I don't own Harry Potter. What were you expecting? A funny statement?
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Draco hated the Moon. Hated the way the color reminded him of his hair. How his hair reminded him of his father's hair. How his father killed his mother.
Yet Draco lived for the night. It was rare knowledge, but the Malfoy family carried vampire blood. Over the centuries the more popular traits had died out, the thirst for blood, the fear of sunlight, the canine elongation, the prolonged life. Yet some traits were still there, the silver eyes, the paleness, the thirst for death, the catlike grace and agility, the power.
Tonight was one of the few when the Moon was hidden. He always took full advantage of these nights. The glamour he wore all day long drained him of his power and he could hold no Silencing spell. These were the times when he positively HOWLED. Cried out his frustration, his hatred, his love, his evilness, his purity. He had to do it himself. No one else would. It would be one of these nights when he went. Clear, arid, and Moonless. Just perfect.
Draco stepped into the Forbidden Forest's clearing. This was his spot. The spot where he allowed himself pity and how Draco scorned himself for that.
He sat down at the edge of the clearing, just about to begin his ritual. The sharp silver eyes caught movement. What was she doing at this time of night? He had a bad view of the lake and could just make out her face in the little starlight they did have. Draco did his trademark. The Malfoy Smirk.
This was the perfect time to get back at that perfect little know-it-all mudblood. It would take all that Draco had left but..
Draco lifted the glamour showing the pin, purple, blue, and black array of bruises that covered his facial features. He pushed back his robe sleeves and flicked the silver locks out off his face. Feet planted apart, Draco uttered the words to the spell.
Hermione went down. NO WAY was this mudblood going to be his first homicide. If he lived long enough to go to the Dark Lord's side he would kill a wizard with skills to match his own. She didn't deserve this honor. The force of the spell that Draco had sent had sent her flying, unconscious, into the lake. Just waiting to drown softly.
Draco didn't have enough power for an accio spell so he started to walk..
Draco hated the Moon. Hated the way the color reminded him of his hair. How his hair reminded him of his father's hair. How his father killed his mother.
Yet Draco lived for the night. It was rare knowledge, but the Malfoy family carried vampire blood. Over the centuries the more popular traits had died out, the thirst for blood, the fear of sunlight, the canine elongation, the prolonged life. Yet some traits were still there, the silver eyes, the paleness, the thirst for death, the catlike grace and agility, the power.
Tonight was one of the few when the Moon was hidden. He always took full advantage of these nights. The glamour he wore all day long drained him of his power and he could hold no Silencing spell. These were the times when he positively HOWLED. Cried out his frustration, his hatred, his love, his evilness, his purity. He had to do it himself. No one else would. It would be one of these nights when he went. Clear, arid, and Moonless. Just perfect.
Draco stepped into the Forbidden Forest's clearing. This was his spot. The spot where he allowed himself pity and how Draco scorned himself for that.
He sat down at the edge of the clearing, just about to begin his ritual. The sharp silver eyes caught movement. What was she doing at this time of night? He had a bad view of the lake and could just make out her face in the little starlight they did have. Draco did his trademark. The Malfoy Smirk.
This was the perfect time to get back at that perfect little know-it-all mudblood. It would take all that Draco had left but..
Draco lifted the glamour showing the pin, purple, blue, and black array of bruises that covered his facial features. He pushed back his robe sleeves and flicked the silver locks out off his face. Feet planted apart, Draco uttered the words to the spell.
Hermione went down. NO WAY was this mudblood going to be his first homicide. If he lived long enough to go to the Dark Lord's side he would kill a wizard with skills to match his own. She didn't deserve this honor. The force of the spell that Draco had sent had sent her flying, unconscious, into the lake. Just waiting to drown softly.
Draco didn't have enough power for an accio spell so he started to walk..