AN: Hey peoples! The disclaimer for the first chapter is the same for this one, ok? just keep that in mind! Another thing to remember: this is my first fanfic, so please review, and give me good critical reviews. (or just say that i'm wonderful, whatever! hehe. jk!) Sorry these chapters are so short... they seemed longer when doodled in the sides of my spanish notebook... I'm working on another fic with longer (i hope) chapters and a longer plot. I just need to find the time to type it all up and post it, so keep checking for that if u like Draco-y goodness! I think that's pretty much it, so read, review, and enjoy!
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Crawling into his cold bed, Draco shivered. It had been another night of pain. The meetings themselves weren't that bad. Mostly boring, actually. But once the old wizards and witches started talking about their adventures, Draco was disgusted. How could they admire one another for these perverse, revolting actions? And now, he was finding it increasingly challenging to behave as though he too considered Muggles to be the scum of the Earth, and Mudblood's to be even worse. Draco could hardly believe his father. He had always seemed so respectable, so admirable; but he knew better now, and wanted to do nothing more than change his name and get away from these horrors. Anything to avoid the revolting meetings and the curse of his family's evil name.
However he behaved, Draco knew, inside, that he wasn't evil. But he couldn't escape. The small mark on his arm kept him tied toa world of hatred, a world he despised. Draco shut his eyes tightly as he lay in the dark. The dark. That endless void. He hated to admit it, but Draco feared the darkenss. He was afraid of what might be there, waiting for him, and what it might do to him. And the dark reminded him of... of evil. Of the worst evil imaginable. And Draco hated that evil. It ruined his life. Forced him to be someone he wasn't. Forced him to do things he didn't believe in. Forced him to be scared of himself. Keeping his eyes tightly shut, Draco fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of a release form his inescapable past.
"Today," Severus Snape's icy voice cut through the cold dungeon air. "Today we begin study of poisons." He allowed himself a quick, malicious grin before continuing. "As this is obviously a rather dangerous lesson, it is critical that you PAY ATTENTION, lest you happen to kill your partner!"
Draco sighed. 'Would it really be that bad?' he wondered silently, glancing at his partner. 'Perhaps they'd send me to Azkaban for it. Then I'd at least be free from this awful life.'
His partner, a Gryffindor he had never met, began sloppily preparing the ingredients. Obsessed with order and neatness, Malfoy looked away in disgust.
'Then again,' he considered, 'perhaps he'll end up killing me! I'd be free at last!' He jumped back, suddenly frightened of his own thoughts. It would just be so easy. And he'd be so free. It was the only way to escape this trapped life he hated. Grabbing an empty vial, Draco poured a tiny bit of the finished potion in and carefully stored the container safely under his cloak as Snape began lecturing about antidotes. Draco didn't give his decision anymore thought. He didn't need to. He did, however, need to get away from the horrors of evil surrounding his life. Death was the only answer, and maybe it would show the rest of the world something too. It would show his father that he was wrong. It would show everyone the truth, whatever that was. Draco could think of nothing more perfect.
Lying in his bed, Draco still had the dreadful aftertaste of the poison in his mouth. He wondered how long the potion would take to work before he drifted into a silent slumber.
A burning senstaion in his left arm awoke Draco before dawn. He pushed the pain from his mind as he thought, 'I'll never have to respond to those horrors again' before falling back asleep.
"Uh, Draco?" Crabbe prodded his foot. "Wake up? C'mon, I can't find my socks!"
Draco looked up groggily. 'Wait!' he shouted in his mind. 'I'm not meant to be awake! I should be dead. . . free. . . happy.' He flopped out of bed, wondering what was wrong, before staggering out of the bedroom and making his way to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Passing the library, Draco paused, considering trying to find a book that would explain why he was still alive. His whole body felt as though it were made of mud. Unable to control himself, he slumped forward, falling right to the ground in front of the heavy library doors. Seconds later, the large doors swung open as Hermione Granger wandered out of the library, lost in thought.
"Oof!" she grunted, falling over the collapsed body in front of her. Carefully standing and dusting off her usually immaculate robes, the girl observed the lump who normally went by the name of Draco when he was not lying on the floor, knocked out by a powerful poison he forced himself to take.
"M-Malfoy?" stammered Hermione, bending down to get a closer look. As she reached for the body to feel for a pulse, she heard the familiar swish of robes as someone hurried down the corridor. "Thank goodness," she let out in a quiet whisper, glad that someone would be there to help here. She hadn't, however, counted on the person rounding the corner to be the only person she hated more than the boy lying before her: Professor Severus Snape.
Realizing the danger she would be in if Snape found his least favouirte Mudblood standing over his favourite student's unconscious body, Hermione panicked, racking her brains for a solution. As Snape moved closer and closer, his usually void face was wearing a look of puzzlement, and Hermione decided the truth was the best way to go.
"Well," hissed the Potion's Master, "what have you done to Malfoy now, girl?"
"Professor, see, I just came out of the library and noticed Malfoy here and I-I-I don't know what's wrong with him!" Hermione said breathlessly, her pulse racing. "Should I go get Madam Pomfrey, sir? Malfoy doesn't look good! What's wrong with him?"
Snape, obviously perturbed at the sight of the sixteen-year-old boy on the ground, now ignored the flustered girl as he stared at malfoy. Reaching for the boy's wrist to feel his pulse, Snape suddenly pulled his hand back. Shaking, he stood. He stared with empty eyes at Hermione as he tersely demanded, "Dumbledore. Go get Dumbledore. I'm taking Draco to my office. Now hurry girl!"
