'You're no good for me,
I don't need nobody
Don't need no one
You're no good for me'
Prodigy (The Rest, The Unreleased! THE LAST), No Good (Start the Dance)
You know those people you just hate, but you must interact with them every fucken day of the week. Of course you know, this sort of dogmatic conservative illiberal ass-holes, just like some of your teachers (but NOT all of them). Like my Careers teacher, perhaps. She hates me. And I'm so sweet, adorable, and amiable. Last class, she asked me to stay after class because eventually I was not paying attention (Me to do something profane like that? No way, Jose), and than she came up to me, with her dirty smelly breath. She said: -"Is there anything you want to tell me, Maria?". Of course, that is why she was making me sit in totally quiet, doing nothing for about half and house. She wanted to me to think about what have I done. Even though I have done nothing. That is damn hard, bitch. I wanted to answer her something like 'Nothing bitch, go back to the asylum you ran away from'. Instead, I said sweetly: -"I am sorry I acted so impulsive (I don't even know if that's grammatically correct.)"
And you see, the point of this story is that the most of teachers are evil. But there are some nice ones like my Latin teacher. Now, now, it is true that last class whole thing he was saying was 'Maria, would you stop talking' and variations on that, but he's cool.
Advocating: blah, blah, blah, I thieved some characters from J. K. Rowling, and I want to say I'm utterly sorry for abusing them in my works.
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Ancilla bared her teeth not wanting to believe what she just heard. Severus hugged her, but she stood on the very spot beside the door, broken.
-"He left this." - Severus gave her a black envelope. She accepted it. Severus didn't need to say it's for her. She knew it.
-"I thought you might want to read it... spend some time by yourself. I wouldn't mind taking over your class for the last period.
-"Thanks" - she said, lifelessly, walking away.
To her chambers, she went. She sat on the couch before she opened the envelope. Inside, the neat writing said:
'My dearest daughter, the only one I have,
Forgive me, even though I could have said good-bye to you in person, but I just figured out that it would be too painful for both of us. You are much courageous when you don't have to face anyone.
I could go on and on with irrelevant points like anyone cares for them. The point is - you're my only heir. Leonard is no good. All the fortune goes to you. I have only one wish for you to do me. I want a heir. Don't die without leaving a heir. The bloodline must go on.
I guess you should be with Lucius. I never liked him that much, but you are the one who loves him, and that's what is important. I want you to be happy.
Love,
Julius Erich Deitrich'
Ancilla neurasthenically compressed the paper in her hands, breathing heavily. Strangely enough, she couldn't cry. My dead father wants me to happy. My only happiness comes with Lucius. Lucius turned out to be a total jerk. She could just silently sob, cuddled on her bad.
Next morning, she felt incredibly shitty. She bitched first two classes she had so much, that few students run out of the classroom, crying. She had class with Slytherins and Gryffindors sixth year. She insulted Hermione so much when Hermione tried to correct her as made a mere mistake. She wasn't even herself conscious what she had said. Against his will, when Hermione run out, Draco had to run behind her, because Harry wasn't too happy what happened. Ancilla got pissed off by Draco so much for running after Hermione that she abducted Slytherin twenty points. Draco wasn't there to witness it, because she did when Draco already left the classroom. Ancilla swore that she must inform Lucius about this. But than she remember that Lucius turned out to be impious bitch.
-"Next person I notice doing something I don't like can consider that he or she lost one hundred points for its house" - she said, dangerously. Everyone knew that they shouldn't cross her. Because Lee Jordan crossed her, and she fulfilled her promise to take him around the tour of Azkeban. He came back all sweaty, not being able to breath properly.
After she assailed her second period, she went to her office to be alone. As soon as she was out of Neville's sight, he cracked, crying and whining loudly.
Ron and Harry tried to calm him down. Due to being impossible, they just left him, heading to have Neville-less lunch at the Great Hall.
-"Isn't she in a bad mood?" - Ron said, ironically. They tried to look for Hermione to eat lunch with, but they couldn't find her.
-"She insulted Hermione so much" - Harry said, restlessly.
-"And why did Malfoy run after her?" - Ron was bewildered to find out the answer.
-"I can't tell you" - Harry sighed, merely. Right now, he was preoccupied to decide will be he eating beef or schnitzel.
They have been enjoying the delicious food of Hogwarts they haven't noticed Hermione coming over, and joining them.
-"Hello guys" - she said cheerfully.
-"Why are you so cheerful?" - Ron asked, sarcastically.
-"Because Draco promised me he will have his father to talk to that -- that -- Professor Deitrich and tell her not to insult any Muggle-borns any more. And he said that if she continues with her regime, his father will get her ass kicked out of Hogwarts" - Hermione spoke gleefully.
'Lucius will kick something else in her ass, alright' Harry was thinking. Suddenly he realised that Hermione's happiness is the result of a coerce. Draco didn't like her at all. How could he have been lying all the terrible lies to Hermione.
-"Hermione, I would like to see Lucius Malfoy saying something nice about Muggle-borns. But he would by his preference rather go down onto Professor Deitrich than bitch her about Muggle-borns" - Ron argued.
-"Oh, he would go down onto her in any case" - Harry heard himself, uttering. Both Hermione and Ron heard it.
-"Pardon me?" - Hermione gasped - "but Lucius Malfoy may be my future father-in-law, and by any concerns he would never look for anything in any other women than his own" - Hermione stated, remarkably. Draco filled her head with crap about his family that she actually believed. She thought that Lucius Malfoy was really brainwashed when he decided to join Lord Voldemort.
-"Whatever" - Ron said under his breath, trying to forget what Hermione just said.
Draco was mourning himself for what happened to him today. As he run after Hermione, he brought her up, but brought down his opinion at Professor Deitrich. She was his goddamn godmother after all. He met her in the hallway as he headed towards the common room. She swapped past him, saying nothing. Primarily because she was mad at him for having anything to do with the Mudblood Granger, second because of his moronic father, to pick a younger girl over her.
