Title: Emotion Sickness
Author: Miss T
Spoilers: Takes place after The Chamber of Secrets book - kind of my own interpretation of their 3rd year at Hogwarts. Or how I would like it to be.
Rating: PG13, so far
Main characters: Draco, Harry
Pairings: DM/HP to come later, so if you don't like slash, don't read it
Notes: This is just the first chapter, which I can imagine would be a little boring as it is really just the intro – but I'm working as fast as I can to get the rest of it finished. Happy reading, mugglemonkeys!
Disclaimer: Ms Rowling owns the characters and everything… not me :( However I am responsible for the plot. Oh, and JK – kudos for the excellent world of HP.
Emotion Sickness
Chapter I, Solitude
The boy sat silently in his dim lit room, head in hands, shoes digging into the carpet. The edge of his bed seemed like such a lonely place in this house.
Sure, he had a big bedroom, an enormous home and everything he could possibly ask for, but money did not buy happiness.
It was eight o'clock in the morning, and already he could hear his Father roaring at the servants, and the distant clatter of metal trays on marble floor.
"Are you ready to go, boy?!" a voice bellowed from the landing downstairs, echoing above the high stone walls and throughout Malfoy Mansion.
*This is it. After this I'll be free for the good part of the year.*
Standing up slowly, Draco winced as the bruise on the lower part of his back was still fresh. Blood under flesh, emotion under pride.
He forced himself through the door of his bedroom and out onto the double staircase, dragging his Hogwarts case behind him.
"Hurry up, boy – we haven't got all day!" Lucius stood next to the entrance of the house, wearing his black cloak and a stubborn expression. His hair, almost down to his elbows, was gelled immaculately at the forehead and spread out in a silver mass across his back.
Looking Draco up and down slowly with mild distaste, Lucius pursed his lips together and looked down his nose as he spoke. "Now, tell me what I told you yesterday."
"I will never shame the Malfoy name again, in any way" Draco said, in an virtually robotic voice. "And I will win the Quidditch cup for Slytherin."
Lucius nodded ever so swiftly, and tapped Draco callously across the back of his legs with his cane. "Right. I don't ever want to come to another Quidditch match and be embarrassed, ever again." Lucius cringed, and shook his head slowly at Draco.
"No, Sir." Draco tried as hard as he could to keep his Father from noticing the slight watering in his eyes. Blinking quickly, he turned and walked out of the house, and handed his driver his trunk.
"G'day, Sir" The driver nodded, and Draco mutely crawled into the back seat of the car.
The journey to Hogwarts was unusually slow, as this was Draco's first time driving, as he usually caught the Hogwart's Express.
He peered out of the windows every now and then, secretly hoping that the car would drive off the edge of the steep cliff they seemed to be taking ages to get round.
*Yeah, then what would he do? No precious son to use as a punching bag and parade around in front of his friends.*
His mind wandered off into the term ahead. He was starting his third year, and yet everything seemed to be going so slow.
*Potter.* He then thought to himself. *Potter and his beloved friends, laughing and joking amongst themselves, thinking he is the King of Everything just because he's so bloody popular. If it weren't for that stupid scar, Potter would be as popular as a piece of dust.* Draco grunted at this. It was true – girls were lining up everywhere for Harry and who did Draco have? Pansy Parkinson?
Draco shuddered at the thought. *She's revolting. Besides, she only wants me for my money.*
As the car pulled up to the front of the school, Draco could see a group of Slytherin girls gathered together at the entrance.
He stepped out, and as his driver heaved his trunk to the pile of all the other luggage and drove away, Draco saw her.
Quickly whipping his head down and hoping his hair would cover his face, which was now getting to the length where it was way too irritating to gel back every morning, Draco shoved his hands in his pockets and walked swiftly up and into the school.
"Ooooo! Draco! Draco wait up!" A loud and boisterous voice boomed from the group of girls as he paced past them, and Pansy jumped in front of him with an unattractive, crooked smile plastered to her face.
