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A/N: Still no slash here. Contains 1 swear word.
Vision
By Rowena Siriah
5
Slytherin Revolt.
Draco lay on his bed in the Slytherin dorms glad to see a colour other that white.
The other Slytherin's were still in lessons and he'd been told not to bother going in halfway through a lesson. He couldn't see a point in going at all. His sight was still nothing but a blur and he was glad of a bit of peace and quiet whilst he sorted things out in his head.
The "Specialist" had said his vision may or may not return. He had said the damage may be temporary and that Draco
"May outgrow it with time…"
So they'd made him come back to LISTEN to lessons.
//Great// he thought bitterly, //My sight may not return and unless I completely astound the board for my OWLS and NEWTS in the speaking and listening I won't even make a qualified wizard at all! //
Now he'd gone through his recent predicament his thoughts took a quick turn to their well-known resting place.
// Harry Potter// thought Draco and was pleased that he could still see things clearly in his mind, like Harry. In Draco's mind he wasn't another faceless blur but as clear as the day he'd first seen him in Madam Malkin's robe shop. Those startling unnerving green eyes boring into him….
//You've got it lucky// He told the imaginary Harry // All you have to worry about is finding your glasses. There's none that could help me! //
It is a very curious phenomenon that when one of the five senses is defective the others generally become more acute. Draco started and sat up as he heard thumps and a murmur of voices downstairs. He could hear Pansy's high pitched shrieking voice, like a talkative banshee, and Goyle's slow, dull, monotone and decided to make an appearance.
People often wonder how people in Draco's position know where to go. There is no complete explanation; just that memory and instinct take over. Draco could remember where things were and blurry shapes and colours on the green blur he knew as the carpet were obstructions to be avoided. After what seemed like an age to Draco who wasn't used to being unfamiliar with everything he reached the stairs and cautiously made his way down, keeping his hand on the banister. As he reached the common room he found a dark "haired"(?) bullet colliding with him and squeezing him with a high-pitched shriek.
"Hello Pansy" He drawled carefully.
"Oh Drakkie! I missed you so much! How are you feeling? I know you didn't save stinking Potter's life on purpose! Unlike some…" She squealed casting, what Draco presumed was a dirty look to a crowd of black robed blurs which, he presumed, were eyeing him with distaste. One approached him as he attempted to pry Pansy off his waist.
"So Draco, I presume you will be returning as our Seeker if, as Pansy states it was all an accident."
Draco blanched and fought to remain calm, "It- It was an accident but I thought someone would have informed you that I can no longer play seeker."
"Why" Shouted the figure, "We were giving you a second chance! Consider yourself lucky!"
"Well," Draco drawled calmly trying to present his old air of self- confidence, "I COULD take the position but I don't think we'd win with a blind seeker."
The crowd gave an audible gasp and Pansy shrieked again and waved her hand (well actually it looked like a gummy blob) in front of his face. He grabbed her wrist
"Partially blind." He corrected
He stood up; knowing they were all gazing intently at him, did an about turn and marched back up the stairs.
As he closed the door he could hear them all downstairs.
"Well I could have sworn at the match he put on some speed to catch up to Potter before the bludger hit."
"He probably did."
"Drakie? But he wouldn't-"
"I vote we ignore him!"
"Yeah"
"Anyone who'd save Potter isn't a true Slytherin!"
"Yeah!"
"MM"
Draco gasped // Crabbe? Goyle? //
"I guess so…"
// Pansy as well? //
He groaned, as much as he despised them how was he going to get around without them? He lay on his bed in quiet contemplation then decided he may as well go to bed, what else could he do? He couldn't read and there was no point in writing if he couldn't see it. He reached out and felt for his wand, putting it under his pillow, just in case.
He got changed and pulled the hangings around his bed and tried to get to sleep.
He must have dozed off because he jolted sharply awake when the door slammed. He could hear his dorm-mates moving around.
"D'y' think he's asleep?" Came Crabbe's voice.
"Dunno" came Goyle's usual reply.
There was a brief silence as the // two dunderheads try to process the information; you can practically hear the cogs grinding! //
Crabbe broke the pause "Should we curse him?"
"Dunno."
Draco decided to make himself known he took a deep breath and pulled back the thick hangings and, putting on his trademark smirk addressed the two.
"I strongly advise against that."
"You're awake."
"Your perception of the obvious is remarkable Goyle." Draco commented, "How could anyone sleep with two mountain-troll breathed imbeciles hovering by their bed? Now shut up or leave, or, preferably, both."
Crabbe spoke up "We're not yours to command anymore Draco."
"What?" Draco snapped.
Crabbe continued "Our father's owled us and said you're not going to be a death eater so we're not following YOU anymore."
Draco was furious // they know! // He pulled out his wand and aimed it at where the two blurred figures stood. "Just because I'm not destined for a death eater anymore changes nothing. Have you forgotten I still exceed your limited knowledge of curses? That I mastered the unforgivables at the age of six? Among others." He grinned evilly."Tsk, tsk! Give me some credit."
Crabbe and Goyle's vast shapes backed away towards their own beds. Draco drew the hangings and sighed miserably //Now I'll have to put a charm round my own bed! //. Only one word came to his head that could fit all of this
//Fuck//
A/N: Still no slash here. Contains 1 swear word.