He didn't like the way she just behaved at him. He gave the password to the wall, and went inside the common room. Lisaa Niimro approached him.
-"Draco, the thing you've done to Hermione today, wow, that was astonishing, super. It is good that someone finally stands up Professor Deitrich with her Muggle insults..."
-"Shut up Mudblood" - he snarled at her, pushing her aside.
Pansy was the next one to 'bully' him.
-"Draco Malfoy, how could you protect the Mudblood today?" - she asked, confronting him. He pushed her aside, too.
-"Your father sure wouldn't be happy to find out about you and the Mudblood, Malfoy." - Pansy spitefully exclaimed after him. Draco turned around, retorting: -"Fuck you, you bitch. Don't you ever dare do something like that."
Pansy did not prattle Draco to his father. Ancilla didn't either. She had nothing to do with Lucius anymore, and it is none of her business. Draco seemed smug to her (she thought that Lucius re-programmed his son against her). She was hid godmother, still. Who cares, her father just died and Leonard came back, asking for the inheritance. Her father wanted him to have nothing, and he shan't have anything. Julius disowned Leonard.
Despite to what Ancilla was thinking horrible about Lucius, he felt sorry for her when he heard that his father died. She was there for him when his father died, giving him all the support he needed, and she didn't have him to help her out, now. He decided he has to see her and say he is sorry because the death of her father. Nothing else of course, just formalities. It was done with them. He actually felt sorry for what he said to her.
He headed out of his house, descending the long stairs into the hall. Before he went out, he peeked into the living room. On his surprised, Victoria and his wife, Narcissa were chatting there. It really puzzled him. They were supposed to be in fight. He didn't feel like greeting neither of them.
-"I spoke to Lucius few days ago. He said all the bad stuff about Mrs Ancilla Deitrich, like he does not like her as much as he used to" - Victoria was talking vividly to Narcissa.
-"I would not bet on that. He loves her. His love shan't vanish just like that" - Narcissa curled her thin lip. She wore lipstick in rosy pink.
-"Who cares, he is mad at her. Let's cheer" - Victoria said, pouring two single shot of cherry brandy for each of them.
-"Cheers" - they beamed.
Could they possibly suspect that Lucius was heading towards Ancilla right now. He looked for her in her office, but she wasn't there. Than he went to her chambers, and as he knocked the door, she merely opened them, but as soon as she saw him, she tried to slam the door into his face. He was ready for this, and he reacted by pushing the door foreword. Inevitably, he pushed the door so hard that it averted her, and she found herself on the floor. Lucius tried to help her up, but she pushed away, snapping on him: -"Go away, Lucius because if you have something else insulting to say, I am no willing to listen."
-"I did not come to insult you, ma chèr" - he said in soft voice. Her body went through a tremor on hearing 'ma chèr'.
She couldn't lie to herself, Lucius did look adorable. He was wearing grey textured suit with beige cravat and shirt. Over that, khaki trench coat swirled around him. As much as he was growing older, he wore lighter colours more and more often. Black garments made him look all scary and sexy, but in lighter colours he appeared a lot younger.
-"Oh, than you came to harass me" - she snapped. She did not appear the prettiest she could. She was all bothered and neurasthenic with quick gestures and pale face complexion.
-"I did not come to harass you, either. And if you're just going to list all the synonyms of 'harass' or 'insult', than my answer is no to all of them" - he said determinably to her, in clear voice.
-"Oh, so you came to mock me" - Ancilla said feebly.
-"Have it your own way, but I really felt bad when I heard that your father died" - Lucius said in soft voice. His face was clement with honest eyes.
-"He did not die, he committed a suicide" - Ancilla snapped at him. She had a desire to have Lucius hugging her.
-"I am sorry" - Lucius sighed deeply, loosening his tie.
-"It is okay. And what else are you sorry for?" - she said in staunch voice. Her eyes were fixed on his face and his light blond hair. As small, she was jealous on him because she wanted blond hair like he had.
-"I am sorry because all of the things I said to you. Victoria means nothing to me; you are the one I love. And when I said I regret that I love you, well - err - that is not true, because if I regretted, I would not love you anymore" - he said sweetly. He wanted to approach her to hug her, but she was faster.
-"I came here to make up with you because I remember how much you helped me when my father died" - he told her, petting her hair that flowed over his shoulder.
-"Lucius, would you mind staying here with me in the evening. I really detest being alone in those kinds of situations. I can face no one accept you anymore" - she said, burying her head into his chest, and hugging him tighter.
She was smelling his vigorous scent again. His cologne was really erotic.
Sirius Black was working hard on the counterintelligence service, the Order of Phoenix. They tried their best to find out Lord Voldemort's plans and collapse them. But that was practically impossible. The Order of Phoenix did not know who the Death Eater is and who isn't.
Severus Snape became less and less effective when it came to informing Dumbledore and prattling onto the Death Eaters. Eventually, he had to bring him some report.
-"Severus, how incredibly enchanting to see you; would you please sit down" - he said gleefully, as Severus came into his office. Severus appeared ominous, as he usually would.
-"I have an important news for you, Albus" - Severus said, rubbing his hands sneakily. He picked up this habit of Ancilla. It was her neuroticism. He felt cold, even though it was April.
-"So shoot it" - Dumbledore transformed his face into business-like, eager to hear out Severus.
-"Twenty two years ago, there was a conspiracy against James Potter. Just this morning, the Death Eaters were having a meeting. There is a conspiracy against Harry Potter" - Severus said.
-"What can you tell me about it?" - Dumbledore twisted his lips. This did not sound good.
-"Unfortunately nothing. I do not know any slightest detail about it. Though there are people who plotted it all, but I just shan't ask them because it will be too risky" - Snape lied. Of course he knew every single detail of the manoeuvre; he plotted it. But why would he let Dumbledore ruin his plans?
-"Very well. I hope you will report to me as soon as you find out anything" - Dumbledore said strictly.