"Draco – " she breathed, "- you didn't reply to any of my letters! I was hoping you could have come over to my house during the holidays!" She smiled again, making him turn up his nose in repulsion.
"Ummm… no thank you, Parkinson. I had better things to do, believe me." He sneered slightly, and continued to move ahead of her, despite the quiet, high pitched squeal that erupted from her mouth.
"B…But Draco! I thought you wanted to go out with me?!" Pansy's bottom lip began to quiver, making her look like an extremely tall and gawky bulldog with large gleaming eyes.
"Parkinson – I already told you no. Are you incapable of acknowledging the English language? I'm not interested, and I never have been. It was just some stupid joke Crabbe and Goyle played on you. Which both, by the way, are available if your stuck for something to leech onto. Now, I must be going before I vomit all over you." Draco half ran, half jogged up the stairs and into the main building, out of Pansy's sight. He could have sworn he heard her high pitched wailing as he entered the Great Hall.
After the welcoming dinner, each of the houses were dismissed to their dorms. Feeling full and fed up, Draco walked lazily back to the Slytherin common room. On his way out of the hall he took a glance at Harry Potter, who was busy telling his friends an animated story about the summer holidays. *Such fun!* Draco thought sarcastically.
Without saying a word, he went straight to bed that night feeling restless and moody.
Draco's first class the next day was Potions.
*Brilliant. Not only will Weasel and Potter be there, but I have to put up with irrelevant arse kissing from Snape.*
Sitting down at his usual spot, Draco got out his quill and workbook and waited patiently for Professor Snape to begin.
"Now… class, quiet down – Longbottom, don't touch that! Right…" Snape spoke with his regular boring drawl, that Draco had to admit, was worse than his own. "Today, we'll be learning how to make a very simple, yet complicated concoction. This particular potion has shrinking ability… it is called Aliciamosis. Please turn to page 129 in your workbooks where you will find instructions on how to make it. Oh, and I also want to pair you up today – none of this free choice nonsense, not after the incident with Longbottom…" Snape gave Neville a hard glare and continued speaking, as Neville's cheeks went the brighter shade of pink. "Right… who with who, I wonder…" Snape rubbed his chin slowly.
He's enjoying this, Draco sneered inwardly, Sick bast- , but before Draco could finish his thought, Snape's words echoed throughout the room and hit Draco like lightening. "And lastly, Potter and Malfoy." Draco's stomach jumped. He had to work with Potter?!
"Now, quickly class – MOVE!" Snape roared, and Draco had discovered that Potter had quickly shifted himself into the vacant seat beside him.
"Listen, Potter," Draco whispered under his breath, "just because we're partner's, doesn't mean I'm going to treat you differently"
Harry frowned and smiled sarcastically. "I didn't expect any less, Malfoy."
And without another word, the pair worked and finished their potion.
"Malfoy… I don't think we did it right" Harry looked into their cauldron and glanced nervously around the rest of the class, who were still working.
"Of course we did, Potter – we followed everything – every single step. Now, shut up." Draco hated talking to Harry. He hated the way Harry acted with him, almost in a kiss-arse, treading on egg shells kind of way. It would usually make Draco feel superior, but in reality he knew Harry pitied him. After all, who had won all of the Quidditch matches? Who was Dumbledore's number one student? Who was the Boy Who Lived?! Draco would never be one of these things. *Face it,* Draco thought, *Potter feels sorry for you.*
"But look… Hermione and Ron's is purple… ours is a weird greenish sort of colour…" Harry prodded the liquid with his ladle, swishing it around curiously.
"Listen, Potter – maybe everyone else has got it wrong! You ever thought about that?!" Draco was getting impatient. Why did it matter if it was wrong or not? Snape knew better not to punish him. Plus, it was DRACO – of course he always got it right.
As Snape walked past the boy's table, he stopped to a halt and pointed at the cauldron. "What in Merlin's name do you call this?" he retorted.
