So, back in the dorms is where I am. The day is over and I have once again
screwed any chance with Ron I ever had. Even though I know I'll never be
with him, I still can't get over the fact that I hit him. But it is the
only way that I can feel his skin against mine.
Amber was mad at me because I got into a fight with him. She scolded me, yelled at me and then talked to me. She still couldn't believe I was fighting him. I can't help it; I need to get his attention. If that means I must be harsh to him so he can notice me then so be it. I've tried being nice to him. We mustn't forget the time he yelled at me in Potions class. I was simply telling him that it was time to go and he practically jumped down my throat.
Everyone is asleep now so I guess I'll go to dreamland. 26 hours and counting.
// Next day * Morning *//
I think I'll stay in today. No one will notice. I think everyone will be quite happy I'm gone. I think they'll rejoice that the evil Malfoy isn't there anymore to push them around. Hell, I don't think that even I would miss me.
I head down to the bathrooms and turn on the showers. Once again I'm by myself and the rest are downstairs. A cloud of mist is beginning to form already. Good, I like it steaming hot. I love the feeling of scorching pinpricks hitting me with great force. I take out my towel, wash cloth and diary. Yes, it's an unorthodox item to bring with you to go and shower with but I want to get a description of my father down. I magicked my diary to write the words and take down whatever I say.
"My father," I begin as I take off my pajama bottom and top. "He's an important figure in the wizarding community. He is on the school board, actually he runs the school board so he can come and go from Hogwarts whenever he wants without a suspicious eye raised. Too bad for me, I guess. That means he can visit me and punish me. Or teach me as he calls it sometimes."
I take a bar of soap and rub it against my well-sculpted, tight ab muscles. "My father likes me to me fit and look good. He was the one who made me get my hair cut and get bangs. He says he likes the way I look with my hair in my eyes. It turns him on. My father has made me what I am today. He has chosen my clothes, hairstyles and my body figure. He likes to keep me as young and gentle looking; it adds to the innocence of my image."
I scrub harder like I do when he is done with me. I feel dirty because I love the way I look. I take pride in the way I look. I see all the girls, and a few guys, check me out as I go past. But why should I love the image my father makes me out to be? Because I'm becoming as cold as he is, that's why.
"The first time he had me I was afraid that he would be as cold as ice, that he would be frigid. But he was warm. Not a comforting sort of warm but the warmth that reassures you that the person is alive. The first time was harsh. He usually beat me but to rape me.now that was pure hatred."
I think that's all that I can handle for now. So, I stay under the hot waterfall until the heat was given away to the cold. I turn off the water, step out and wrap my towel around my hip. I saunter over to the sink and stare at my reflection. I never knew how pale I was. I guess it's from all the stress I've had as of lately. I rush through the daily rituals of brushing my hair and teeth. I put my pajamas back on; all I want right now is to sleep until midnight.
As I leave the bathroom, the late bell rings. Good, most people should be in class right now. As I stroll down the hall I bump into someone I wish I hadn't.
Ron.
"Hmphf. Watch where you're going," the red head cried aloud.
"Sorry," I mumbled, trying to get away as quick as possible. Ron placed his hand on my arm. Please, let go I scream silently in my head.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here, in the hall, in your pajamas?"
"That's none of your business."
"Yes it is. You're my partner and I don't want Snape breathing down my neck. Now that I'm your partner he doesn't yell at me anymore or take away points. So come on! I don't care if your in your pajamas." He pulled me a couple of inches until I realized I wanted sleep. I wretched my arm from his strong grasp.
"No, I'm not going. Tell him I'm sick. I don't care what you say to him! You can tell him that the little green men have come and are taking me back to the home planet. Hell, I have an even better bloody idea! Just tell him I've skipped! You would love that wouldn't you? You finally have something that can get me in trouble with Snape, Dumbledore and my father! Are you happy now? Go and have your fun. Go back to your happy go lucky life and your part-time love affair with Harry. You know nothing of what I'm going through and you couldn't handle it. Now be gone!" I hollered as I ran down the hall to the Slytherin common room.
~ Ron's POV ~
Whoa! I've never seen Malfoy so worked up before. What was he talking about with the whole getting him in trouble? Even though I would love to get him a detention, I, for some strange reason, felt some sort of feeling for him. I think it was empathy. I don't know.
I head down toward the dungeons, still hearing the echo of Malfoy's feet. Why did he flip out like that? I think that there is more than what meets the eye with that Malfoy character.
"Well, well, well.Mr. Weasley, I see you're late. What's your asinine excuse?" Snape sneers as I enter the classroom.
"I saw Malfoy in the hallway and he didn't look okay, so I took him down to Madam Pomfrey's." I lied.
Everyone looked on dumbfounded. I, Ron Weasley, helped Draco Malfoy, my archenemy, to the nurse's office. Yesterday, I wanted to kill him now I was supposedly concerned with his health.