-"Of course. Good day to you" - Severus said, walking so lightly out of the room that it appeared just as he was floating.
It was 5 o'clock, azure sky just started emerging from the caliginous horizon. Draco knew that this will be easy. He had to frame Harry Potter. He could not stand Hermione Granger anymore. She was just plain annoying. She never did anything fun with him, she just made him study. All the popularity of Draco's was barbarically purged, and he still had to pretend in front of Hermione that he did not care for notoriety. At least he proved himself how good actor he was. He was fooling Hermione like that ::snaps her fingers::.
He headed towards the broom cupboard. That is where Harry left his broom the other night. He approached the broom, taking his wand out, and saying some ambiguous words to British ear. It was a curse Ancilla Deitrich showed them in her class. Nothing shall stop Harry from being hurt in the Quidditch match.
That morning, it was a Quidditch match, Gryffindor against Revenclaw. The game set off. When the game started, it was just fine, but later on, the Firebolt would vibrate a lot when it would go high (something that was not customary for Firebolt). At the end, it was so bad that Harry could not fly. Of course, Gryffindor won, but the Revenclaw Seeker caught the Snitch because Harry crushed off the Firebolt, and had to be taken to the hospital.
After the match, Professor Dumbledore had taken the broom to examine. He was kneeling on the empty Quidditch pitch. He was saying all the unclear little things, while McGonagall was kneeling beside him, pushing her nose to see what charm Dumbledore is trying now.
Snape and Deitrich were eager to find out what happened to the broom, so they went over to them.
-"Have you found out anything, Albus?" - Severus asked. Ancilla was standing beside him, looking at the broom with opaque eyes.
-"Nothing for now" - Albus sighed. Ancilla stared sarcastically at him. She knew many other ways to check what's up with the broom. When she asked Dumbledore if she can check it, McGonagall gave her a mean look.
-"Of course, Ancilla" - Dumbledore said, getting up, and helping Minerva up, too.
Ancilla lowered herself down, trying everything she could think of. Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore stared curiously at her from standing poses. They kept silent as she was working.
-"I know what's with this broom" - she said guilefully. Her conceitedness was becoming bigger and bigger by every moment.
-"So will you tell us?" - McGonagall asked. They were inquisitive to find out what it was, because she kept them waiting for long time. They became nervous.
-"It is an Indian curse. Apparently, I taught it in my class just so the students know some other types of magic" - She said, as Severus helped her to stand up.
-"Hah!, I knew it was you who set the curse on the broom. You are the one that knows all the revisionism by the heart" - Minerva snapped at her, looking around for support from Severus or Albus. She got it from neither.
-"Such a nice opinion about me, Minerva you have. However, the curse is not set properly, so it might be one of the students" - she said, arrogantly. Of course, she knew something they didn't.
-"Who it might be?" - Dumbledore wondered. He had the idea, but no proof.
-"Well you just think about it, and I am going to the lunch" - she said, practically running away from them. She knew who it must be. It must be Draco. He was the one particularly interested in different kinds of magic. Another one was Lee Jordan, but Lee would never do that to Harry.
She assumed that Draco has to be in the Great Hall right now, and she run there. The lunch was almost over, and if she can not find him in there, she will have to comb the whole school to find him. She just had to speak to him.
And there he was -- in the Great Hall. He was sitting at the Gryffindor table with the Mudblood. From the distance, the Mudblood Granger didn't seem at all like she suspected Draco.
-"Draco Malfoy, I expect to see you after the lunch in my office; other way, you should consider yourself expelled" - she said to him in haunting voice as she approached them.
Draco nodded his head slightly, as Hermione gave loathsome stare to Deitrich. Deitrich did not care to comprehend it, just went out of the hall.
Draco figured out that she knows it was him to set the curse on the broom. After he finished eating, he went over to her office. As he stepped inside, he tried hard not to cough from all the cigarette smoke he inhaled. She was leaning in her chair, rubbing her hand together. A full ashtray was in front of Draco. She beckoned Draco to sit opposite of her.
-"Did you have fun with broom cursing, Draco?" - she him sharply. He did not like the venomous glint in her dark eyes.
-"I do not know what are you talking about" - Draco sighed, sounding pretty cheap.
-"You do know well what I'm talking about" - she briskly got up from her chair, walking around the table, and leaning in front of Draco. Her head was about ten centimetres away from his. Draco shimmered as her left hand rested on his cheek. He could't stand staring at her eyes; they turned into a maelstrom.
-"Now Draco, tell me: why did you curse the broom?" - she said smooth voice. Draco thought, or better hoped that she was doing this as a sign of hitting onto, but she didn't. She learnt how to use imminence as a way to get things out of people.
-"I hate Potter; he deserves to die. I do not care for him" - he snapped. As soon as he did that, she moved away from him. He blamed himself so reacting so unprompted. Maybe she would even kiss him if he was averting to give her the answer.
-"Only people who say that other people deserve to die are the one who actually deserve to die" - she said, lifelessly.
Draco didn't want to say anything. Damn, she was so close to him. He could have kissed her himself. He imagined himself drawing his lips to her, as she grabbed his cravat and pushed him to herself.
-"What do you have with the Mudblood?" - Ancilla said next. He found her standing backwards to him, in front of the window, arms folded.
-"Nothing" - Draco said bitterly, studying her figure.
-"Your father would not like to find out about you and her" - she said in acid tone.
-"Why do you care for my father so much? I mean, what is the thing between you two" - he almost exclaimed. She abruptly turned around to face him.
-"That is none of your business" - said she. What was Draco aiming at?
-"Don't lie to me. You made me tell you the truth, now you tell me" - he stood up. She found him standing in front of her. He was taller than her now. His arms were in the same position Lucius' was when he was mad.
-"I do not know if you are ready for it" - she sighed, melancholically. Draco briskly bared her around her body to the table behind her.
-"Of course I am ready for it" - of course he wasn't ready. He was mad now. He loved her. Her long hair was touching his lithe chest.
