I got A LOT of super-duper reviews (OMG I JUST WROTE SUPER-DUPER!) so I decided to make a (drum roll puh-lease)
A CHAPTER 2!!! Yay! I got one poopy review… and I just wanted to say that that's okay, this is only my very first story (*sniff*) and… and … We all have our opinions in this world, hell, this is America. I am just sooooooooo happy I got any reviews at all and I love all of you peeps for you encouragement! LAXATIVE!I introduce Draco's voice as Mr. Cow, the plush cow. I begin…
A rose by any other name… II
Draco swept through the gloomy halls of the dungeons, the home for all Slytherines. A haven to the followers of Voldermort, a sanctuary to evil. Draco hated it, the shadows in the dungeons complained much more then any of the shadows any where else. They were always gripping about how the halls upstairs were nicer, how people shouldn't be so evil, how hate doesn't really exist, hate was only a over exaggerated form of dislike or jealousy . Draco also hated the shadows, they spoke to everyone, but he was the only one who choose to listen. He listened to the spontaneous outbursts of stupidity from the great hall, another Gryffindor probably, it'd been that way since a certain raven haired star first set his dainty little foot on the grounds of Hogwarts. It disgusted Draco how stupid they all were, looking up to one as thousands die, always dieing, death surrounded him in a heavy cloud, a smog he couldn't lift, one that he didn't really want to lift.
Draco felt comfort in death, it was the most for sure thing, a comfort, for him at least. He didn't have to worry over heaven and Hell, if there were such places, which he had a loose belief in, he'd surly go to hell and welcome it with open arms. Perhaps the Devil could do something about all the bunnies. Draco himself, couldn't well grasp any meaning of a sane concept of life, therefore he spent his time not brooding on how everyone came to be, but the most interesting and creative way one could leave so called perfection (life) and try to get across Styx*. So was Draco's morbid fascination, Death.
'Draco, are you trying to find solitude again? Conversing with the shadows again, you should stop, they are full of stupid so called wisdom, you'd do better busing yourself with the plan, Draco, don't forget your purpose!' Draco frowned. His voice irritated him, he couldn't see it and what he couldn't see confused him and what confused him pushed closer to the edge of suicide.
"Look, it doesn't really matter to you who I converse with, shadows or not, you obviously don't think that they will influence me in any way. And the plan? The one to rid the world of Harry? You make me real uneasy, couldn't you take some form that I could see, it'd make me feel better if you were a solid form and not a thought or idea?"
'But that's all I am, your thoughts, your ideas! But if you insist I will take part in some form that you can be sure exists, tomorrow you will see me. You really should get rid of these bunnies, they are gnawing at your brain.'
"I'm indifferent to the bunnies, they are cute and fuzzy, their gnawing tickles! Have you ever had a monkey in you head?"
'How can I, I am a thought!'
"You sound annoyed… I've had a monkey in my head. I like monkey's."
Draco's inner voice sighed to itself in disapproval, Draco's insanity, though he was apart of it, always showed it the idiotic things he would say. It was really Draco's choice to have the bunnies embedding their teeth inside his thoughts, but he didn't realize that, he was to busy with the world and his brain and the nights with no end where the stars blinked on and off and you realize that it is not a star but a planes tail light. There was always doubt in the world, but Draco was more aware if it then any one else, he seemed to fine tune himself to pain, lies, death, and in all those lied doubt. Doubt in truth, trust, health, and a secure seat in Heaven.
The most funny thing about insanity was that you never really understand you are insane. To one with an untrained eye you might think Draco wasn't even insane. In fact Draco seemed to have a keen awareness in his insanity, ;did that mean it was all a joke that Draco had put on. Or did Draco convince himself he was crazy, or did Draco simply guess that he was crazy and hit it on the nail. All this was running through Harry's head during dinner. Hermione, who was ultimately weirded out by Draco, had run straight to the teachers, it was like a bird returning to its nest after a long fly down south for the holidays. The professors sent their number one candidate, Severus Snape. Obviously, since Draco had been his prized student for so long and he being head of Slytherin it was sure Draco would talk and listen.
'Have you seen the others looking at you Draco? They know your secret, can't you tell they know about you, they all wait to mock you and hurt you. They are all stupid, idiots who take pleasure in hurting each other, still cavemen at heart.'
"Do you think I don't see their disgusting eyes turn to me when I walk by as if they waited all their life for one moment to make jest to me! Have they really past the monkey stage and developed into hairless beasts?"
" I believe we have Mr. Malfoy. But would you like to tell me who in the blazes are you talking to?" Professor Snape asked coolly coming forth from the shadows which once covered his body in the false inks of night. Draco whirled around just in time to see his professor step from the shadows and into the dim lights of the dungeons torches.
"The shadows deceived me! Where are you friends glued to the walls? Why not warn me of such an intruder! Tis what I expect, I suppose, from those who are loyal to no one and have great distrust to all! Bah friends? I listen no longer to your ceaseless chatter or stop to converse with you, yet the noise won't stop!" Snape looked on for a moment before resting his pale hand onto Draco's black clad shoulder. At touch Draco bolted forward and spun on his heels to glare at Snape.
" Severus, what are you doing here!" Draco interrogated. Snape was taken aback, but he would never let it show, not in front of anyone, but Draco saw through his act and smiled wickedly.
"Do not address a Professor by his first name. It is Professor Snape, and these are my dungeons, if you haven't forgotten, I am head of Slytherin." It was smooth, like the grease in his hair, it was smooth. But underneath was unwashed fears of the son of Lucious, who seemed for to unstable to be sane.
'Rid of him.'
"Have you a reason to come and search for me, when the merry meant is else where?"
"I do, Miss Granger believes you to be insane, from what I've seen she wasn't to far off. I could, however, make a cover up, as t not get to many people involved in this. There is a potion that is meant to clear up these things, and bring one back if one is not too far into the… sickness. Of course, there always is St. Mungo's, and I am sure the school would love that news, especially Potter and his mindless followers, lets not give them the satisfaction of seeing you shipped off, in a sense. It would just boost their stupid self esteem, though I'm not sure how much more they could take before they explode."
Draco simply raised a delicate eyebrow. The made Snape shiver, but he continued.
"Would you wish me to contact your parents about this? Leave the decision I their hands… I could owl them if you wanted." At this Draco laughed, not a secure laugh, not one given at the end of a joke kind of laugh, not a laugh that starts in you belly and works it way up to your chest and is given out in a jolly, thick manner, but one that is empty, and almost sinister, off balance in a way. Severus was worried, not for Draco, but for himself.
"You can owl all you want, you won't get a reply! (heehee) You see, they've been sort of (hohohaha) preoccupied with their (hah hah) DEATHS! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha..ha..ha ho Ahem, um, don't you find that in the least bit funny?" Severus looked white as a sheet, he started backing away from where Draco was. "No, well you will! I have no real want to kill you Sevvie, I sort of enjoyed your company… Perhaps I… no, no your death is the only way I'd be able to sleep."
TBC
*Styx is the river in the under world. To cross it is the only way your soul would be at rest, however it was to wild to cross with out a boat, so the boatman Charon had to take the few who meet the requirements across to Hades. You had to meet these two requirements : 1. You had to give Charon a coin, and the only way to obtain a coin after death is to be buried with one. 2. You had to be buried with all your body parts, I know, that's not unusual now, but it was back then! There, your Greek Mythology lesson for the day, if I misspelled Charon please correct me. And I am looking for insight on how Ulysses got across the Styx when he wasn't dead! Please send e-mails, or simply answer in the review section for EVERYONE to see ^_^!