I sat down and looked over to the empty seat next to me. Now all I can think of is that I had just lied for Malfoy.
Amber was mad at me because I got into a fight with him. She scolded me, yelled at me and then talked to me. She still couldn't believe I was fighting him. I can't help it; I need to get his attention. If that means I must be harsh to him so he can notice me then so be it. I've tried being nice to him. We mustn't forget the time he yelled at me in Potions class. I was simply telling him that it was time to go and he practically jumped down my throat.
Everyone is asleep now so I guess I'll go to dreamland. 26 hours and counting.
// Next day * Morning *//
I think I'll stay in today. No one will notice. I think everyone will be quite happy I'm gone. I think they'll rejoice that the evil Malfoy isn't there anymore to push them around. Hell, I don't think that even I would miss me.
I head down to the bathrooms and turn on the showers. Once again I'm by myself and the rest are downstairs. A cloud of mist is beginning to form already. Good, I like it steaming hot. I love the feeling of scorching pinpricks hitting me with great force. I take out my towel, wash cloth and diary. Yes, it's an unorthodox item to bring with you to go and shower with but I want to get a description of my father down. I magicked my diary to write the words and take down whatever I say.
"My father," I begin as I take off my pajama bottom and top. "He's an important figure in the wizarding community. He is on the school board, actually he runs the school board so he can come and go from Hogwarts whenever he wants without a suspicious eye raised. Too bad for me, I guess. That means he can visit me and punish me. Or teach me as he calls it sometimes."
I take a bar of soap and rub it against my well-sculpted, tight ab muscles. "My father likes me to me fit and look good. He was the one who made me get my hair cut and get bangs. He says he likes the way I look with my hair in my eyes. It turns him on. My father has made me what I am today. He has chosen my clothes, hairstyles and my body figure. He likes to keep me as young and gentle looking; it adds to the innocence of my image."
I scrub harder like I do when he is done with me. I feel dirty because I love the way I look. I take pride in the way I look. I see all the girls, and a few guys, check me out as I go past. But why should I love the image my father makes me out to be? Because I'm becoming as cold as he is, that's why.
"The first time he had me I was afraid that he would be as cold as ice, that he would be frigid. But he was warm. Not a comforting sort of warm but the warmth that reassures you that the person is alive. The first time was harsh. He usually beat me but to rape me.now that was pure hatred."
I think that's all that I can handle for now. So, I stay under the hot waterfall until the heat was given away to the cold. I turn off the water, step out and wrap my towel around my hip. I saunter over to the sink and stare at my reflection. I never knew how pale I was. I guess it's from all the stress I've had as of lately. I rush through the daily rituals of brushing my hair and teeth. I put my pajamas back on; all I want right now is to sleep until midnight.
As I leave the bathroom, the late bell rings. Good, most people should be in class right now. As I stroll down the hall I bump into someone I wish I hadn't.
Ron.
"Hmphf. Watch where you're going," the red head cried aloud.
"Sorry," I mumbled, trying to get away as quick as possible. Ron placed his hand on my arm. Please, let go I scream silently in my head.
"Malfoy? What are you doing here, in the hall, in your pajamas?"
"That's none of your business."
"Yes it is. You're my partner and I don't want Snape breathing down my neck. Now that I'm your partner he doesn't yell at me anymore or take away points. So come on! I don't care if your in your pajamas." He pulled me a couple of inches until I realized I wanted sleep. I wretched my arm from his strong grasp.
"No, I'm not going. Tell him I'm sick. I don't care what you say to him! You can tell him that the little green men have come and are taking me back to the home planet. Hell, I have an even better bloody idea! Just tell him I've skipped! You would love that wouldn't you? You finally have something that can get me in trouble with Snape, Dumbledore and my father! Are you happy now? Go and have your fun. Go back to your happy go lucky life and your part-time love affair with Harry. You know nothing of what I'm going through and you couldn't handle it. Now be gone!" I hollered as I ran down the hall to the Slytherin common room.
~ Ron's POV ~
Whoa! I've never seen Malfoy so worked up before. What was he talking about with the whole getting him in trouble? Even though I would love to get him a detention, I, for some strange reason, felt some sort of feeling for him. I think it was empathy. I don't know.
I head down toward the dungeons, still hearing the echo of Malfoy's feet. Why did he flip out like that? I think that there is more than what meets the eye with that Malfoy character.
"Well, well, well.Mr. Weasley, I see you're late. What's your asinine excuse?" Snape sneers as I enter the classroom.
"I saw Malfoy in the hallway and he didn't look okay, so I took him down to Madam Pomfrey's." I lied.
Everyone looked on dumbfounded. I, Ron Weasley, helped Draco Malfoy, my archenemy, to the nurse's office. Yesterday, I wanted to kill him now I was supposedly concerned with his health.
I sat down and looked over to the empty seat next to me. Now all I can think of is that I had just lied for Malfoy.
