'And they told us, all they wanted
Was a sound that could kill someone
From the distance
As we go ahead
And the meters go over in the red'
Kate Bush, Experiment IV
A/N: this is the last chapter of the story. I want to thank everyone who took their time to review. And I want to apologise to all you Lucius haters out there, but I am not capable of possibly even considering to write a real fanfic without having him in it.
Disclaimer: the characters used in the story are no property of mine, but of J. K. Rowling.
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Lucius Malfoy glanced at the yellowish piece of the parchment balancing at the top of his palm. His gray eyes wandered around his cold study. As the sun raised up, early in the morning, illuminating Lucius' pale face through the curtains, Lucius read the letter one last time. It was from a mysterious lady that claimed that Draco took her virginity last night.
Lucius smiled coldly, gripping the letter in his hand, and thinking 'That's my boy'. He opened the drawer of his desk and took out a thin long package.
"I knew you could do this, Draco."
Draco Malfoy woke up in cold sweat. Bad dream, again. Dream was that he was sitting, naked, in the bathtub full of warm water and spitting red blood from his mouth. And blood tasted so real in his blighted dream...
He felt particularly irritated this morning. Vincent and Gregory were silently unwrapping their Christmas presents, looking away from Draco. Draco sighed. The terrible aftermath of the of the last night's happening.
"You got some presents, too, Draco" Zabini said in tricky voice from the other side of the room.
"I am not blind, thank you very much" Draco snarled at him. He did not even care anymore about what everyone thought about what happened last night. He went greedily through his pile of presents coming to something that looked like a sword packaging.
Draco tear it open and found a 45 inch blade shining in the light of dormitry torches. He gripped the hilt tightly as Vincent and Gregory stared at him, look of triumph writen all over his face.
It was too early for Draco to be happy about the sword. He looked down the wrapping finding the note from his father.
'I keep my word' was only thing it said. But it was not clear to Draco - he didn't lose his virginity last night. And then he looked around, thinking, and realising that his cloak was missing. He remembered, he gave his cloak to the Mudblood last night. And the letter with Lucius' preposition was in that cloak. Could she possibly? She didn't give him back the cloak...
He had to talk to her.
Hermione received a little message, saying 'We need to talk' during the breakfast. Even though no one signed it, she knew who was it from -- Draco, who haven't showed up for breakfast. And she knew exactly what to do -- go down to Quidditch pitch after the breakfast.
She did so. This time, she was absolutely fearful to come down to him. And she had told no one where she was going.
Parvati and Lavender weren't happiest with her transformation to her old self. Bushy hair, conservative clothing, no make up, just a normal Hermione.
Draco was there, brushing snow out of his hair. Hermione immediately noticed a silver sword in his hand, shinning in the sun.
However, when she carefully reached him, he did nothing to make it look as though he was going to use it to harm her.
"What is it?" she asked, rather briskly. Draco seemed extra insolent today. Nodding in her direction he told her to come closer to him.
She did so.
"You found the letter, didn't you?"
Hermione answered with silence.
"And you wrote to my father telling him how we did it."
There was nothing to break the bond between their eyes. And nothing to fracture the impalpable truce with them.
"Yet, you embarrassed me thoroughly last night. AND, you have kept the favourite cloak" Draco said with a cold gaze in his eyes.
"I wanted to get back at you" she replied firmly.
"Oh really? And do you think I am so daft not to have it figured it out already?"
"No. I was just wondering why were you ever so unpleasant towards my friends and me?" now it was Hermione's turn to bear coolness in her eyes.
"I don't know, you irritate me. Especially now, Mudblood, when you are back to being your old ugly self. And you were really a hottie... But, c'est la vie. Father says, 'bear it', and bear it shall I."
"You don't want to call it a truce between us or anything?" Hermione wondered.
"Nope. Things will go back as they originally were. You know, I'll torment Harry because he has no proper family, Ron will be teased because of his poverty, and you'll be the worthless Mudblood" Draco shrugged, compressing the hilt in his hands.
"Fine. Have a nice day, Mister Malfoy."
"You too, Mudblood. By the way, keep the cloak. That is the present from me to you."
"I will" she said indifferently, leaving Draco to make snowmen and behead them with his sword.
