Hey ppl! This is the second chapter... cool huh? :) It hasn't been long since I wrote
the first chapter, so I hope ya'll still remember it, oh, and if you're reading this, it means
you loved my first chapter! Sweet! Well, I guess I'd better get on and start to write...
hopefully J.K. Rowling will email me bax... ok, I'll start writing. Oh, but one other thing, I
thank Ms. E.J. Malfoy for letting me post this particular story on her site. She is Queen of
all the internet!*bows low*
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING, except the plot. :)
Title: Fire Burning Dragon
Author: krissy
Chapter Two: Red Beauty Dream
Summary: This chapter is of Draco's thoughts about the starting over summer, includes a
dream*cough, Ginny, cough* of someone... TTyl
Draco stumbled through the dark as he turned to reach for the doorknob, which
seem so far away. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as his thoughts raced. What
was all the noise? Yells could be heard from far away, but they seemed so close. "Master
Draco!" cried a tiny voice into the room as Draco was about to open his door. "Who's
there?" his asked cautiously. "Tis' me Sir, Tippy." the wee voice called from his closet.
Walking swiftly over to the closet, he pulled it open violently and glared at the miniature
House-Elf sitting on the closet floor in tears. "Master, I twas locked in! By Ripley!" the
servant cried. "Well why didn't you use your powers to open the door?" Draco asked
angrily, frowning his eyebrows. "Twas' a special Elf seal that can only be broken if a
wizard or another 'ouse elf opens door. Truly sorry, me is!" the tiny elf said while kissing
the hem of Draco's pajama pants. "That's enough! Return to your sleeping quarters and
you have double work tomorrow! If you fail, its clothes." Draco shouted at the elf,
annoyed and deprived of his sleep. "No Sir! Not clothes!!!" the teensy creature cried with
tears pouring out of her humongous brown eyes. "GO!" yelled Draco over its wailing. The
runt of an elf ran as fast as its feet could carry out of his room, with Draco following
behind it to close the door. Shaking his head, Draco walked back over to his bed and
flopped, face down, on the bed fully awake.
The screams he had been hearing were not that of the elf, but of people being
tortured in the darkness of his dream. Women were screaming for the Death Eaters not to
rape them and children were crying out to their mothers watching the whole thing take
place and if they were old enough, the older men would rape even the smaller girls.
Images flashed through his mind as he remembered being forced to watch all this while his
father, Lucius Malfoy, held Draco's head straight, making sure he was watching, all the
time laughing. Pictures of Voldemort were becoming ever clearer in his mind. Just as
Draco remembered him. Always a sinister smile on his face, a look of determination.
Everything stopped when he went to kill Potter. Potter was blessed with that horrible scar
and dubbed Mr. Popularity the rest of his life. Potter had everything, the friends, the talent
of Quidditch, even the girls would look at him admiringly.
Draco smirked in the darkness to himself. Why should he worry about Potter? He
meant nothing to him, but everything he thought always seemed to lead to him. Eyes
drooping, Draco turned over and started thinking of the color red, since that was the color
of his pillow case. 'Red like Ginny Weasley's hair' Draco thought to himself. "Ginny
Weasley!" Draco whispered and sat up in his bed. Where did that come from? He
despised the Weasleys. The way that they had no money sent a shiver up his spine because
he had to go to school with them. "Mudblood lovers..." Draco muttered to himself, as he
drifted off to sleep as the moon crept up the bed and onto his face as he slept.
The following morning, around 10:00am, a church bell rang from afar and the sound floated into Draco's room.
the first chapter, so I hope ya'll still remember it, oh, and if you're reading this, it means
you loved my first chapter! Sweet! Well, I guess I'd better get on and start to write...
hopefully J.K. Rowling will email me bax... ok, I'll start writing. Oh, but one other thing, I
thank Ms. E.J. Malfoy for letting me post this particular story on her site. She is Queen of
all the internet!*bows low*
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING, except the plot. :)
Title: Fire Burning Dragon
Author: krissy
Chapter Two: Red Beauty Dream
Summary: This chapter is of Draco's thoughts about the starting over summer, includes a
dream*cough, Ginny, cough* of someone... TTyl
Draco stumbled through the dark as he turned to reach for the doorknob, which
seem so far away. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as his thoughts raced. What
was all the noise? Yells could be heard from far away, but they seemed so close. "Master
Draco!" cried a tiny voice into the room as Draco was about to open his door. "Who's
there?" his asked cautiously. "Tis' me Sir, Tippy." the wee voice called from his closet.
Walking swiftly over to the closet, he pulled it open violently and glared at the miniature
House-Elf sitting on the closet floor in tears. "Master, I twas locked in! By Ripley!" the
servant cried. "Well why didn't you use your powers to open the door?" Draco asked
angrily, frowning his eyebrows. "Twas' a special Elf seal that can only be broken if a
wizard or another 'ouse elf opens door. Truly sorry, me is!" the tiny elf said while kissing
the hem of Draco's pajama pants. "That's enough! Return to your sleeping quarters and
you have double work tomorrow! If you fail, its clothes." Draco shouted at the elf,
annoyed and deprived of his sleep. "No Sir! Not clothes!!!" the teensy creature cried with
tears pouring out of her humongous brown eyes. "GO!" yelled Draco over its wailing. The
runt of an elf ran as fast as its feet could carry out of his room, with Draco following
behind it to close the door. Shaking his head, Draco walked back over to his bed and
flopped, face down, on the bed fully awake.
The screams he had been hearing were not that of the elf, but of people being
tortured in the darkness of his dream. Women were screaming for the Death Eaters not to
rape them and children were crying out to their mothers watching the whole thing take
place and if they were old enough, the older men would rape even the smaller girls.
Images flashed through his mind as he remembered being forced to watch all this while his
father, Lucius Malfoy, held Draco's head straight, making sure he was watching, all the
time laughing. Pictures of Voldemort were becoming ever clearer in his mind. Just as
Draco remembered him. Always a sinister smile on his face, a look of determination.
Everything stopped when he went to kill Potter. Potter was blessed with that horrible scar
and dubbed Mr. Popularity the rest of his life. Potter had everything, the friends, the talent
of Quidditch, even the girls would look at him admiringly.
Draco smirked in the darkness to himself. Why should he worry about Potter? He
meant nothing to him, but everything he thought always seemed to lead to him. Eyes
drooping, Draco turned over and started thinking of the color red, since that was the color
of his pillow case. 'Red like Ginny Weasley's hair' Draco thought to himself. "Ginny
Weasley!" Draco whispered and sat up in his bed. Where did that come from? He
despised the Weasleys. The way that they had no money sent a shiver up his spine because
he had to go to school with them. "Mudblood lovers..." Draco muttered to himself, as he
drifted off to sleep as the moon crept up the bed and onto his face as he slept.
The following morning, around 10:00am, a church bell rang from afar and the sound floated into Draco's room.