"Umm… Aliciamosis?" Harry replied dumbly. Draco cringed.
"Malfoy! Give me a rundown of what exactly you put into this… this… THIS CODSWALLOP OF A POTION!?" The entire class shushed and stopped instantly to look at what was going on.
Draco shifted nervously from foot to foot, and cleared his throat. "Methadone, Dry ice …" Snape nodded along as Draco spoke. "…essence of wormwood, reptile eye, and umm, blood of hinglepuff…"
Snape banged both of his hands on the edge of the table, causing the cauldron to tip on its side and land on the floor, spilling its contents which sizzled furiously on the wooden flooring.
"ALL WRONG… It's all ruddy wrong, what page are you studying from, Potter?!!" Snape snarled.
"129, just like you said" Harry said, and pointed to the open workbook on the table.
Snape picked the book up and turned revealed the cover. In red ink across the spine of the book, read '101 Greatest Potions: Learn How To Make Your Enemies Hair Fall Out and Many More!'.
"What?!" Harry's eyes wiggled around in there sockets, "We weren't using that book!"
"Well the evidence is here, Mr Potter. Do you realise what you've just created?" Snape spat, looking at Harry and Draco's faces, both as scarlet as strawberries.
"Well, congratulations, Gentlemen! You've managed to make yourselves some pretty strong poison there. Fancy yourselves as a pair of jokers, do you?!" Snape eyes darted from Draco to Harry, nostrils flaring and his hands turning white as they squeezed onto the end of the table.
"It was all Potter's idea, Sir!" Draco pointed at Harry. He wanted to stay out of this. *It certainly wasn't mine!* Draco thought to himself, scowling at Harry, who looked genuinely dumbfounded as to where the book had come from.
"Silence!" Snape bellowed. "Detention! The pair of you! See me after class. AND GET THIS MESS CLEANED UP!!"
well, that's it for now! I'll try and get the next chapter up ASAP!!
Miss T xoxoxox
Author: Miss T
Spoilers: Takes place after The Chamber of Secrets book - kind of my own interpretation of their 3rd year at Hogwarts. Or how I would like it to be.
Rating: PG13, so far
Main characters: Draco, Harry
Pairings: DM/HP to come later, so if you don't like slash, don't read it
Notes: This is just the first chapter, which I can imagine would be a little boring as it is really just the intro – but I'm working as fast as I can to get the rest of it finished. Happy reading, mugglemonkeys!
Disclaimer: Ms Rowling owns the characters and everything… not me :( However I am responsible for the plot. Oh, and JK – kudos for the excellent world of HP.
Emotion Sickness
Chapter I, Solitude
The boy sat silently in his dim lit room, head in hands, shoes digging into the carpet. The edge of his bed seemed like such a lonely place in this house.
Sure, he had a big bedroom, an enormous home and everything he could possibly ask for, but money did not buy happiness.
It was eight o'clock in the morning, and already he could hear his Father roaring at the servants, and the distant clatter of metal trays on marble floor.
"Are you ready to go, boy?!" a voice bellowed from the landing downstairs, echoing above the high stone walls and throughout Malfoy Mansion.
*This is it. After this I'll be free for the good part of the year.*
Standing up slowly, Draco winced as the bruise on the lower part of his back was still fresh. Blood under flesh, emotion under pride.
He forced himself through the door of his bedroom and out onto the double staircase, dragging his Hogwarts case behind him.
"Hurry up, boy – we haven't got all day!" Lucius stood next to the entrance of the house, wearing his black cloak and a stubborn expression. His hair, almost down to his elbows, was gelled immaculately at the forehead and spread out in a silver mass across his back.
Looking Draco up and down slowly with mild distaste, Lucius pursed his lips together and looked down his nose as he spoke. "Now, tell me what I told you yesterday."
"I will never shame the Malfoy name again, in any way" Draco said, in an virtually robotic voice. "And I will win the Quidditch cup for Slytherin."
