I
feel a little bit left of center
but then again we've all been
there before
Every time I see a lost cause coming
it's nothing
less, nothing more
The
next day felt like it would never end. Darcy's head was filled with
endless thoughts of that fairly disturbing dream. It drifted through
her mind at random moments, driving her crazy. She could barley
concentrate on her studies, and her sense of humor was slowly falling
down the drain.
That day in transfiguration, Darcy accidentaly
transfigured a chair into a chinchilla, and her and Fred spent the
rest of the class trying to catch the damn devil.
Things didn't
go much better than that...
Danielle was worried. Her sister was
inevitably going downhill... fast. her writing was clumsy and her
jokes lacked the usual enthusiasm. Hair, a disarray, and their
clothes no longer had a 'right off the same clothing rack' appeal. It
disturbed her...
George tried many times to get it out of the
stubborn 16 year old, but all she ever did was give some quirky
remark and wave it away with one, pale, slim hand. Fred also tried,
but all he got was a snub and a casual smirk.
Darcy was going...
going... gone.
Every
time I get lost in paradise
I find a way to screw it up
somehow
It's not the way it's supposed to be
but it'll do for
now
Esme
sat on her four poster, doing extremely mind retching history of
magic homework. Her quill scratched on the heavy stack of parchment
as her nose twitched in consentration. Hogwarts:
A History lay sprawld
out beside her curled up knees, and the pages leafed through as a
breeze came through the open window. She smelled the air and her skin
prickled. She hated being inside at night. It bothered her to no
end. Her insides churned in longing, but she would conform to the
rules... for once.
As she started to finish, she picked up
Hogwarts: A History and
read a bit about her fairly new school. It somewhat facinated her.
Her long fingers flicked through the pages as her honey colored eyes
scimed across the pages. Suddenly, she felt someone at her
door.
Pansy Parkinson. She stood there with her hands on her
petite little hips and her lips stuck in a weird smirk.
"I
hear you're older sister... What was her name? Darcy?" She
thought for moment, "yeah thats it... I hear she going
downhill... A little," She spun her index finger in a swirl
around her temple," Coo-coo..!"
Esme's lip twitched
and she just kept reading. Until Pansy said something she'd
regret...
"I guess thats nothing new to your ears is it?"
Pansy hissed, literally, "All of you are a few marbles short,
aren't you?" She snickered before saying, "You all
mistakes... Especially you!"
Esme flung her legs off the
bed, Hogwarts: A History
slamming shut as she
lept off her bed. She landed right infront of Pansy, crouching like a
cat. She straightened up to come face to face with the shocked
Slytherin Princess. She snarled and and spit in her face. Pansy
freaked and took a punch at Esme. She easily dodged and grabbed Pansy
by the throught.
"Keep you stupid, uneducated mouth closed
or I'll send you flying home to momma without a train..." She
closed her knuckles tighter around Pansy's neck, but not enough for
her to not be able to breathe. Pansy laughed a bit and flipped her
off, mouthing, 'Try!'.
Esme laughed a very sinister laugh, and
kicked open the door that Pansy had recently closed. It burst open,
and she put Pansy in the doorframe and paused.
"Last
chance..." She growled in her low, scottish
accent,"Princess?"
Pansy only laughed. Esme smirked and
snarled, then threw Pansy out into the common room. She landed with a
thump on the floor, and sat up with a bloody nose. She looked down
the hall to where Esme stood, her hands on her round hips, smiling.
Pansy relised how far she had been thrown and stood up quickly, tears
in her eyes. She ran off to probably find her Dracy Poo, and tell her
little sob story... all in her favour.
When
you're right, you're right
Everything else in my life just might
be wrong
You're wrong all the time
Esme
now sat on her window sill, giggling huskily about the look on the
little flowers face when she threw her from the door. The breeze
caught in her white-blond hair and it blew around her chisled face,
blowing around her relaxed jaw. She sighed and woshed to be outside,
breathing in the air and gazeing at the moon. Her spine tingled with
the thought. She wished to let loose, be wild... herself.
She
could never be that way again.
She sat her chin in her palm and
sighed again, this time thinking of what Pmasy had said about Darcy.
Was it true? Was she really that bad? She would have to ask Danni
tomorrow.
"So, you're the one who made little Pansy Wansy
come crying to her 'Dracy Poo'." a sexy, spine tingling voice
came from behind Esme. She wipped around and saw Draco Malfoy laying
on her bed, arms behind his head, eyes closed.
"Jesus,
Draco!" Esme exclaimed, sliding(like a cat mind you) off her
window perch. "You nearly gave me a... Nevermind. I can't get
those." She laughed, but Draco looked a bit confused.
"What
do you mean by that?" he asked, sitting up, "You were going
to say heart attack, weren't you?"
"Um... yeah...
uh... HOW IN THE MOONS SAKE DID YOU GET IN HERE!?"
Draco
laughed and layed back down, streching his arms over his head. "I
have my ways, Es'."
So
far so good 'cause no one knows I'm faking
I wish I could show you
the toll it's taking
Sometimes I live as if there's no tomorrow
So
far so good
Esme
laughed and went to sit by him.
"So what did Pansy do to
make you do that?" He asked, looking at her with his sky blue
eyes, "You threw her far... she must have been herself,
right?"
Esme giggled. "Somewhat. She insulted my
sisters and I. That doesn't go over well with us..." Draco
nodded in acknowledgement, and Esme noticed his shirt was unbottoned
to the middle of his chest. Her eyes accidentily wandered down it,
taking in every inch of him, every smell. She snapped out of it went
he sat up, startling her. He was quite a bit taller than her even
sitting down, so she was looking at his neck. Her honey orbs looked
up and saw Draco smirking.He leant down a bit and the smell of his
colonge and sweat filled her nose and she quietly purred alittle. She
mentally slapped herself for doing that but he seemed not to notice.
I
better find a way to cross my fingers
half the luck'll get me
twice as far
I'm sick and tired of coming up for air
it
shouldn't be this hard
His
eyes met hers and he smiled.
"You confuse me, Es'" he
cocked his head to the side in an irresitable way, "I respect a
woman who can stand up to that bitch of a girl." he was so close
to Esme's face she could smell his breath and it made her spine
tingle. She hated this... He was probably her only friend at the
moment. She couldn't bare to lose him.
"Draco..." she
purred, and she slapped herself again.
He didn't say anything but
planted a soft kiss on her lips. He tasted good to her and she almost
whined when he pulled away.
"See in the morning, Es',"
he cooed, kissing her on the cheek. He got up and walked out of her
room, closing the door quietly behind him.
Every
little bit'll help I wonder
if it's enough or did I cross the
line
The kitchen counter is a bad reminder of a better time
Esme
sat there shocked for moment before slamming onto her bed a screaming
in delight. She stopped when she heard her roomates Aimee, Rose, and
Roxette came in the room laughing.
"Hey, Esme!" they
chimed. They were always nice to her, but she didn't consider them
friends... but maybe she would one day.
"Hey guys!" she
replied.
"We just saw draco come from this room!" Aimee
cried.
"Yeah!" Roxette joined, going to her bed and
plopping herself down."How did he managed that!?"
"I
have no idea..." Esme said truthfully.
"Well, no
matter, "Rose replied."Night guys!" She laughed and
climbed into bed after she changed into her p.j's.
How
did you do that, Draco?
Esme thought as she lay in bed that night. I'll
figure it out. Just you wait, human boy... I'll hunt you in my girl
skin... but celebrate as a vampire...
When
you're right
Everything else you messed up just might be
wrong
You're wrong all the time