From the Deadliest Hate
…often the deepest desire comes.
Chapter One
Draco
Emerald flames warmed the dungeons as I sat besides the fireplace and stroked my left forearm. I could feel the power radiating through my robe, dark infinite power concealed within that little mark. If I did this, if I killed Dumbledore, then I would forever be held in glory, both by the Dark Lord and my father. I thought of him sitting alone in Azkaban and was determined to do this for him. Glory, fame and perfection would come out of Dumbledores death, I just had to find the right moment to do it.
"Draco, are you listening? You've been like this since we arrived on the train,"
I glanced at Blaise and rested both my arms on the armchair, searching for what he had been talking about five minutes previously.
"Ah, yeah. Girls we'd fuck, give me a name," I said as I stretched my feet out infront of me, watching the flames dance away from my toes.
"Granger," Blaise said. My eyes windened.
"Hah! Granger, fuckable, don't make me laugh!" I said haughtily as I flew back into the armchair, cackling. I felt the pressure begin to slip away. I did have all year to kill him..I could afford a few nights of banter.. "She's a mudblood, for starters, Blaise. Surely you knowthat."
"All the more reason to have her, then chuck her," he said with a wicked smile. Oh. That was..that was…Something inside me tensed. I sat upwards.
"Perhaps so," I replied evenly. That was a despicable thing to say, Zambini. Why? Because, because…
"Like she'd ever let you," I said accusingly, not quite hitting the reason why I felt so angry at what he had just said. I couldn't put my finger on it…. Maybe itwasjust because she was such a prude. Yes. That was it.For sure.
Why was I not convinced at my own reasoning?
"Hah. I can dream,"
I laughed lowly, still trying to find what was bothering me.
"But yeah, honestly…" continued Blaise. "I'd love to give her ago. Wouldn't be seen dead with her but I'd fuck her hard."
There it was again. The anger. I sat forward in the chair, staring at the butter beer bottle on the deep, green carpet. Frowning.
"Draco?" Blaise said. "Mate, we can talk about someone else if it's so hard for you to fathom that Granger is infact quite attractive. Katie Bell, man I'd do her-"
"I'm going to bed," I said rather shortly. Blaise looked sharply up at me in question. "I feel ill," I lied. "Quidditch training in the morning, anyway." He nodded and I left, trying to block out images of Hermione and Blaise and trying even more to block out the infuriating rage that pooled in the pit of my stomach at the thought of it.