'My iron maiden
she says she's sorry:
'We are not friends any more', don't worry
She shall grant me quick death'
A/N: for all you who don't know, the Iron Maiden is a medieval torturing device. I didn't know for a long time, either. If you've seen movie 'Sleepy Hallow', it is that coffin-like thing where the mother of the main-character (Johnny Depp) was stuck into. It is filled inside with sharps pieced of metal so it pierces through the skin when it's closed. Quite creepy death, but they had worse things at that time.
Disclaimer: none of the characters used in the story bellow belong to me and therefore, I am not making any money out of this.
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12 PM.
Draco stared blankly at the ceiling so high it could not be seen in the dim lights of the common room's angry fires. Everything around him was deserted, his booted feet on the coffee table, leaning over the pampered sofa.
He stared at his father's letter one more time. There was nothing too important, same old ruddy excuses not to get him his sword. Like 'you don't need it' and 'what do you need it for'. He was tired of his father being objectionable. Couldn't he give his son one straight reason?
Draco have made him an essay-formatted letter about why should he have a sword. He listed all the reasons, starting with the fact that he's fifteen and that he does not find sword a heavy object anymore.
But old grouchy dad Lucius would not buy his son a sword.
Draco woke next morning to find himself all in sweat. He had a bad dream. He was inside a room with white fluffy carpet. Dozens and dozens of black scorpions were crawling everywhere around. People were there, too -- Potter, Weasley, and the Mudblood, he recalled. He was screaming loudly in the dream for them to help him because the scorpions seemed to attack ONLY him, but they would just be watching a black box in the corner with moving picture on it.
He breathed loudly as he drew the curtains of his bed.
-"You look tired" - commented sourly Blaise Zabini, Draco's roommate - "when did you go to sleep last night?"
-"That is none of your business" - Draco retorted, trying to catch his breath and sitting on the bed. The dream was awful.
-"I just asking, jeez..." - said Blaise unto himself and trailed off to the bathroom just as Vincent Goyle stepped out of it. His loud comment was heard over the closed doors: -"Fuck you Goyle, how many times have I told you to do the Anti-Odour charm after you take out your crap!"
Draco ignored it. And Crabbe and Goyle ignored Draco. They knew his foul mood, they felt it in the air.
-"Crabbe!" - Draco drawled suddenly, his voice scatty.
-"Yes" - Gregory turned his troll-like face to Draco.
-"If bunch of scorpions were attacking me... would you... would you help?"
-"Of course" - Gregory shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
-"What day is it today?"
-"It's Saturday, the Hogsmeade Saturday" - Vincent answered instead. He knew it was, because he was waiting for it so he could go and buy new issue of 'Playwitch'.
-"Do they sell swords in Hogsmeade?" - Draco snapped bitterly, getting up.
-"I dunno" - Vincent replied.
-"What do you mean, you don't know? Go and ask Warrington if he does" - Draco snarled shoving the door open for Vincent to get out.
-"He is just getting stupider and stupider everyday. With age, men are supposed to mature, to learn... but he is going backwards" - Draco muttered to himself, opening his trunk and throwing bunch of clothes outside. There was pile of black, gray-blue, charcoal, and white.
-"Oh, what are you staring, you are just like him" - Draco said unto Gregory, who used to Draco's regular insults, shrugged.
Draco came down to breakfast with company of Gregory, wearing white cotton shirt, first three buttons opened, and beige pants. They sat down at the table and Draco glanced around looking what was there to eat -- nothing! They never had a decent meal in Hogwarts in his opinion. All these pastries and pies and things, he could not stand. He loved rice. He could eat anything, even raw meat, as long as he had rice.
-"Hi Draco" - sung Pansy, sitting down where Vincent usually sat.
-"Hello" - Draco replied politely, giving one of his fakest smiles to her. He was always nice to her, but never too affectionate. He knew he could get anything from her, but then it wouldn't be fun.
-"So did you decide who are you taking to the Yule Ball?" - she asked, going through her died blond hair.
-"Well I did" - he smiled to her mystically.
