Title: Promises
Author name: Aiko Nekura
Author email: aiji_yuywell@hotmail.com
Category: Slash
Sub Category: mystery
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco is having odd dreams about a mysterious boy. Who is it? And what does he want? Draco's P.O.V.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters. I do own the storyline. so don't copy!!!
Author notes: italics = thoughts/dream/parceltongue
---------------------------------------------- It was midnight when I woke with a start. Bathed in darkness, a cold sweat running down my back. My nightshirt stuck to me like a second skin. Running my fingers through my hair, I pulled myself from under my sheets and hung my feet over the edge of the four-post bed.
The dream had seemed so real. A green glow, a snake... a boy who was so strangely familiar. Like an old friend you almost didn't recognize. I could remember the dark hair, his long robes, rippled by a silent breeze. He seemed to glow. He had turned to face me.
"Potter?" I whispered to myself in the dark, "No. It couldn't have been. Why would I be dreaming of Potter? Maybe my memory is cloudy. That must be it."
I made my way into the Slytherin common room. My feet made soft steps across the cool stone. The fire had burned low, and stretched shadows into every corner. I watched the flames twirl around each other, flames growing higher and higher. Each spark flew up and burst like fireworks. The soft crackle was so inviting. I began to become entranced by the movements, the heat and flames growing intense before I was jerked back.
"Draco!" said a mad whisper in my ear, "What are you doing?"
I shook my head and looked around, the fire was suddenly at its previous height, and I was sitting a mere foot away from the hearth. Blaise was kneeling behind me, a worried expression on his tired face, his brown hair a tangled mess.
"I don't know," I managed to tell him a moment later. My head began to pound. The floor and walls were twisting and moving. I felt Blaise tighten his grip on my shoulder.
"I'm all right Blaise."
"I think you should get back into bed Draco."
"I think you're right."
---- The grey smoke began to swirl around my legs, stretching up into the air in long thin wisps. I breathed it in and felt my lungs ache. I moved forward but everywhere I looked there was nothing. A vast black area covered in the rancid smoke. I turned abruptly in all directions, searching. Suddenly a figure appeared to my left.
The figure stood quietly. It's black hair ruffled, the robes still flowing. Though the smoke never seemed to touch him, it seemed as much a part of him as the faint glow, which surrounded him. His faint outlined looked as though he was out of focus. Slightly blurred and smudged. He turned to look at me. And I saw his face for the first time. Soft, tanned skin, half smile, brown eyes.
Brown eyes?
The figure stretched out his hand, beckoning to me. My feet moved by themselves. No! I thought. Don't Draco! Turn back!
The boy smiled again and walked towards me too. My eyes widened as he stood before me, looking me up and down.
"You will do fine." He said in a low voice, before grabbed my arm. A searing pain shot through me. He let go and I fell back into the smoke. ---- I spent the next few days alone. Why were these dreams happening to me? What did they mean? At least now I knew the boy was not Potter. But who was he?
I wandered the corridors for hours. Feeling the glances of curious pictures, ignoring their polite greetings. I was beginning to feel content when I turned a corner on the second floor.
A small snake was looking up at me. The brown scales on its head reflected the torchlight and shimmered. I glanced at the snake, refusing to move. It blinked, but seemed to be doing the same thing as me. Both of us waited for the other to make a move. Finally, I asked it, frustrated, "What do you want?"
I smiled inwardly to myself. Potter isn't the only Parselmouth in Hogwarts. Every Malfoy in my family is one. But hey, there are secrets in all families.
The snake's head swayed slightly, its tongue darting in and out.
"A promise," It hissed.
I was a bit confused. What would a snake want a promise for, and from me, no less. I kneeled in front of the snake as it watched me patiently.
"What kind of promise? Why?"
"I want a promise that no matter what, you will risk everything, that your life is of no importance, that you will surrender."
I felt like laughing. This snake was making it sound like I was about to join forces with Lord Voldemort. But a sinking feeling in my stomach made me cold, and the laugh never came.
"Why would I do that?"
"Sooner of later, it will not matter. I just need your word, your promise, not to resist."
"And what if I don't?" I replied coolly. "What if I defy you and walk straight back the way I came. You can't possibly kill me yourself, and I see no one else with you."
The snake shook its head, almost sadly, "Death hath so many doors to let out life, young sir. Just make sure you aren't standing in its path."
And with that, the snake slithered down the corridor, and through a crack in the wall.
