooonnee Grannnggeerrr!"
"Wait, WHAT! HERMIONE! No way." I exclaimed. "Ohhh, but I'm afraid its truuuueeee! She would spend hooooouurs and hoooouurs hiding her bruises with makeup and crying whenever Cormac manipulated her. Ohhh, poooooooorrrr Hermiooonneee.....She hasn't told a siiiinnngle souulllll..." Myrtle replied. "Oh my god....so, this has happened MORE THAN ONCE?" I asked.
"Oh yeeeesss, after Hermione rejected Coooorrmaccc's offer to solve him homework for seeexxx, he FORCED it on her! And she told me, that he told her that if she eeeeeevveerr told aaaanyoneee....he would tell the whoooollleee schooolll that she had an affair with Cormac and his friends the entiiireee yeeeeaarr!" She replied.
"Oh...oh no...well, thanks for telling me Myrtle. Really." I thanked.
"Ooohhh no prooobbllemm! And hey, if he EEEEVER touches you again, You can bring him over here and I can put on a show for him he would neeeever forgeeetttt.....mhmmhmhmhm!!!" She giggled. "Will do Myrtle, will do." I nodded. I picked myself back up and headed to breakfast. I was sitting in the great hall, eating bits and pieces of the loaf of bread before me. I pulled on to my sleeves with my fingers to cover up the red and blue marks on my skin. Then I jumped when someone tapped me on the shoulder, snapping me back to reality. "Woah, down tiger. Its me, Tracey." She said as I turned around. "Girl what the hell happened to you back there? you looked yellow as a lemon!" She exclaimed. "Its nothing, really." I said in a low tone. "Okay...but hey, I'm not leaving this hall until you at least take a sip of your soup! Hey look, lemme tell you about this trick I learned from my aunt's wife. He's Lebanese, so he's pretty good with food. So, here's how you eat it..." She explained, picking up a piece of the bread and dipping it in the warm soup. "Open up, come on come on!" She rushed, with her hand below the soaked bread so that she prevents the drips. I opened my mouth and grabbed the piece. A smile grew wide on my face. It tasted so good! "See, Lebanese people can always put a smile on your face!" We both laughed as Tracey ate a piece of the bread with soup. Then, it happened. My sleeve was dragged down, and the marks of Cormac's grip appeared on my wrist. "Delilah what the fuck happened!"
"Shhhhh!!! keep it DOWN!" I whispered, closing her mouth with my hand. I let go of her and said, "Look, last night....Cormac...umm...kinda raped me."
"CORMAC? CORMAC MCLAGGEN? HE DID THIS TO YOU?!!" She whispered aggressively. "Yes, and Hermione too."
"HERMIONE TOO- okay what the fuck is going on here." Tracey sighed. "He....has his way of getting back at girls who have stood up to him...I mean, when I lived with my stepdad I dealt with that all the time. I just waited for the scars to heal and didn't make a big deal out of it." I replied.
"Look, you old scars may have healed off your body, but not from your heart! Don't you wanna do something about it? Tell someone maybe?" She suggested. "No no no, not now. He threatened to slut-shame me around the whole school! And Hermione too!"
I replied, scared. "I never should have left you all alone that night, I would have beaten his ass! I'm so sorry Delilah!" She said, pulling me into a hug. "Its not your fault, Tracey...Its mine.." I said, crying on her shoulder. And out of nowhere, Tracey backs away and slaps me across the face. "OWH, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" I screamed. "THAT WAS FOR BLAMING YOURSELF! DONT YOU EVER THINK FOR A SECOND THAT THIS WAS YOUR FAULT! NOT ON MY WATCH." She warned.
"Thanks...TrayTray!" I teased.
"UGH I TOLD YOU TO STOP CALLING ME THAT!!" She sighed angrily.
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Is Delilah gonna keep her secret for long? Is Hermione gonna share her pain with Delilah? Find out in the next chapter!