-"Who is the lucky lady?" - she giggled.
-"Just wait and you may find out" - he smiled, patting over her hand.
-"Ooh, I bet she must be very pretty when someone as hot as you, Draco, is after her..."
-"Of course".
And Pansy left, on Draco's relief. There was no mystery-lady. He still didn't know who to ask out for the Yule Ball. He knew that there was that daughter of his father's friends, Sheila, that went to some other wizard school. She would probably accept to come for one night to Hogwarts. And she was pretty enough for Draco, long black hair and blue eyes, but she was never really interested in him.
But Draco knew always to be nice to girls. Even if they are 'Mudbloods' he would show a certain note of courtesy. Like when Hermione hit him and he didn't hit her back. Like last night when he could've harmed Hermione and he didn't. Well, not physically. Of course, one of the reasons why he left her safe and sound was that she would tell someone, but his father always used to say 'dead mouth can't talk' (only if she became a ghost....).
His father once has also told him, in those exact words - "Women are not very smart, they just ask for a bit of affection and you'll have their sex. The real ones are the ones that won't fall on that trick. To whom you have to make them fall in love with you to get to fuck them". Of course, Draco was sure, Lucius would have to be drunk to start the sex theme with Draco. Lucius always thought of Draco as feminine boy, not much into girl, but not really destined to become gay.
Draco always had those words in his head when he spoke to any female (he wanted badly to prove his father he is manly enough), even McGonagall. But he highly suspected that he will be wanting any sex from her. And he highly suspected that she would give it to him. Maybe she is still a virgin, he thought. 'If I press Snape hard enough, maybe he'll tell me more about her'.
-"Warrington says that there is one sword shop in Hogsmeade. It's very far from the centre, though, and he didn't know exactly where it is" - Vincent said when he came back.
-"Splendid" - Draco muttered just in time for the owl mail.
He received his usual packets, sweets from his mother, letter from his father, and various other things from his relatives. But this time his father included some other speciality; if wasn't another newspaper article ridiculing Weasleys, it was his Christmas money.
-"Now listen here" - Draco said quietly, beckoning his friends to come nearer - "I've got this money, and I am going to buy a sword today. It should be more than enough. Father always gives me a lot of money."
-"But what if your father finds out?" - Vincent winced.
-"He won't find out" - sighed Draco, like he was talking to an idiot (well, he was actually).
-"He said he is going to stick you inside the Iron Maiden. He says he needs someone to try it out on, anyway" - commented Gregory.
-"Keep that attitude, and I'll be the one sticking YOU in there, butthead."
Draco liked the cold weather but snow was a vex for him. It would tangle into his hair, melting later and ruining his sleek posture. Crabbe and Goyle followed him closely, each clutching different issue of 'Playwitch' folded so no one could see what is it. Draco didn't care for those things -- just stupid magazines, he guessed. He had candy stacked in his pockets, the one he bought in Honeydukes. Candy was his favourite food after the rice.
-"Where is the store?" - asked Gregory as they walked down a nearly deserted street.
-"It should be around here somewhere" - Draco snapped. And just then they were standing in front of story that said 'McAuleys' Swords'. Draco went through the door lazily, Crabbe and Goyle following. He momentarily noticed the silver case on the counter. Not ever looking over the other swords exposed on black velvet walls, Draco opened the case decorated with Celtic patterns. It was a Celtic sword.
-"Blade length: 37 inches, folded three times by my grandfather personally, made out of the strongest and finest alloy... superb choice Master Malfoy" - said a misty voice from behind of him.
Draco turned around and recognised the man - tall, gaunt, Scottish accent, black clothes and green velvet vest.
-"Master Malfoy, long time no see" - the man held out a hand for Draco. Draco shook it.
-"I was busy, Mr Donald McAuley. Anyway, how much is this sword" - Draco said curiously, taking it out of the silver casing. He gripped the cold metal handle and swayed it around few times. It wasn't too heavy, but heavy enough to cut with no difficulties. Draco liked the feel of it.