-"Do you want me to tell you the whole story of Lucius and me" - she asked, mock-teasingly.
-"Everything, when you met, how your started your thing between you, everything" - Draco said. Indeed, he was afraid of the truth, but he wanted to hear it. He had the feeling she shan't be mendacious to him at all.
-"You asked for it, Draco.
"I know your father my whole life. We were practically playing with each other before we could even speak. But those parts are unimportant.
"As we went to Hogwarts, we were both in the same year, in house of Slytherin, naturally. When we were younger, he always seemed to annoy me and pester me on purpose. Somewhere in grade two, just for fun, I dared him to kiss me. I didn't believe he will do it, so I was surpassed that he did so. He said he likes me, the very next day, and that he would like to date me. Whatsoever, I was engaged as soon as I was born, and I knew if my father would found out about me going out with Lucius, he will be mad at me. I told Lucius that we can not be together. He smiled and said that I am pretty, even though I am too mean to some people.
"We were just friends, until the Christmas night in the grade five. We were both serving detentions because what we did, I can not remember what it was. Nevertheless, the conflict got us in fight, and we were not speaking to each other, as we did served our detention, which was to clean all the desks in one of the classroom. Lucius got his finger hurt, and he started whining to me, seeking for the attention. I took his hand and kissed his finger. He told me he thinks I am really pretty, than. I smiled, and he told me to close my eyes, that he has something for me. I knew that he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't care. I closed my eyes, and he did so.
"After that, he was really nagging me to be with him. He would basically stalk me. Severus, who was in the same year with us, told me Lucius really like me, and that I should give him a chance. But I couldn't, morally not. Your father didn't stop, until one night we stayed alone in the common room, studying. He went over to me, and said how he likes me a lot. I admitted him I like him a lot, too. He said that we have to be together, and no one can know about that. I couldn't say no to that. He was just too adorable to be missed as a chance.
"As the time passed, our relationship, that only few people knew about, lasted. I felt how I like him more and more. I wasn't sure about that until one night. Lucius sickened me with all those girls he would date beside me. He found it just too fun. I broke to him from all the jealousy. I told him that I don't like him anymore. I loved him. He loved me, too. Inevitably, I loved him so much that I felt that I will die if I am not with him. But as the time passed, I knew that I have to marry Calvin Scorge, and forget about your father, Lucius. Lucius got really mad at me for not going to graduation with him. He went with Narcissa Bruckner, your mother, and James Potter asked me to go with him. I didn't know him very well before, but he couldn't get date with Lily Evans, that stupid Mudblood girl, because Severus Snape got her already..."
-"Professor Snape liked Potter's mother?" - Draco gasped. The whole story became more and more incredible to him. His arms were tightly touching her waist now.
-"Yes, but don't you ever dare to mention to him that, or anything have I told you or I am about to tell you. And don't you know it is rude to interrupt people while they're talking? (-"I am sorry.") Anyway, Lucius and I ended up together, while James proposed Lily for marriage. I was so jealous because they appeared happy.
"After Hogwarts, I tended to have nothing with Lucius, accept that we both entered Lord Voldemort's service.
"My life with Calvin was awful. Over the time I realised something -- you can cheat on your husband. I did that. With Lucius, who I loved a lot by than. I guess as time passes, I love him more and more.
"Eventually, your father turned out to be a complete ass-hole for setting up James Potter, and getting him dead. I shan't forgive him that.
"Before the Lord Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter, my husband found out about your father and me. He told me a lot of things. Than he left, falling down the stairs, and he died. Lucius was happy; he thought that we can finally be together now. But we couldn't because of things Calvin said to me.
"As Lord Voldemort was conquered, I met Mathieu Bégayer, and I liked him a lot. He was wonderful. His dream was to travel around the African and Asian countries and learn their magic. I was mesmerised by him. I acted like a total bitch to your father, ditching him for Mathieu Bégayer. I do not like Mathieu as nearly as I love and adore your father.
"I came back to England last year. Dumbledore himself offered me to be a teacher at Hogwarts. I found it fun. That's how I came here" - she said, glancing onto Draco's gasping face.
So many things he just found out and he couldn't comprehend. Was she the most beautiful woman ever. And her father and she were in deep love. Suddenly he felt such a despite his father.
-"Will you let me go now?" - she said, referring to him, holding her tight to the table. Draco's whole body was leaning on hers. She felt uncomfortable.
-"No" - Draco said. He wanted to kiss her so badly. -"Can I kiss you?"
-"No" - she answered, feebly. She was sure that there was no way he will kiss her. But he did, leaning all of his body onto her, and gripping his body tightly. Ancilla was petrified for a moment, than she pushed him away from her.
-"What do you think you are doing?" - she asked, in dire voice. She was still leaning on the table, and Draco was the one who got of her.
-"I was kissing you" - he said, innocently.
-"Draco, for God's sake, I can be your mother..."
-"That doesn't matter. Your beloved Lucius goes off and fucks chicks that he can be father to. He doesn't care" - he snapped at her, grabbing her arm.
-"What do you want from me?" - she asked him, naïvely. Wasn't she a naïveté?
-"I like you." - He said to her, desperately. He finally confessed her that.
-"Draco, you're not Lucius. I don't love you, I love Lucius" - she said, stroking his cheek, motheringly. Draco tried to wrap his arm around her waist, but she reacted to him, saying: -"Go back to your dormitory, and don't tell anyone what I have just told you."
Draco did so, slamming the door behind him.