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'I'll make dust of the whole damned wall
I'll make hovels for all the worms left off
my hands to save these idiot bastards'
The Ministry, Never Believe (The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste)
Was a sound that could kill someone
From the distance
As we go ahead
And the meters go over in the red'
Kate Bush, Experiment IV
A/N: this is the last chapter of the story. I want to thank everyone who took their time to review. And I want to apologise to all you Lucius haters out there, but I am not capable of possibly even considering to write a real fanfic without having him in it.
Disclaimer: the characters used in the story are no property of mine, but of J. K. Rowling.
________________________________________________________________________
Lucius Malfoy glanced at the yellowish piece of the parchment balancing at the top of his palm. His gray eyes wandered around his cold study. As the sun raised up, early in the morning, illuminating Lucius' pale face through the curtains, Lucius read the letter one last time. It was from a mysterious lady that claimed that Draco took her virginity last night.
Lucius smiled coldly, gripping the letter in his hand, and thinking 'That's my boy'. He opened the drawer of his desk and took out a thin long package.
"I knew you could do this, Draco."
Draco Malfoy woke up in cold sweat. Bad dream, again. Dream was that he was sitting, naked, in the bathtub full of warm water and spitting red blood from his mouth. And blood tasted so real in his blighted dream...
He felt particularly irritated this morning. Vincent and Gregory were silently unwrapping their Christmas presents, looking away from Draco. Draco sighed. The terrible aftermath of the of the last night's happening.
"You got some presents, too, Draco" Zabini said in tricky voice from the other side of the room.
"I am not blind, thank you very much" Draco snarled at him. He did not even care anymore about what everyone thought about what happened last night. He went greedily through his pile of presents coming to something that looked like a sword packaging.
Draco tear it open and found a 45 inch blade shining in the light of dormitry torches. He gripped the hilt tightly as Vincent and Gregory stared at him, look of triumph writen all over his face.
It was too early for Draco to be happy about the sword. He looked down the wrapping finding the note from his father.
'I keep my word' was only thing it said. But it was not clear to Draco - he didn't lose his virginity last night. And then he looked around, thinking, and realising that his cloak was missing. He remembered, he gave his cloak to the Mudblood last night. And the letter with Lucius' preposition was in that cloak. Could she possibly? She didn't give him back the cloak...
He had to talk to her.
Hermione received a little message, saying 'We need to talk' during the breakfast. Even though no one signed it, she knew who was it from -- Draco, who haven't showed up for breakfast. And she knew exactly what to do -- go down to Quidditch pitch after the breakfast.
She did so. This time, she was absolutely fearful to come down to him. And she had told no one where she was going.
Parvati and Lavender weren't happiest with her transformation to her old self. Bushy hair, conservative clothing, no make up, just a normal Hermione.
Draco was there, brushing snow out of his hair. Hermione immediately noticed a silver sword in his hand, shinning in the sun.
However, when she carefully reached him, he did nothing to make it look as though he was going to use it to harm her.
"What is it?" she asked, rather briskly. Draco seemed extra insolent today. Nodding in her direction he told her to come closer to him.
She did so.
"You found the letter, didn't you?"
Hermione answered with silence.
"And you wrote to my father telling him how we did it."
There was nothing to break the bond between their eyes. And nothing to fracture the impalpable truce with them.
"Yet, you embarrassed me thoroughly last night. AND, you have kept the favourite cloak" Draco said with a cold gaze in his eyes.
"I wanted to get back at you" she replied firmly.
"Oh really? And do you think I am so daft not to have it figured it out already?"
"No. I was just wondering why were you ever so unpleasant towards my friends and me?" now it was Hermione's turn to bear coolness in her eyes.
"I don't know, you irritate me. Especially now, Mudblood, when you are back to being your old ugly self. And you were really a hottie... But, c'est la vie. Father says, 'bear it', and bear it shall I."
"You don't want to call it a truce between us or anything?" Hermione wondered.
"Nope. Things will go back as they originally were. You know, I'll torment Harry because he has no proper family, Ron will be teased because of his poverty, and you'll be the worthless Mudblood" Draco shrugged, compressing the hilt in his hands.
"Fine. Have a nice day, Mister Malfoy."
"You too, Mudblood. By the way, keep the cloak. That is the present from me to you."
"I will" she said indifferently, leaving Draco to make snowmen and behead them with his sword.
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'I'll make dust of the whole damned wall
I'll make hovels for all the worms left off
my hands to save these idiot bastards'
The Ministry, Never Believe (The Mind is a Terrible Thing to Taste)