-"It is a lot, Master Malfoy" - said the man smoothly.
-"Then I'll take it" - Draco said confidently. Crabbe and Goyle admired him from the back of the room.
-"I am sorry, but I don't think it is possible for you to do so" - answered he.
-"I have enough money" - Draco sneered.
-"I don't think that money is problem. You see your father, Master Lucius, he strictly forbid me to sell you anything that has blade" - sighed the man.
-"What?" - Draco snapped, dropping his sword.
-"I am sorry, but you cannot buy it."
-"Stupid skirt-wearing man" - Draco said spitefully in mock-Scottish accent, leaving the store, Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
-"That idiot" - Draco was muttering to himself as they climbed the hills that lead to the castle. Crabbe and Goyle found it prudent to shut up. Even though they were three times bigger then Draco, they were afraid of him.
In the school, Draco was left alone in the common room alone. Crabbe and Goyle were in the dormitory (read their magazines, and doing *ahem* something else), and the rest of Slytherin was in the Hogsmeade.
He grabbed the quill and parchment and started writing:
'Dear Father,
'Guess what? I remember how you told me that what ever I want I should get it. Well I did. I wanted to get that goddamn sword today but the guy in the story told me that you told me not to sell me anything that has blade on it. Oh, silly me, you didn't tell him, you probably threatened. But oh well. Have nice Christmas Holidays and the thing I would like to get out of you is a straight reason why can't I have a sword,
'Love,
'Draco'
Draco mailed -- sorry, owled the letter. His foul mood brightened up later when people came back from Hogsmeade. Pansy and her friend Laura showed him what they bought in Hogsmeade. Along with all the 'girly stuff', as Draco always called it, they showed him their new thongs and bras. Like, they wanted Draco to give them opinion at all the lacy and frilly stuff. And they giggled a lot as Draco was going over one made out of fishnet. Draco new that they both liked him, but he wasn't particularly interested in either of them. But, he'll need them for sex one day, so as his father used to say 'Bear with it'.
-"Oh, oh, you know what?" - Pansy started suddenly screaming.
-"Well actually, I don't know what, if you would tell me..." - Draco said casually.
-"You know the Granger Mudblood, she went to hair-salon and they died her hair and straightened it up. And she put all that make-up on her... In my opinion she looks really ugly" - Pansy said maliciously knowing that it's not true.
Laura agreed with her. Laura, a fat girl with ugly face and badly done highlighted hair. Quite hideous, Draco thought that he even wouldn't sleep with her, but she had big breasts in his opinion.
-"Shall we go and eat?" - Pansy asked, taking Draco's attention of Laura.
-"Sure, you two go, and I'll join you" - Draco said leaving them. He headed towards the dormitory for Crabbe and Goyle, but they seemed to be left for dinner. Of course, not even their loyalty to Draco could take their mind of the food.
Draco set of by himself. Corridors were empty; everyone has already came down eat, just he, caught in his thong-talk with Pansy and Laura was left alone. He walked lazily smirking evilly at the portraits of people with aghast skin. He was almost in the great hall, just after one corner he hit someone accidentally. It was a small coalition, a girl that was, and she dropped her book.
-"I am sorry" - she said timidly as he picked up to get her the book.
-"My fault, entirely" - he said, noticing that the girl is hot. He glanced at the book, 'Mediaeval Torture Devices' by Adrian Bradford.
-"Excellent choice, which torturing device if your favourite?" - Draco said, casually leaning on the wall, looking over the book.
-"Well... it would be to morbid to call it my favourite, but it's iron maiden" - she answered.
Draco knew that voice, it couldn't be. But he carried along the conversation.
-"So it's mine... you know, it was also Salaraz Slytherin's favourite device to kill Mudbloods" - he said, his eyes shinning malevolently.
-"You son of a-"
-"Are you going to hit me again?" - Draco asked, giving her the book, and chuckling lightly.
Hermione grabbed her book and answered firmly: -"No."
And she walked away.