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Ma fakut mu ma frumose jula julaj la
Ma fakut mu ma frumose jula jula julaj la la jula juli la
Suman kunjim ki sem ka se jula julaj la
Kufer langa la ferjaste jula jula julaj la la jula juli la
Nisla pamum la se jula julaj la
Nisla panum la se jula jula julaj la la jula juli la
Nislja lanjem bate tura jula julaj la
Kese cljamne kum majuru jula jula julaj la la jula juli la
'Ma fakut mu ma frumose (My mother gave birth and beauty to me)"
I don't need nobody
Don't need no one
You're no good for me'
Prodigy (The Rest, The Unreleased! THE LAST), No Good (Start the Dance)
You know those people you just hate, but you must interact with them every fucken day of the week. Of course you know, this sort of dogmatic conservative illiberal ass-holes, just like some of your teachers (but NOT all of them). Like my Careers teacher, perhaps. She hates me. And I'm so sweet, adorable, and amiable. Last class, she asked me to stay after class because eventually I was not paying attention (Me to do something profane like that? No way, Jose), and than she came up to me, with her dirty smelly breath. She said: -"Is there anything you want to tell me, Maria?". Of course, that is why she was making me sit in totally quiet, doing nothing for about half and house. She wanted to me to think about what have I done. Even though I have done nothing. That is damn hard, bitch. I wanted to answer her something like 'Nothing bitch, go back to the asylum you ran away from'. Instead, I said sweetly: -"I am sorry I acted so impulsive (I don't even know if that's grammatically correct.)"
And you see, the point of this story is that the most of teachers are evil. But there are some nice ones like my Latin teacher. Now, now, it is true that last class whole thing he was saying was 'Maria, would you stop talking' and variations on that, but he's cool.
Advocating: blah, blah, blah, I thieved some characters from J. K. Rowling, and I want to say I'm utterly sorry for abusing them in my works.
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Ancilla bared her teeth not wanting to believe what she just heard. Severus hugged her, but she stood on the very spot beside the door, broken.
-"He left this." - Severus gave her a black envelope. She accepted it. Severus didn't need to say it's for her. She knew it.
-"I thought you might want to read it... spend some time by yourself. I wouldn't mind taking over your class for the last period.
-"Thanks" - she said, lifelessly, walking away.
To her chambers, she went. She sat on the couch before she opened the envelope. Inside, the neat writing said:
'My dearest daughter, the only one I have,
Forgive me, even though I could have said good-bye to you in person, but I just figured out that it would be too painful for both of us. You are much courageous when you don't have to face anyone.
I could go on and on with irrelevant points like anyone cares for them. The point is - you're my only heir. Leonard is no good. All the fortune goes to you. I have only one wish for you to do me. I want a heir. Don't die without leaving a heir. The bloodline must go on.
I guess you should be with Lucius. I never liked him that much, but you are the one who loves him, and that's what is important. I want you to be happy.
Love,
Julius Erich Deitrich'
Ancilla neurasthenically compressed the paper in her hands, breathing heavily. Strangely enough, she couldn't cry. My dead father wants me to happy. My only happiness comes with Lucius. Lucius turned out to be a total jerk. She could just silently sob, cuddled on her bad.
Next morning, she felt incredibly shitty. She bitched first two classes she had so much, that few students run out of the classroom, crying. She had class with Slytherins and Gryffindors sixth year. She insulted Hermione so much when Hermione tried to correct her as made a mere mistake. She wasn't even herself conscious what she had said. Against his will, when Hermione run out, Draco had to run behind her, because Harry wasn't too happy what happened. Ancilla got pissed off by Draco so much for running after Hermione that she abducted Slytherin twenty points. Draco wasn't there to witness it, because she did when Draco already left the classroom. Ancilla swore that she must inform Lucius about this. But than she remember that Lucius turned out to be impious bitch.
-"Next person I notice doing something I don't like can consider that he or she lost one hundred points for its house" - she said, dangerously. Everyone knew that they shouldn't cross her. Because Lee Jordan crossed her, and she fulfilled her promise to take him around the tour of Azkeban. He came back all sweaty, not being able to breath properly.
After she assailed her second period, she went to her office to be alone. As soon as she was out of Neville's sight, he cracked, crying and whining loudly.
Ron and Harry tried to calm him down. Due to being impossible, they just left him, heading to have Neville-less lunch at the Great Hall.
-"Isn't she in a bad mood?" - Ron said, ironically. They tried to look for Hermione to eat lunch with, but they couldn't find her.
-"She insulted Hermione so much" - Harry said, restlessly.
-"And why did Malfoy run after her?" - Ron was bewildered to find out the answer.
-"I can't tell you" - Harry sighed, merely. Right now, he was preoccupied to decide will be he eating beef or schnitzel.
They have been enjoying the delicious food of Hogwarts they haven't noticed Hermione coming over, and joining them.
-"Hello guys" - she said cheerfully.
-"Why are you so cheerful?" - Ron asked, sarcastically.
-"Because Draco promised me he will have his father to talk to that -- that -- Professor Deitrich and tell her not to insult any Muggle-borns any more. And he said that if she continues with her regime, his father will get her ass kicked out of Hogwarts" - Hermione spoke gleefully.
'Lucius will kick something else in her ass, alright' Harry was thinking. Suddenly he realised that Hermione's happiness is the result of a coerce. Draco didn't like her at all. How could he have been lying all the terrible lies to Hermione.
-"Hermione, I would like to see Lucius Malfoy saying something nice about Muggle-borns. But he would by his preference rather go down onto Professor Deitrich than bitch her about Muggle-borns" - Ron argued.
-"Oh, he would go down onto her in any case" - Harry heard himself, uttering. Both Hermione and Ron heard it.
-"Pardon me?" - Hermione gasped - "but Lucius Malfoy may be my future father-in-law, and by any concerns he would never look for anything in any other women than his own" - Hermione stated, remarkably. Draco filled her head with crap about his family that she actually believed. She thought that Lucius Malfoy was really brainwashed when he decided to join Lord Voldemort.
-"Whatever" - Ron said under his breath, trying to forget what Hermione just said.
Draco was mourning himself for what happened to him today. As he run after Hermione, he brought her up, but brought down his opinion at Professor Deitrich. She was his goddamn godmother after all. He met her in the hallway as he headed towards the common room. She swapped past him, saying nothing. Primarily because she was mad at him for having anything to do with the Mudblood Granger, second because of his moronic father, to pick a younger girl over her.