Lucius nodded ever so swiftly, and tapped Draco callously across the back of his legs with his cane. "Right. I don't ever want to come to another Quidditch match and be embarrassed, ever again." Lucius cringed, and shook his head slowly at Draco.
"No, Sir." Draco tried as hard as he could to keep his Father from noticing the slight watering in his eyes. Blinking quickly, he turned and walked out of the house, and handed his driver his trunk.
"G'day, Sir" The driver nodded, and Draco mutely crawled into the back seat of the car.
The journey to Hogwarts was unusually slow, as this was Draco's first time driving, as he usually caught the Hogwart's Express.
He peered out of the windows every now and then, secretly hoping that the car would drive off the edge of the steep cliff they seemed to be taking ages to get round.
*Yeah, then what would he do? No precious son to use as a punching bag and parade around in front of his friends.*
His mind wandered off into the term ahead. He was starting his third year, and yet everything seemed to be going so slow.
*Potter.* He then thought to himself. *Potter and his beloved friends, laughing and joking amongst themselves, thinking he is the King of Everything just because he's so bloody popular. If it weren't for that stupid scar, Potter would be as popular as a piece of dust.* Draco grunted at this. It was true – girls were lining up everywhere for Harry and who did Draco have? Pansy Parkinson?
Draco shuddered at the thought. *She's revolting. Besides, she only wants me for my money.*
As the car pulled up to the front of the school, Draco could see a group of Slytherin girls gathered together at the entrance.
He stepped out, and as his driver heaved his trunk to the pile of all the other luggage and drove away, Draco saw her.
Quickly whipping his head down and hoping his hair would cover his face, which was now getting to the length where it was way too irritating to gel back every morning, Draco shoved his hands in his pockets and walked swiftly up and into the school.
"Ooooo! Draco! Draco wait up!" A loud and boisterous voice boomed from the group of girls as he paced past them, and Pansy jumped in front of him with an unattractive, crooked smile plastered to her face.
"Draco – " she breathed, "- you didn't reply to any of my letters! I was hoping you could have come over to my house during the holidays!" She smiled again, making him turn up his nose in repulsion.
"Ummm… no thank you, Parkinson. I had better things to do, believe me." He sneered slightly, and continued to move ahead of her, despite the quiet, high pitched squeal that erupted from her mouth.
"B…But Draco! I thought you wanted to go out with me?!" Pansy's bottom lip began to quiver, making her look like an extremely tall and gawky bulldog with large gleaming eyes.
"Parkinson – I already told you no. Are you incapable of acknowledging the English language? I'm not interested, and I never have been. It was just some stupid joke Crabbe and Goyle played on you. Which both, by the way, are available if your stuck for something to leech onto. Now, I must be going before I vomit all over you." Draco half ran, half jogged up the stairs and into the main building, out of Pansy's sight. He could have sworn he heard her high pitched wailing as he entered the Great Hall.
After the welcoming dinner, each of the houses were dismissed to their dorms. Feeling full and fed up, Draco walked lazily back to the Slytherin common room. On his way out of the hall he took a glance at Harry Potter, who was busy telling his friends an animated story about the summer holidays. *Such fun!* Draco thought sarcastically.
Without saying a word, he went straight to bed that night feeling restless and moody.
Draco's first class the next day was Potions.
*Brilliant. Not only will Weasel and Potter be there, but I have to put up with irrelevant arse kissing from Snape.*
Sitting down at his usual spot, Draco got out his quill and workbook and waited patiently for Professor Snape to begin.
"Now… class, quiet down – Longbottom, don't touch that! Right…" Snape spoke with his regular boring drawl, that Draco had to admit, was worse than his own. "Today, we'll be learning how to make a very simple, yet complicated concoction. This particular potion has shrinking ability… it is called Aliciamosis. Please turn to page 129 in your workbooks where you will find instructions on how to make it. Oh, and I also want to pair you up today – none of this free choice nonsense, not after the incident with Longbottom…" Snape gave Neville a hard glare and continued speaking, as Neville's cheeks went the brighter shade of pink. "Right… who with who, I wonder…" Snape rubbed his chin slowly.
