Disclaimer: NOPE! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! IT'S ALL JK! AND MAY I JUST
ADD. THAT WOMAN IS ONE HELL OF A GENIOUS!
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::Draco's POV::
I didn't know how to react. I had always known my father had been displeased with me, but never like this. Never in my life would I have suspected him to think of "death" and his son in the same sentence. Me! His own son! That mangy bastard! Having "Malfoy" as a last name always included high expectations. Why he had to be so strict upon his own flesh and blood, I'll never understand.
Yet here I was, being warned I was going to be killed. Nice eh? Anyway, after blinking a few times in stupidity I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened my lids.
"Start from the beginning." I said leaning against the wall, trying to get my breathing in a normal pattern once again. My head slumped back against the brick, making my position extremely uncomfortable. The trembling elf in front of me bent down and nodded, looking up at me with large saddened eyes.
"Sirs, your fathers. he. he. he wants you dead." She put her hand over her mouth and her eyes shot large and round. Her pupils grew smaller and she broke out in tears, squealing as though someone had hurt her.
Staring at her awkwardly, I bit my lip. I had always been very use to the sound of a House-Elf in tears, beating itself with cries. But for the creature to be warning me of such a horrible thing, I felt sorry for it. Slowly I crouched down and looked at it eye to eye. She peeked through her fingers at me, and sniffled a few times before finally gaining control. Trying to sound as relaxed as I could, and trying to hide the sudden fear and terror running through me, I looked at her calmly and said soothingly, "It's okay, now please, tell me what happened."
Her eyes glazed over and a tear dropped innocently down her smudged nose. The ears upon her head quivered and her mouth began to speak. "I. I overheard yours father speaking sir. he was talkings to some man, and ordered for you to be murdered!" She cried out again and dropped to the ground bawling like a mad man.
Touching my bottom lip, thinking hard on my own thoughts, I nodded and took the creature's hand. "Is that all you heard?"
The elf nodded carefully, and added "I rans out! I was frightened!" Well, this is great. Here I was walking along, minding my own business, and suddenly THIS has to happen. I have to get chased into an alley by a scared little house-elf who is now telling me my own father wants me dead. Only to me.
"What did this man look like?" I asked trying to at least have some sort of warning if I were to run into him. She bent her head low to the ground and let her mouth quiver. "I don'ts know. I was on the others side of the wall."
Wonderful. Just wonderful. Slowly I parted my lips and let out a long moaning sigh. Then lifted the corner of my mouth and said "Thanks." And walked off.
Okay, so that wasn't the nicest thing to do. The elf was probably going to be killed now, by the one and only. Lucious Malfoy. But my patience could only last for so long. Exiting out of the dark alley I turned right and went on walking. The sun was out, the flowers were blooming, and a breeze passed now and then, but the new gloom coming across me now hurt more than ever.
Becoming paranoid, I looked over my shoulder ever few seconds and stared at each person that I thought looked threatening. I gripped at the wand in my pocket, in case anything should come out at me in surprise.
'So far so good,' I thought to myself, realizing I was halfway home. A few people gave me odd glances, probably because I was kept shifting my head unexpectedly, and staring at them suspiciously. Ah well, they'll think I'm drunk or something, no deal there.
::Draco's POV::
I didn't know how to react. I had always known my father had been displeased with me, but never like this. Never in my life would I have suspected him to think of "death" and his son in the same sentence. Me! His own son! That mangy bastard! Having "Malfoy" as a last name always included high expectations. Why he had to be so strict upon his own flesh and blood, I'll never understand.
Yet here I was, being warned I was going to be killed. Nice eh? Anyway, after blinking a few times in stupidity I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened my lids.
"Start from the beginning." I said leaning against the wall, trying to get my breathing in a normal pattern once again. My head slumped back against the brick, making my position extremely uncomfortable. The trembling elf in front of me bent down and nodded, looking up at me with large saddened eyes.
"Sirs, your fathers. he. he. he wants you dead." She put her hand over her mouth and her eyes shot large and round. Her pupils grew smaller and she broke out in tears, squealing as though someone had hurt her.
Staring at her awkwardly, I bit my lip. I had always been very use to the sound of a House-Elf in tears, beating itself with cries. But for the creature to be warning me of such a horrible thing, I felt sorry for it. Slowly I crouched down and looked at it eye to eye. She peeked through her fingers at me, and sniffled a few times before finally gaining control. Trying to sound as relaxed as I could, and trying to hide the sudden fear and terror running through me, I looked at her calmly and said soothingly, "It's okay, now please, tell me what happened."
Her eyes glazed over and a tear dropped innocently down her smudged nose. The ears upon her head quivered and her mouth began to speak. "I. I overheard yours father speaking sir. he was talkings to some man, and ordered for you to be murdered!" She cried out again and dropped to the ground bawling like a mad man.
Touching my bottom lip, thinking hard on my own thoughts, I nodded and took the creature's hand. "Is that all you heard?"
The elf nodded carefully, and added "I rans out! I was frightened!" Well, this is great. Here I was walking along, minding my own business, and suddenly THIS has to happen. I have to get chased into an alley by a scared little house-elf who is now telling me my own father wants me dead. Only to me.
"What did this man look like?" I asked trying to at least have some sort of warning if I were to run into him. She bent her head low to the ground and let her mouth quiver. "I don'ts know. I was on the others side of the wall."
Wonderful. Just wonderful. Slowly I parted my lips and let out a long moaning sigh. Then lifted the corner of my mouth and said "Thanks." And walked off.
Okay, so that wasn't the nicest thing to do. The elf was probably going to be killed now, by the one and only. Lucious Malfoy. But my patience could only last for so long. Exiting out of the dark alley I turned right and went on walking. The sun was out, the flowers were blooming, and a breeze passed now and then, but the new gloom coming across me now hurt more than ever.
Becoming paranoid, I looked over my shoulder ever few seconds and stared at each person that I thought looked threatening. I gripped at the wand in my pocket, in case anything should come out at me in surprise.
'So far so good,' I thought to myself, realizing I was halfway home. A few people gave me odd glances, probably because I was kept shifting my head unexpectedly, and staring at them suspiciously. Ah well, they'll think I'm drunk or something, no deal there.