He didn't like the way she just behaved at him. He gave the password to the wall, and went inside the common room. Lisaa Niimro approached him.
-"Draco, the thing you've done to Hermione today, wow, that was astonishing, super. It is good that someone finally stands up Professor Deitrich with her Muggle insults..."
-"Shut up Mudblood" - he snarled at her, pushing her aside.
Pansy was the next one to 'bully' him.
-"Draco Malfoy, how could you protect the Mudblood today?" - she asked, confronting him. He pushed her aside, too.
-"Your father sure wouldn't be happy to find out about you and the Mudblood, Malfoy." - Pansy spitefully exclaimed after him. Draco turned around, retorting: -"Fuck you, you bitch. Don't you ever dare do something like that."
Pansy did not prattle Draco to his father. Ancilla didn't either. She had nothing to do with Lucius anymore, and it is none of her business. Draco seemed smug to her (she thought that Lucius re-programmed his son against her). She was hid godmother, still. Who cares, her father just died and Leonard came back, asking for the inheritance. Her father wanted him to have nothing, and he shan't have anything. Julius disowned Leonard.
Despite to what Ancilla was thinking horrible about Lucius, he felt sorry for her when he heard that his father died. She was there for him when his father died, giving him all the support he needed, and she didn't have him to help her out, now. He decided he has to see her and say he is sorry because the death of her father. Nothing else of course, just formalities. It was done with them. He actually felt sorry for what he said to her.
He headed out of his house, descending the long stairs into the hall. Before he went out, he peeked into the living room. On his surprised, Victoria and his wife, Narcissa were chatting there. It really puzzled him. They were supposed to be in fight. He didn't feel like greeting neither of them.
-"I spoke to Lucius few days ago. He said all the bad stuff about Mrs Ancilla Deitrich, like he does not like her as much as he used to" - Victoria was talking vividly to Narcissa.
-"I would not bet on that. He loves her. His love shan't vanish just like that" - Narcissa curled her thin lip. She wore lipstick in rosy pink.
-"Who cares, he is mad at her. Let's cheer" - Victoria said, pouring two single shot of cherry brandy for each of them.
-"Cheers" - they beamed.
Could they possibly suspect that Lucius was heading towards Ancilla right now. He looked for her in her office, but she wasn't there. Than he went to her chambers, and as he knocked the door, she merely opened them, but as soon as she saw him, she tried to slam the door into his face. He was ready for this, and he reacted by pushing the door foreword. Inevitably, he pushed the door so hard that it averted her, and she found herself on the floor. Lucius tried to help her up, but she pushed away, snapping on him: -"Go away, Lucius because if you have something else insulting to say, I am no willing to listen."
-"I did not come to insult you, ma chèr" - he said in soft voice. Her body went through a tremor on hearing 'ma chèr'.
She couldn't lie to herself, Lucius did look adorable. He was wearing grey textured suit with beige cravat and shirt. Over that, khaki trench coat swirled around him. As much as he was growing older, he wore lighter colours more and more often. Black garments made him look all scary and sexy, but in lighter colours he appeared a lot younger.
-"Oh, than you came to harass me" - she snapped. She did not appear the prettiest she could. She was all bothered and neurasthenic with quick gestures and pale face complexion.
-"I did not come to harass you, either. And if you're just going to list all the synonyms of 'harass' or 'insult', than my answer is no to all of them" - he said determinably to her, in clear voice.
-"Oh, so you came to mock me" - Ancilla said feebly.
-"Have it your own way, but I really felt bad when I heard that your father died" - Lucius said in soft voice. His face was clement with honest eyes.
-"He did not die, he committed a suicide" - Ancilla snapped at him. She had a desire to have Lucius hugging her.
-"I am sorry" - Lucius sighed deeply, loosening his tie.
-"It is okay. And what else are you sorry for?" - she said in staunch voice. Her eyes were fixed on his face and his light blond hair. As small, she was jealous on him because she wanted blond hair like he had.
-"I am sorry because all of the things I said to you. Victoria means nothing to me; you are the one I love. And when I said I regret that I love you, well - err - that is not true, because if I regretted, I would not love you anymore" - he said sweetly. He wanted to approach her to hug her, but she was faster.
-"I came here to make up with you because I remember how much you helped me when my father died" - he told her, petting her hair that flowed over his shoulder.
-"Lucius, would you mind staying here with me in the evening. I really detest being alone in those kinds of situations. I can face no one accept you anymore" - she said, burying her head into his chest, and hugging him tighter.
She was smelling his vigorous scent again. His cologne was really erotic.
Sirius Black was working hard on the counterintelligence service, the Order of Phoenix. They tried their best to find out Lord Voldemort's plans and collapse them. But that was practically impossible. The Order of Phoenix did not know who the Death Eater is and who isn't.
Severus Snape became less and less effective when it came to informing Dumbledore and prattling onto the Death Eaters. Eventually, he had to bring him some report.
-"Severus, how incredibly enchanting to see you; would you please sit down" - he said gleefully, as Severus came into his office. Severus appeared ominous, as he usually would.
-"I have an important news for you, Albus" - Severus said, rubbing his hands sneakily. He picked up this habit of Ancilla. It was her neuroticism. He felt cold, even though it was April.
-"So shoot it" - Dumbledore transformed his face into business-like, eager to hear out Severus.
-"Twenty two years ago, there was a conspiracy against James Potter. Just this morning, the Death Eaters were having a meeting. There is a conspiracy against Harry Potter" - Severus said.
-"What can you tell me about it?" - Dumbledore twisted his lips. This did not sound good.
-"Unfortunately nothing. I do not know any slightest detail about it. Though there are people who plotted it all, but I just shan't ask them because it will be too risky" - Snape lied. Of course he knew every single detail of the manoeuvre; he plotted it. But why would he let Dumbledore ruin his plans?
-"Very well. I hope you will report to me as soon as you find out anything" - Dumbledore said strictly.
-"Of course. Good day to you" - Severus said, walking so lightly out of the room that it appeared just as he was floating.