He's enjoying this, Draco sneered inwardly, Sick bast- , but before Draco could finish his thought, Snape's words echoed throughout the room and hit Draco like lightening. "And lastly, Potter and Malfoy." Draco's stomach jumped. He had to work with Potter?!
"Now, quickly class – MOVE!" Snape roared, and Draco had discovered that Potter had quickly shifted himself into the vacant seat beside him.
"Listen, Potter," Draco whispered under his breath, "just because we're partner's, doesn't mean I'm going to treat you differently"
Harry frowned and smiled sarcastically. "I didn't expect any less, Malfoy."
And without another word, the pair worked and finished their potion.
"Malfoy… I don't think we did it right" Harry looked into their cauldron and glanced nervously around the rest of the class, who were still working.
"Of course we did, Potter – we followed everything – every single step. Now, shut up." Draco hated talking to Harry. He hated the way Harry acted with him, almost in a kiss-arse, treading on egg shells kind of way. It would usually make Draco feel superior, but in reality he knew Harry pitied him. After all, who had won all of the Quidditch matches? Who was Dumbledore's number one student? Who was the Boy Who Lived?! Draco would never be one of these things. *Face it,* Draco thought, *Potter feels sorry for you.*
"But look… Hermione and Ron's is purple… ours is a weird greenish sort of colour…" Harry prodded the liquid with his ladle, swishing it around curiously.
"Listen, Potter – maybe everyone else has got it wrong! You ever thought about that?!" Draco was getting impatient. Why did it matter if it was wrong or not? Snape knew better not to punish him. Plus, it was DRACO – of course he always got it right.
As Snape walked past the boy's table, he stopped to a halt and pointed at the cauldron. "What in Merlin's name do you call this?" he retorted.
"Umm… Aliciamosis?" Harry replied dumbly. Draco cringed.
"Malfoy! Give me a rundown of what exactly you put into this… this… THIS CODSWALLOP OF A POTION!?" The entire class shushed and stopped instantly to look at what was going on.
Draco shifted nervously from foot to foot, and cleared his throat. "Methadone, Dry ice …" Snape nodded along as Draco spoke. "…essence of wormwood, reptile eye, and umm, blood of hinglepuff…"
Snape banged both of his hands on the edge of the table, causing the cauldron to tip on its side and land on the floor, spilling its contents which sizzled furiously on the wooden flooring.
"ALL WRONG… It's all ruddy wrong, what page are you studying from, Potter?!!" Snape snarled.
"129, just like you said" Harry said, and pointed to the open workbook on the table.
Snape picked the book up and turned revealed the cover. In red ink across the spine of the book, read '101 Greatest Potions: Learn How To Make Your Enemies Hair Fall Out and Many More!'.
"What?!" Harry's eyes wiggled around in there sockets, "We weren't using that book!"
"Well the evidence is here, Mr Potter. Do you realise what you've just created?" Snape spat, looking at Harry and Draco's faces, both as scarlet as strawberries.
"Well, congratulations, Gentlemen! You've managed to make yourselves some pretty strong poison there. Fancy yourselves as a pair of jokers, do you?!" Snape eyes darted from Draco to Harry, nostrils flaring and his hands turning white as they squeezed onto the end of the table.
"It was all Potter's idea, Sir!" Draco pointed at Harry. He wanted to stay out of this. *It certainly wasn't mine!* Draco thought to himself, scowling at Harry, who looked genuinely dumbfounded as to where the book had come from.
"Silence!" Snape bellowed. "Detention! The pair of you! See me after class. AND GET THIS MESS CLEANED UP!!"
well, that's it for now! I'll try and get the next chapter up ASAP!!
Miss T xoxoxox