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'and southern man can grow gold
can grow pertty
blood can be pertty like
a delicate man'
Tori Amos
she says she's sorry:
'We are not friends any more', don't worry
She shall grant me quick death'
A/N: for all you who don't know, the Iron Maiden is a medieval torturing device. I didn't know for a long time, either. If you've seen movie 'Sleepy Hallow', it is that coffin-like thing where the mother of the main-character (Johnny Depp) was stuck into. It is filled inside with sharps pieced of metal so it pierces through the skin when it's closed. Quite creepy death, but they had worse things at that time.
Disclaimer: none of the characters used in the story bellow belong to me and therefore, I am not making any money out of this.
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12 PM.
Draco stared blankly at the ceiling so high it could not be seen in the dim lights of the common room's angry fires. Everything around him was deserted, his booted feet on the coffee table, leaning over the pampered sofa.
He stared at his father's letter one more time. There was nothing too important, same old ruddy excuses not to get him his sword. Like 'you don't need it' and 'what do you need it for'. He was tired of his father being objectionable. Couldn't he give his son one straight reason?
Draco have made him an essay-formatted letter about why should he have a sword. He listed all the reasons, starting with the fact that he's fifteen and that he does not find sword a heavy object anymore.
But old grouchy dad Lucius would not buy his son a sword.
Draco woke next morning to find himself all in sweat. He had a bad dream. He was inside a room with white fluffy carpet. Dozens and dozens of black scorpions were crawling everywhere around. People were there, too -- Potter, Weasley, and the Mudblood, he recalled. He was screaming loudly in the dream for them to help him because the scorpions seemed to attack ONLY him, but they would just be watching a black box in the corner with moving picture on it.
He breathed loudly as he drew the curtains of his bed.
-"You look tired" - commented sourly Blaise Zabini, Draco's roommate - "when did you go to sleep last night?"
-"That is none of your business" - Draco retorted, trying to catch his breath and sitting on the bed. The dream was awful.
-"I just asking, jeez..." - said Blaise unto himself and trailed off to the bathroom just as Vincent Goyle stepped out of it. His loud comment was heard over the closed doors: -"Fuck you Goyle, how many times have I told you to do the Anti-Odour charm after you take out your crap!"
Draco ignored it. And Crabbe and Goyle ignored Draco. They knew his foul mood, they felt it in the air.
-"Crabbe!" - Draco drawled suddenly, his voice scatty.
-"Yes" - Gregory turned his troll-like face to Draco.
-"If bunch of scorpions were attacking me... would you... would you help?"
-"Of course" - Gregory shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly.
-"What day is it today?"
-"It's Saturday, the Hogsmeade Saturday" - Vincent answered instead. He knew it was, because he was waiting for it so he could go and buy new issue of 'Playwitch'.
-"Do they sell swords in Hogsmeade?" - Draco snapped bitterly, getting up.
-"I dunno" - Vincent replied.
-"What do you mean, you don't know? Go and ask Warrington if he does" - Draco snarled shoving the door open for Vincent to get out.
-"He is just getting stupider and stupider everyday. With age, men are supposed to mature, to learn... but he is going backwards" - Draco muttered to himself, opening his trunk and throwing bunch of clothes outside. There was pile of black, gray-blue, charcoal, and white.
-"Oh, what are you staring, you are just like him" - Draco said unto Gregory, who used to Draco's regular insults, shrugged.
Draco came down to breakfast with company of Gregory, wearing white cotton shirt, first three buttons opened, and beige pants. They sat down at the table and Draco glanced around looking what was there to eat -- nothing! They never had a decent meal in Hogwarts in his opinion. All these pastries and pies and things, he could not stand. He loved rice. He could eat anything, even raw meat, as long as he had rice.
-"Hi Draco" - sung Pansy, sitting down where Vincent usually sat.
-"Hello" - Draco replied politely, giving one of his fakest smiles to her. He was always nice to her, but never too affectionate. He knew he could get anything from her, but then it wouldn't be fun.
-"So did you decide who are you taking to the Yule Ball?" - she asked, going through her died blond hair.
-"Well I did" - he smiled to her mystically.