Author name: Aiko Nekura
Author email: aiji_yuywell@hotmail.com
Category: Slash
Sub Category: mystery
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco is having odd dreams about a mysterious boy. Who is it? And what does he want? Draco's P.O.V.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters. I do own the storyline. so don't copy!!!
Author notes: italics = thoughts/dream/parceltongue
---------------------------------------------- It was midnight when I woke with a start. Bathed in darkness, a cold sweat running down my back. My nightshirt stuck to me like a second skin. Running my fingers through my hair, I pulled myself from under my sheets and hung my feet over the edge of the four-post bed.
The dream had seemed so real. A green glow, a snake... a boy who was so strangely familiar. Like an old friend you almost didn't recognize. I could remember the dark hair, his long robes, rippled by a silent breeze. He seemed to glow. He had turned to face me.
"Potter?" I whispered to myself in the dark, "No. It couldn't have been. Why would I be dreaming of Potter? Maybe my memory is cloudy. That must be it."
I made my way into the Slytherin common room. My feet made soft steps across the cool stone. The fire had burned low, and stretched shadows into every corner. I watched the flames twirl around each other, flames growing higher and higher. Each spark flew up and burst like fireworks. The soft crackle was so inviting. I began to become entranced by the movements, the heat and flames growing intense before I was jerked back.
"Draco!" said a mad whisper in my ear, "What are you doing?"
I shook my head and looked around, the fire was suddenly at its previous height, and I was sitting a mere foot away from the hearth. Blaise was kneeling behind me, a worried expression on his tired face, his brown hair a tangled mess.
"I don't know," I managed to tell him a moment later. My head began to pound. The floor and walls were twisting and moving. I felt Blaise tighten his grip on my shoulder.
"I'm all right Blaise."
"I think you should get back into bed Draco."
"I think you're right."
---- The grey smoke began to swirl around my legs, stretching up into the air in long thin wisps. I breathed it in and felt my lungs ache. I moved forward but everywhere I looked there was nothing. A vast black area covered in the rancid smoke. I turned abruptly in all directions, searching. Suddenly a figure appeared to my left.
The figure stood quietly. It's black hair ruffled, the robes still flowing. Though the smoke never seemed to touch him, it seemed as much a part of him as the faint glow, which surrounded him. His faint outlined looked as though he was out of focus. Slightly blurred and smudged. He turned to look at me. And I saw his face for the first time. Soft, tanned skin, half smile, brown eyes.
Brown eyes?
The figure stretched out his hand, beckoning to me. My feet moved by themselves. No! I thought. Don't Draco! Turn back!
The boy smiled again and walked towards me too. My eyes widened as he stood before me, looking me up and down.
"You will do fine." He said in a low voice, before grabbed my arm. A searing pain shot through me. He let go and I fell back into the smoke. ---- I spent the next few days alone. Why were these dreams happening to me? What did they mean? At least now I knew the boy was not Potter. But who was he?
I wandered the corridors for hours. Feeling the glances of curious pictures, ignoring their polite greetings. I was beginning to feel content when I turned a corner on the second floor.
A small snake was looking up at me. The brown scales on its head reflected the torchlight and shimmered. I glanced at the snake, refusing to move. It blinked, but seemed to be doing the same thing as me. Both of us waited for the other to make a move. Finally, I asked it, frustrated, "What do you want?"
I smiled inwardly to myself. Potter isn't the only Parselmouth in Hogwarts. Every Malfoy in my family is one. But hey, there are secrets in all families.
The snake's head swayed slightly, its tongue darting in and out.
"A promise," It hissed.
I was a bit confused. What would a snake want a promise for, and from me, no less. I kneeled in front of the snake as it watched me patiently.
"What kind of promise? Why?"
"I want a promise that no matter what, you will risk everything, that your life is of no importance, that you will surrender."
I felt like laughing. This snake was making it sound like I was about to join forces with Lord Voldemort. But a sinking feeling in my stomach made me cold, and the laugh never came.
"Why would I do that?"
"Sooner of later, it will not matter. I just need your word, your promise, not to resist."
"And what if I don't?" I replied coolly. "What if I defy you and walk straight back the way I came. You can't possibly kill me yourself, and I see no one else with you."
The snake shook its head, almost sadly, "Death hath so many doors to let out life, young sir. Just make sure you aren't standing in its path."
And with that, the snake slithered down the corridor, and through a crack in the wall.