"Leave. Her. Alone. You stupid-" he proceeded to swear something chronic.
"Now, now. We must control our temper my boy." She said.
"F*** You" he said defiantly.
"Bad move, buddy." She said. "Crucio." Straight away, Draco was on the floor, writhing and screaming in pain. Claire knew this had to be the Cruciatus curse. Her father had threatened Heather with this curse before.
"Oh look Claire!" Heather said. "It's the curse your Father threatened me with!" she said, reading Claire's mind. Hate bubbled up inside Claire and spilled over.
"STOP IT!!!" she screamed, jumping up. "STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT!!" She stood over her boyfriend, blood pouring out of her wounds, but not feeling any pain.
"Crucio." Heather said, pointing the wand at Claire. The pain was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was throughout her whole body.
"No. I refuse to cry out." Claire thought with determination. Meanwhile, the curse was no longer on Draco, but he could see Claire laying beside him, writhing in pain, but not crying out. It took all his strength, but picked up his wand and pointed it at Heather. He croaked out a few words and the woman fell to the floor, unconscious.
Claire's pain stopped immediately. She just lay there, sobbing.
"Where is she?" she asked Draco.
"She's unconscious." He told her. "It's a spell I learned from Father. She'll be out for about 12 hours." He told her, half smiling. He gathered up his strength and crawled over to her. He sat up and pulled her into his lap, taking in her body, in only her underwear, with blood all over herself. She was too weak to move. He took off his t-shirt and put it on her.
"Very impressive." She said, smiling weakly. "Sexy man, aren't you?" she continued. "But one question. Why are you putting that on me?" she asked, confused and tired.
"Because. I'm sure you don't want to be carried to the Hospital Wing in your bra and knickers, do you?" he asked, smiling. "Not that I mind seeing you like that, but I wouldn't want to share that sight with anyone else." He told her, grinning. She managed a weak laugh.
"Can you lift me up more?" She asked him. He did as he was asked, and she kissed him, very gently. Too gently, he thought.
"I love you." She said quietly.
"I love you too, Claire." He said. "I love you more than life itself." She didn't reply.
"Claire?" he asked worriedly.
"hmm?…" came the small reply.
"How do you feel?" he asked, getting very concerned about how weak she was.
"I hurt. My side, my wrist, my shoulder, all over" she said faintly, before falling unconscious. He moved the t-shirt and examined her shoulder. There was a small gash there, but the gash was very unusual. It was in the shape of a heart. He traced around it with his fingers, then Claire flinched, and he felt a small stab of pain in his own shoulder. He turned to look at it. There was the same mark. He looked down at the girl in his arms.
"Even when she's unconscious and bleeding, she's still the most beautiful thing on the planet." He thought. "And she's all mine." He said aloud, before leaning against the tree at his back, and falling unconscious himself.