-"Who is the lucky lady?" - she giggled.
-"Just wait and you may find out" - he smiled, patting over her hand.
-"Ooh, I bet she must be very pretty when someone as hot as you, Draco, is after her..."
-"Of course".
And Pansy left, on Draco's relief. There was no mystery-lady. He still didn't know who to ask out for the Yule Ball. He knew that there was that daughter of his father's friends, Sheila, that went to some other wizard school. She would probably accept to come for one night to Hogwarts. And she was pretty enough for Draco, long black hair and blue eyes, but she was never really interested in him.
But Draco knew always to be nice to girls. Even if they are 'Mudbloods' he would show a certain note of courtesy. Like when Hermione hit him and he didn't hit her back. Like last night when he could've harmed Hermione and he didn't. Well, not physically. Of course, one of the reasons why he left her safe and sound was that she would tell someone, but his father always used to say 'dead mouth can't talk' (only if she became a ghost....).
His father once has also told him, in those exact words - "Women are not very smart, they just ask for a bit of affection and you'll have their sex. The real ones are the ones that won't fall on that trick. To whom you have to make them fall in love with you to get to fuck them". Of course, Draco was sure, Lucius would have to be drunk to start the sex theme with Draco. Lucius always thought of Draco as feminine boy, not much into girl, but not really destined to become gay.
Draco always had those words in his head when he spoke to any female (he wanted badly to prove his father he is manly enough), even McGonagall. But he highly suspected that he will be wanting any sex from her. And he highly suspected that she would give it to him. Maybe she is still a virgin, he thought. 'If I press Snape hard enough, maybe he'll tell me more about her'.
-"Warrington says that there is one sword shop in Hogsmeade. It's very far from the centre, though, and he didn't know exactly where it is" - Vincent said when he came back.
-"Splendid" - Draco muttered just in time for the owl mail.
He received his usual packets, sweets from his mother, letter from his father, and various other things from his relatives. But this time his father included some other speciality; if wasn't another newspaper article ridiculing Weasleys, it was his Christmas money.
-"Now listen here" - Draco said quietly, beckoning his friends to come nearer - "I've got this money, and I am going to buy a sword today. It should be more than enough. Father always gives me a lot of money."
-"But what if your father finds out?" - Vincent winced.
-"He won't find out" - sighed Draco, like he was talking to an idiot (well, he was actually).
-"He said he is going to stick you inside the Iron Maiden. He says he needs someone to try it out on, anyway" - commented Gregory.
-"Keep that attitude, and I'll be the one sticking YOU in there, butthead."
Draco liked the cold weather but snow was a vex for him. It would tangle into his hair, melting later and ruining his sleek posture. Crabbe and Goyle followed him closely, each clutching different issue of 'Playwitch' folded so no one could see what is it. Draco didn't care for those things -- just stupid magazines, he guessed. He had candy stacked in his pockets, the one he bought in Honeydukes. Candy was his favourite food after the rice.
-"Where is the store?" - asked Gregory as they walked down a nearly deserted street.
-"It should be around here somewhere" - Draco snapped. And just then they were standing in front of story that said 'McAuleys' Swords'. Draco went through the door lazily, Crabbe and Goyle following. He momentarily noticed the silver case on the counter. Not ever looking over the other swords exposed on black velvet walls, Draco opened the case decorated with Celtic patterns. It was a Celtic sword.
-"Blade length: 37 inches, folded three times by my grandfather personally, made out of the strongest and finest alloy... superb choice Master Malfoy" - said a misty voice from behind of him.
Draco turned around and recognised the man - tall, gaunt, Scottish accent, black clothes and green velvet vest.
-"Master Malfoy, long time no see" - the man held out a hand for Draco. Draco shook it.
-"I was busy, Mr Donald McAuley. Anyway, how much is this sword" - Draco said curiously, taking it out of the silver casing. He gripped the cold metal handle and swayed it around few times. It wasn't too heavy, but heavy enough to cut with no difficulties. Draco liked the feel of it.
