Title: Welcome to Hell
Author: Sherry
Email: junruichen@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Malfoy having a moment and the rest of the Slytherins listening in.
Author's Notes: No point really. A bit upset at the way Slytherin are misunderstood. They're people too! But this thing didn't really convey what I was feeling. May continue. May not.
Actually now that I think about it, this might be the cliche fanfic I've been dying to write! You can tell by my last line, lol! Too bad it's not slash... :( I wanted so badly for a cliche slash fanfic, not a one that wasn't! *pouts*
Author's Warnings: Only that I didn't have this betaed, wrote this in one of my moments and this was more a personal thing. I just wanted this out there as a statement. Not much of one, I agree, but I will have more moments and more moments means more parts. Hopefully. And there is some use of language. Beware!
"God damn him!"
The loud exclamation was followed by loud thumps and an earsplitting crash. Those who were outside in the common room cringed as it was followed by another series of curses and obscenities.
"Bloody stupid fucking little piece of--" The tirade was interrupted by deafening smash and the people looked around at each other, avoiding looking in the direction of the boy dormitories.
"Oh bloody freakin' HELL!" Nervously, the group of students slowly moved away in the opposite direction, as if mere inches of distance could stop the sounds. Thuds and sounds of things breaking and snapping still filled the air, alternating from the curses. And the things he would like to do to another student. Or another couple of students.
"Is that even possible?" a second year asked a third year.
The third year shrugged, his eyes wide as he listened to what else the yelling was saying. "I don't know." He was in a state of wonder as if pondered the act. "If it can, I don't think I would like to watch..."
"If anyone could do it, Malfoy could," a confident fifth year boy spoke. "If he's motivated enough."
The Slytherins shirked away as another crude and rather vulgar indecency interrupted their thoughts. A third year inched forward to the trio. "I think he is," she squeaked, commenting on the earlier comment.
The others in the room nodded in assent. "Especially when the motivation is Potter."
Almost as the boy said the magic word Potter another round of shattering and clatter started as if it was inspired by it.
"You don't think he can hear us, do you?" The Scottish lilt of the first year boy rolled over them as he wondered out loud.
Some of the veteran Slytherins who had been there before shook their heads and made faces of rejecting the comment.
"Never."
"No, he can't."
"You'll see. I've been in there. You can't hear a bloody thing." This was remarked by Goyle who had roomed with Malfoy in their first year. Before he had gotten his own room. But after he had broken every one of his personal possessions. Twice.
"He does this a lot," Crabbe chimed in, glad to have something to contribute and talking over the incoherent screaming. The others snapped their heads to him, looking at him in rebuke. "Not a whole lot," he changed hastily. "Just when he's..."
"Frustrated," a seventh year boy answered. He hadn't even looked up from his book up to this point. "He got a letter from home, you see."
Chimes of ohs and sounds of understanding filled the room. They knew what it was like. Parents could be terrible bores sometimes and the rest of the time they were just annoying.
The seventh year boy looked at the group of first years. "It's still early in the year. He'll have at least three more of these. You'll understand soon enough." A smirk quirked at the side of his mouth. "Might even have one of these episodes yourself."
The first years looked down, not wanting believing what he was saying but their hearts telling them otherwise. The clamor had quieted down, except for the odd thump and banging. They could hear sounds of harsh lamenting and gulping.
"You're not truly a Slytherin until you have one of these. Just don't go blabbing it all over the school okay?" The last bit was sent with a glare. It sounded like a threat and was intended as such.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, people and to the Slytherin House. Welcome to seven years of hell."