Vision
By Rowena Siriah
5
Slytherin Revolt.
Draco lay on his bed in the Slytherin dorms glad to see a colour other that white.
The other Slytherin's were still in lessons and he'd been told not to bother going in halfway through a lesson. He couldn't see a point in going at all. His sight was still nothing but a blur and he was glad of a bit of peace and quiet whilst he sorted things out in his head.
The "Specialist" had said his vision may or may not return. He had said the damage may be temporary and that Draco
"May outgrow it with time…"
So they'd made him come back to LISTEN to lessons.
//Great// he thought bitterly, //My sight may not return and unless I completely astound the board for my OWLS and NEWTS in the speaking and listening I won't even make a qualified wizard at all! //
Now he'd gone through his recent predicament his thoughts took a quick turn to their well-known resting place.
// Harry Potter// thought Draco and was pleased that he could still see things clearly in his mind, like Harry. In Draco's mind he wasn't another faceless blur but as clear as the day he'd first seen him in Madam Malkin's robe shop. Those startling unnerving green eyes boring into him….
//You've got it lucky// He told the imaginary Harry // All you have to worry about is finding your glasses. There's none that could help me! //
It is a very curious phenomenon that when one of the five senses is defective the others generally become more acute. Draco started and sat up as he heard thumps and a murmur of voices downstairs. He could hear Pansy's high pitched shrieking voice, like a talkative banshee, and Goyle's slow, dull, monotone and decided to make an appearance.
People often wonder how people in Draco's position know where to go. There is no complete explanation; just that memory and instinct take over. Draco could remember where things were and blurry shapes and colours on the green blur he knew as the carpet were obstructions to be avoided. After what seemed like an age to Draco who wasn't used to being unfamiliar with everything he reached the stairs and cautiously made his way down, keeping his hand on the banister. As he reached the common room he found a dark "haired"(?) bullet colliding with him and squeezing him with a high-pitched shriek.
"Hello Pansy" He drawled carefully.
"Oh Drakkie! I missed you so much! How are you feeling? I know you didn't save stinking Potter's life on purpose! Unlike some…" She squealed casting, what Draco presumed was a dirty look to a crowd of black robed blurs which, he presumed, were eyeing him with distaste. One approached him as he attempted to pry Pansy off his waist.
"So Draco, I presume you will be returning as our Seeker if, as Pansy states it was all an accident."
Draco blanched and fought to remain calm, "It- It was an accident but I thought someone would have informed you that I can no longer play seeker."
"Why" Shouted the figure, "We were giving you a second chance! Consider yourself lucky!"
"Well," Draco drawled calmly trying to present his old air of self- confidence, "I COULD take the position but I don't think we'd win with a blind seeker."
The crowd gave an audible gasp and Pansy shrieked again and waved her hand (well actually it looked like a gummy blob) in front of his face. He grabbed her wrist
"Partially blind." He corrected
He stood up; knowing they were all gazing intently at him, did an about turn and marched back up the stairs.
As he closed the door he could hear them all downstairs.
"Well I could have sworn at the match he put on some speed to catch up to Potter before the bludger hit."
"He probably did."
"Drakie? But he wouldn't-"
"I vote we ignore him!"
"Yeah"
"Anyone who'd save Potter isn't a true Slytherin!"
"Yeah!"
"MM"
Draco gasped // Crabbe? Goyle? //
"I guess so…"
// Pansy as well? //
He groaned, as much as he despised them how was he going to get around without them? He lay on his bed in quiet contemplation then decided he may as well go to bed, what else could he do? He couldn't read and there was no point in writing if he couldn't see it. He reached out and felt for his wand, putting it under his pillow, just in case.
He got changed and pulled the hangings around his bed and tried to get to sleep.
He must have dozed off because he jolted sharply awake when the door slammed. He could hear his dorm-mates moving around.
"D'y' think he's asleep?" Came Crabbe's voice.
"Dunno" came Goyle's usual reply.
There was a brief silence as the // two dunderheads try to process the information; you can practically hear the cogs grinding! //
Crabbe broke the pause "Should we curse him?"
"Dunno."
Draco decided to make himself known he took a deep breath and pulled back the thick hangings and, putting on his trademark smirk addressed the two.
"I strongly advise against that."
"You're awake."
"Your perception of the obvious is remarkable Goyle." Draco commented, "How could anyone sleep with two mountain-troll breathed imbeciles hovering by their bed? Now shut up or leave, or, preferably, both."
Crabbe spoke up "We're not yours to command anymore Draco."
"What?" Draco snapped.
Crabbe continued "Our father's owled us and said you're not going to be a death eater so we're not following YOU anymore."
Draco was furious // they know! // He pulled out his wand and aimed it at where the two blurred figures stood. "Just because I'm not destined for a death eater anymore changes nothing. Have you forgotten I still exceed your limited knowledge of curses? That I mastered the unforgivables at the age of six? Among others." He grinned evilly."Tsk, tsk! Give me some credit."
Crabbe and Goyle's vast shapes backed away towards their own beds. Draco drew the hangings and sighed miserably //Now I'll have to put a charm round my own bed! //. Only one word came to his head that could fit all of this
//Fuck//