Thoroughly frightened, Hermione turned and bolted down the hall.
oooh! what's going to happen to Draco?? keep reading and you'll find out. or clickie on the review button and make the author happy... or both! =P
~googleduckie~
Crawling into his cold bed, Draco shivered. It had been another night of pain. The meetings themselves weren't that bad. Mostly boring, actually. But once the old wizards and witches started talking about their adventures, Draco was disgusted. How could they admire one another for these perverse, revolting actions? And now, he was finding it increasingly challenging to behave as though he too considered Muggles to be the scum of the Earth, and Mudblood's to be even worse. Draco could hardly believe his father. He had always seemed so respectable, so admirable; but he knew better now, and wanted to do nothing more than change his name and get away from these horrors. Anything to avoid the revolting meetings and the curse of his family's evil name.
However he behaved, Draco knew, inside, that he wasn't evil. But he couldn't escape. The small mark on his arm kept him tied toa world of hatred, a world he despised. Draco shut his eyes tightly as he lay in the dark. The dark. That endless void. He hated to admit it, but Draco feared the darkenss. He was afraid of what might be there, waiting for him, and what it might do to him. And the dark reminded him of... of evil. Of the worst evil imaginable. And Draco hated that evil. It ruined his life. Forced him to be someone he wasn't. Forced him to do things he didn't believe in. Forced him to be scared of himself. Keeping his eyes tightly shut, Draco fell into a deep sleep, dreaming of a release form his inescapable past.
"Today," Severus Snape's icy voice cut through the cold dungeon air. "Today we begin study of poisons." He allowed himself a quick, malicious grin before continuing. "As this is obviously a rather dangerous lesson, it is critical that you PAY ATTENTION, lest you happen to kill your partner!"
Draco sighed. 'Would it really be that bad?' he wondered silently, glancing at his partner. 'Perhaps they'd send me to Azkaban for it. Then I'd at least be free from this awful life.'
His partner, a Gryffindor he had never met, began sloppily preparing the ingredients. Obsessed with order and neatness, Malfoy looked away in disgust.
'Then again,' he considered, 'perhaps he'll end up killing me! I'd be free at last!' He jumped back, suddenly frightened of his own thoughts. It would just be so easy. And he'd be so free. It was the only way to escape this trapped life he hated. Grabbing an empty vial, Draco poured a tiny bit of the finished potion in and carefully stored the container safely under his cloak as Snape began lecturing about antidotes. Draco didn't give his decision anymore thought. He didn't need to. He did, however, need to get away from the horrors of evil surrounding his life. Death was the only answer, and maybe it would show the rest of the world something too. It would show his father that he was wrong. It would show everyone the truth, whatever that was. Draco could think of nothing more perfect.
Lying in his bed, Draco still had the dreadful aftertaste of the poison in his mouth. He wondered how long the potion would take to work before he drifted into a silent slumber.
A burning senstaion in his left arm awoke Draco before dawn. He pushed the pain from his mind as he thought, 'I'll never have to respond to those horrors again' before falling back asleep.
"Uh, Draco?" Crabbe prodded his foot. "Wake up? C'mon, I can't find my socks!"
Draco looked up groggily. 'Wait!' he shouted in his mind. 'I'm not meant to be awake! I should be dead. . . free. . . happy.' He flopped out of bed, wondering what was wrong, before staggering out of the bedroom and making his way to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Passing the library, Draco paused, considering trying to find a book that would explain why he was still alive. His whole body felt as though it were made of mud. Unable to control himself, he slumped forward, falling right to the ground in front of the heavy library doors. Seconds later, the large doors swung open as Hermione Granger wandered out of the library, lost in thought.
"Oof!" she grunted, falling over the collapsed body in front of her. Carefully standing and dusting off her usually immaculate robes, the girl observed the lump who normally went by the name of Draco when he was not lying on the floor, knocked out by a powerful poison he forced himself to take.
"M-Malfoy?" stammered Hermione, bending down to get a closer look. As she reached for the body to feel for a pulse, she heard the familiar swish of robes as someone hurried down the corridor. "Thank goodness," she let out in a quiet whisper, glad that someone would be there to help here. She hadn't, however, counted on the person rounding the corner to be the only person she hated more than the boy lying before her: Professor Severus Snape.
Realizing the danger she would be in if Snape found his least favouirte Mudblood standing over his favourite student's unconscious body, Hermione panicked, racking her brains for a solution. As Snape moved closer and closer, his usually void face was wearing a look of puzzlement, and Hermione decided the truth was the best way to go.
"Well," hissed the Potion's Master, "what have you done to Malfoy now, girl?"
"Professor, see, I just came out of the library and noticed Malfoy here and I-I-I don't know what's wrong with him!" Hermione said breathlessly, her pulse racing. "Should I go get Madam Pomfrey, sir? Malfoy doesn't look good! What's wrong with him?"
Snape, obviously perturbed at the sight of the sixteen-year-old boy on the ground, now ignored the flustered girl as he stared at malfoy. Reaching for the boy's wrist to feel his pulse, Snape suddenly pulled his hand back. Shaking, he stood. He stared with empty eyes at Hermione as he tersely demanded, "Dumbledore. Go get Dumbledore. I'm taking Draco to my office. Now hurry girl!"
Thoroughly frightened, Hermione turned and bolted down the hall.
oooh! what's going to happen to Draco?? keep reading and you'll find out. or clickie on the review button and make the author happy... or both! =P