-"It is a lot, Master Malfoy" - said the man smoothly.
-"Then I'll take it" - Draco said confidently. Crabbe and Goyle admired him from the back of the room.
-"I am sorry, but I don't think it is possible for you to do so" - answered he.
-"I have enough money" - Draco sneered.
-"I don't think that money is problem. You see your father, Master Lucius, he strictly forbid me to sell you anything that has blade" - sighed the man.
-"What?" - Draco snapped, dropping his sword.
-"I am sorry, but you cannot buy it."
-"Stupid skirt-wearing man" - Draco said spitefully in mock-Scottish accent, leaving the store, Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
-"That idiot" - Draco was muttering to himself as they climbed the hills that lead to the castle. Crabbe and Goyle found it prudent to shut up. Even though they were three times bigger then Draco, they were afraid of him.
In the school, Draco was left alone in the common room alone. Crabbe and Goyle were in the dormitory (read their magazines, and doing *ahem* something else), and the rest of Slytherin was in the Hogsmeade.
He grabbed the quill and parchment and started writing:
'Dear Father,
'Guess what? I remember how you told me that what ever I want I should get it. Well I did. I wanted to get that goddamn sword today but the guy in the story told me that you told me not to sell me anything that has blade on it. Oh, silly me, you didn't tell him, you probably threatened. But oh well. Have nice Christmas Holidays and the thing I would like to get out of you is a straight reason why can't I have a sword,
'Love,
'Draco'
Draco mailed -- sorry, owled the letter. His foul mood brightened up later when people came back from Hogsmeade. Pansy and her friend Laura showed him what they bought in Hogsmeade. Along with all the 'girly stuff', as Draco always called it, they showed him their new thongs and bras. Like, they wanted Draco to give them opinion at all the lacy and frilly stuff. And they giggled a lot as Draco was going over one made out of fishnet. Draco new that they both liked him, but he wasn't particularly interested in either of them. But, he'll need them for sex one day, so as his father used to say 'Bear with it'.
-"Oh, oh, you know what?" - Pansy started suddenly screaming.
-"Well actually, I don't know what, if you would tell me..." - Draco said casually.
-"You know the Granger Mudblood, she went to hair-salon and they died her hair and straightened it up. And she put all that make-up on her... In my opinion she looks really ugly" - Pansy said maliciously knowing that it's not true.
Laura agreed with her. Laura, a fat girl with ugly face and badly done highlighted hair. Quite hideous, Draco thought that he even wouldn't sleep with her, but she had big breasts in his opinion.
-"Shall we go and eat?" - Pansy asked, taking Draco's attention of Laura.
-"Sure, you two go, and I'll join you" - Draco said leaving them. He headed towards the dormitory for Crabbe and Goyle, but they seemed to be left for dinner. Of course, not even their loyalty to Draco could take their mind of the food.
Draco set of by himself. Corridors were empty; everyone has already came down eat, just he, caught in his thong-talk with Pansy and Laura was left alone. He walked lazily smirking evilly at the portraits of people with aghast skin. He was almost in the great hall, just after one corner he hit someone accidentally. It was a small coalition, a girl that was, and she dropped her book.
-"I am sorry" - she said timidly as he picked up to get her the book.
-"My fault, entirely" - he said, noticing that the girl is hot. He glanced at the book, 'Mediaeval Torture Devices' by Adrian Bradford.
-"Excellent choice, which torturing device if your favourite?" - Draco said, casually leaning on the wall, looking over the book.
-"Well... it would be to morbid to call it my favourite, but it's iron maiden" - she answered.
Draco knew that voice, it couldn't be. But he carried along the conversation.
-"So it's mine... you know, it was also Salaraz Slytherin's favourite device to kill Mudbloods" - he said, his eyes shinning malevolently.
-"You son of a-"
-"Are you going to hit me again?" - Draco asked, giving her the book, and chuckling lightly.
Hermione grabbed her book and answered firmly: -"No."
And she walked away.
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'and southern man can grow gold
can grow pertty
blood can be pertty like
a delicate man'
Tori Amos