It was 5 o'clock, azure sky just started emerging from the caliginous horizon. Draco knew that this will be easy. He had to frame Harry Potter. He could not stand Hermione Granger anymore. She was just plain annoying. She never did anything fun with him, she just made him study. All the popularity of Draco's was barbarically purged, and he still had to pretend in front of Hermione that he did not care for notoriety. At least he proved himself how good actor he was. He was fooling Hermione like that ::snaps her fingers::.
He headed towards the broom cupboard. That is where Harry left his broom the other night. He approached the broom, taking his wand out, and saying some ambiguous words to British ear. It was a curse Ancilla Deitrich showed them in her class. Nothing shall stop Harry from being hurt in the Quidditch match.
That morning, it was a Quidditch match, Gryffindor against Revenclaw. The game set off. When the game started, it was just fine, but later on, the Firebolt would vibrate a lot when it would go high (something that was not customary for Firebolt). At the end, it was so bad that Harry could not fly. Of course, Gryffindor won, but the Revenclaw Seeker caught the Snitch because Harry crushed off the Firebolt, and had to be taken to the hospital.
After the match, Professor Dumbledore had taken the broom to examine. He was kneeling on the empty Quidditch pitch. He was saying all the unclear little things, while McGonagall was kneeling beside him, pushing her nose to see what charm Dumbledore is trying now.
Snape and Deitrich were eager to find out what happened to the broom, so they went over to them.
-"Have you found out anything, Albus?" - Severus asked. Ancilla was standing beside him, looking at the broom with opaque eyes.
-"Nothing for now" - Albus sighed. Ancilla stared sarcastically at him. She knew many other ways to check what's up with the broom. When she asked Dumbledore if she can check it, McGonagall gave her a mean look.
-"Of course, Ancilla" - Dumbledore said, getting up, and helping Minerva up, too.
Ancilla lowered herself down, trying everything she could think of. Snape, McGonagall, and Dumbledore stared curiously at her from standing poses. They kept silent as she was working.
-"I know what's with this broom" - she said guilefully. Her conceitedness was becoming bigger and bigger by every moment.
-"So will you tell us?" - McGonagall asked. They were inquisitive to find out what it was, because she kept them waiting for long time. They became nervous.
-"It is an Indian curse. Apparently, I taught it in my class just so the students know some other types of magic" - She said, as Severus helped her to stand up.
-"Hah!, I knew it was you who set the curse on the broom. You are the one that knows all the revisionism by the heart" - Minerva snapped at her, looking around for support from Severus or Albus. She got it from neither.
-"Such a nice opinion about me, Minerva you have. However, the curse is not set properly, so it might be one of the students" - she said, arrogantly. Of course, she knew something they didn't.
-"Who it might be?" - Dumbledore wondered. He had the idea, but no proof.
-"Well you just think about it, and I am going to the lunch" - she said, practically running away from them. She knew who it must be. It must be Draco. He was the one particularly interested in different kinds of magic. Another one was Lee Jordan, but Lee would never do that to Harry.
She assumed that Draco has to be in the Great Hall right now, and she run there. The lunch was almost over, and if she can not find him in there, she will have to comb the whole school to find him. She just had to speak to him.
And there he was -- in the Great Hall. He was sitting at the Gryffindor table with the Mudblood. From the distance, the Mudblood Granger didn't seem at all like she suspected Draco.
-"Draco Malfoy, I expect to see you after the lunch in my office; other way, you should consider yourself expelled" - she said to him in haunting voice as she approached them.
Draco nodded his head slightly, as Hermione gave loathsome stare to Deitrich. Deitrich did not care to comprehend it, just went out of the hall.
Draco figured out that she knows it was him to set the curse on the broom. After he finished eating, he went over to her office. As he stepped inside, he tried hard not to cough from all the cigarette smoke he inhaled. She was leaning in her chair, rubbing her hand together. A full ashtray was in front of Draco. She beckoned Draco to sit opposite of her.
-"Did you have fun with broom cursing, Draco?" - she him sharply. He did not like the venomous glint in her dark eyes.
-"I do not know what are you talking about" - Draco sighed, sounding pretty cheap.
-"You do know well what I'm talking about" - she briskly got up from her chair, walking around the table, and leaning in front of Draco. Her head was about ten centimetres away from his. Draco shimmered as her left hand rested on his cheek. He could't stand staring at her eyes; they turned into a maelstrom.
-"Now Draco, tell me: why did you curse the broom?" - she said smooth voice. Draco thought, or better hoped that she was doing this as a sign of hitting onto, but she didn't. She learnt how to use imminence as a way to get things out of people.
-"I hate Potter; he deserves to die. I do not care for him" - he snapped. As soon as he did that, she moved away from him. He blamed himself so reacting so unprompted. Maybe she would even kiss him if he was averting to give her the answer.
-"Only people who say that other people deserve to die are the one who actually deserve to die" - she said, lifelessly.
Draco didn't want to say anything. Damn, she was so close to him. He could have kissed her himself. He imagined himself drawing his lips to her, as she grabbed his cravat and pushed him to herself.
-"What do you have with the Mudblood?" - Ancilla said next. He found her standing backwards to him, in front of the window, arms folded.
-"Nothing" - Draco said bitterly, studying her figure.
-"Your father would not like to find out about you and her" - she said in acid tone.
-"Why do you care for my father so much? I mean, what is the thing between you two" - he almost exclaimed. She abruptly turned around to face him.
-"That is none of your business" - said she. What was Draco aiming at?
-"Don't lie to me. You made me tell you the truth, now you tell me" - he stood up. She found him standing in front of her. He was taller than her now. His arms were in the same position Lucius' was when he was mad.
-"I do not know if you are ready for it" - she sighed, melancholically. Draco briskly bared her around her body to the table behind her.
-"Of course I am ready for it" - of course he wasn't ready. He was mad now. He loved her. Her long hair was touching his lithe chest.
-"Do you want me to tell you the whole story of Lucius and me" - she asked, mock-teasingly.
-"Everything, when you met, how your started your thing between you, everything" - Draco said. Indeed, he was afraid of the truth, but he wanted to hear it. He had the feeling she shan't be mendacious to him at all.
-"You asked for it, Draco.
"I know your father my whole life. We were practically playing with each other before we could even speak. But those parts are unimportant.
"As we went to Hogwarts, we were both in the same year, in house of Slytherin, naturally. When we were younger, he always seemed to annoy me and pester me on purpose. Somewhere in grade two, just for fun, I dared him to kiss me. I didn't believe he will do it, so I was surpassed that he did so. He said he likes me, the very next day, and that he would like to date me. Whatsoever, I was engaged as soon as I was born, and I knew if my father would found out about me going out with Lucius, he will be mad at me. I told Lucius that we can not be together. He smiled and said that I am pretty, even though I am too mean to some people.
"We were just friends, until the Christmas night in the grade five. We were both serving detentions because what we did, I can not remember what it was. Nevertheless, the conflict got us in fight, and we were not speaking to each other, as we did served our detention, which was to clean all the desks in one of the classroom. Lucius got his finger hurt, and he started whining to me, seeking for the attention. I took his hand and kissed his finger. He told me he thinks I am really pretty, than. I smiled, and he told me to close my eyes, that he has something for me. I knew that he wanted to kiss me, but I didn't care. I closed my eyes, and he did so.
"After that, he was really nagging me to be with him. He would basically stalk me. Severus, who was in the same year with us, told me Lucius really like me, and that I should give him a chance. But I couldn't, morally not. Your father didn't stop, until one night we stayed alone in the common room, studying. He went over to me, and said how he likes me a lot. I admitted him I like him a lot, too. He said that we have to be together, and no one can know about that. I couldn't say no to that. He was just too adorable to be missed as a chance.
"As the time passed, our relationship, that only few people knew about, lasted. I felt how I like him more and more. I wasn't sure about that until one night. Lucius sickened me with all those girls he would date beside me. He found it just too fun. I broke to him from all the jealousy. I told him that I don't like him anymore. I loved him. He loved me, too. Inevitably, I loved him so much that I felt that I will die if I am not with him. But as the time passed, I knew that I have to marry Calvin Scorge, and forget about your father, Lucius. Lucius got really mad at me for not going to graduation with him. He went with Narcissa Bruckner, your mother, and James Potter asked me to go with him. I didn't know him very well before, but he couldn't get date with Lily Evans, that stupid Mudblood girl, because Severus Snape got her already..."
-"Professor Snape liked Potter's mother?" - Draco gasped. The whole story became more and more incredible to him. His arms were tightly touching her waist now.
-"Yes, but don't you ever dare to mention to him that, or anything have I told you or I am about to tell you. And don't you know it is rude to interrupt people while they're talking? (-"I am sorry.") Anyway, Lucius and I ended up together, while James proposed Lily for marriage. I was so jealous because they appeared happy.
"After Hogwarts, I tended to have nothing with Lucius, accept that we both entered Lord Voldemort's service.
"My life with Calvin was awful. Over the time I realised something -- you can cheat on your husband. I did that. With Lucius, who I loved a lot by than. I guess as time passes, I love him more and more.
"Eventually, your father turned out to be a complete ass-hole for setting up James Potter, and getting him dead. I shan't forgive him that.
"Before the Lord Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter, my husband found out about your father and me. He told me a lot of things. Than he left, falling down the stairs, and he died. Lucius was happy; he thought that we can finally be together now. But we couldn't because of things Calvin said to me.
"As Lord Voldemort was conquered, I met Mathieu Bégayer, and I liked him a lot. He was wonderful. His dream was to travel around the African and Asian countries and learn their magic. I was mesmerised by him. I acted like a total bitch to your father, ditching him for Mathieu Bégayer. I do not like Mathieu as nearly as I love and adore your father.
"I came back to England last year. Dumbledore himself offered me to be a teacher at Hogwarts. I found it fun. That's how I came here" - she said, glancing onto Draco's gasping face.
So many things he just found out and he couldn't comprehend. Was she the most beautiful woman ever. And her father and she were in deep love. Suddenly he felt such a despite his father.
-"Will you let me go now?" - she said, referring to him, holding her tight to the table. Draco's whole body was leaning on hers. She felt uncomfortable.
-"No" - Draco said. He wanted to kiss her so badly. -"Can I kiss you?"
-"No" - she answered, feebly. She was sure that there was no way he will kiss her. But he did, leaning all of his body onto her, and gripping his body tightly. Ancilla was petrified for a moment, than she pushed him away from her.
-"What do you think you are doing?" - she asked, in dire voice. She was still leaning on the table, and Draco was the one who got of her.
-"I was kissing you" - he said, innocently.
-"Draco, for God's sake, I can be your mother..."
-"That doesn't matter. Your beloved Lucius goes off and fucks chicks that he can be father to. He doesn't care" - he snapped at her, grabbing her arm.
-"What do you want from me?" - she asked him, naïvely. Wasn't she a naïveté?
-"I like you." - He said to her, desperately. He finally confessed her that.
-"Draco, you're not Lucius. I don't love you, I love Lucius" - she said, stroking his cheek, motheringly. Draco tried to wrap his arm around her waist, but she reacted to him, saying: -"Go back to your dormitory, and don't tell anyone what I have just told you."
Draco did so, slamming the door behind him.
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Ma fakut mu ma frumose jula julaj la
Ma fakut mu ma frumose jula jula julaj la la jula juli la
Suman kunjim ki sem ka se jula julaj la
Kufer langa la ferjaste jula jula julaj la la jula juli la
Nisla pamum la se jula julaj la
Nisla panum la se jula jula julaj la la jula juli la
Nislja lanjem bate tura jula julaj la
Kese cljamne kum majuru jula jula julaj la la jula juli la
'Ma fakut mu ma frumose (My mother gave birth and beauty to me)"
