Isn't This What You Wanted?/The Malfoy Chronicles
By © Angela Marcisak, 2002
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters or settings, but I do own this story plot.*growls* Mine.mine..
Chapter Two: Fate Bites
"Off you go, Malfoy. I'm Iafraid/I you can't stay any longer." I could hear the drawl.that lazy drawl in Madam Pomfrey's voice that made me grit the hell out of my teeth.
I'd give her something to be afraid of, if it wasn't for Dumbledore's entry.
Gathering the books on the table next to my bed, I walked out of the hospital wing, nodding slightly to the headmaster. I could see him eyeing the bruises on my face, and lowering his gaze to the cuts on my wrists.
Shame that the blade hadn't quite hit the right nerves.
~*~*~*~
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape raised an eyebrow as I walked hastily into Potions class. I scanned the room for a place to sit.
Perfect, I thought. Just.fucking.peachy.
The only empty seat was situated right next to Potter.
Eat shit and die, Snape.I muttered, dragging my robes over to the stool.
Don't think I can't see you, Potter? Don't think I can't see that shit- eating grin on your pathetic face?
I slipped my hand down into my pocket, letting the silver shine off my blade and into the bright green eyes of my rival.
He looked up from the knife, a confused look plastered to his face. A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips.
"I'd watch my back if I were you, Potter," I whispered. "Wouldn't want to find your vocal cords tied around your head when you wake up, now, would we?"
He narrowed his eyes. I could see past that 'tough guy' look any day.he was only wearing the scared, pitiful.meaningless look I had seen a few days ago. The fucking coward.
"Mr. Potter!" Snape shouted at the rat with the messy raven-black hair.
"I asked you a Iquestion./I"
Nothing. Not a single word escaped his lips, and I only looked away, not letting Snape see I was grinning from ear to ear.
"Is that so? Well, I must concur.silence is the language of fools. Twenty-five points from Gryffindor."
Groans scattered across the room, from the Gryffindors. Snickers, from the Slytherins.
"Now," Snape droned on, "Your assignment is written on the board. You have the whole class to work on it.I suggest you get it done with no difficulties whatsoever, or there will be a price to pay." He glared one last time at Potter.
"Get to work."
By © Angela Marcisak, 2002
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters or settings, but I do own this story plot.*growls* Mine.mine..
Chapter Two: Fate Bites
"Off you go, Malfoy. I'm Iafraid/I you can't stay any longer." I could hear the drawl.that lazy drawl in Madam Pomfrey's voice that made me grit the hell out of my teeth.
I'd give her something to be afraid of, if it wasn't for Dumbledore's entry.
Gathering the books on the table next to my bed, I walked out of the hospital wing, nodding slightly to the headmaster. I could see him eyeing the bruises on my face, and lowering his gaze to the cuts on my wrists.
Shame that the blade hadn't quite hit the right nerves.
~*~*~*~
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape raised an eyebrow as I walked hastily into Potions class. I scanned the room for a place to sit.
Perfect, I thought. Just.fucking.peachy.
The only empty seat was situated right next to Potter.
Eat shit and die, Snape.I muttered, dragging my robes over to the stool.
Don't think I can't see you, Potter? Don't think I can't see that shit- eating grin on your pathetic face?
I slipped my hand down into my pocket, letting the silver shine off my blade and into the bright green eyes of my rival.
He looked up from the knife, a confused look plastered to his face. A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips.
"I'd watch my back if I were you, Potter," I whispered. "Wouldn't want to find your vocal cords tied around your head when you wake up, now, would we?"
He narrowed his eyes. I could see past that 'tough guy' look any day.he was only wearing the scared, pitiful.meaningless look I had seen a few days ago. The fucking coward.
"Mr. Potter!" Snape shouted at the rat with the messy raven-black hair.
"I asked you a Iquestion./I"
Nothing. Not a single word escaped his lips, and I only looked away, not letting Snape see I was grinning from ear to ear.
"Is that so? Well, I must concur.silence is the language of fools. Twenty-five points from Gryffindor."
Groans scattered across the room, from the Gryffindors. Snickers, from the Slytherins.
"Now," Snape droned on, "Your assignment is written on the board. You have the whole class to work on it.I suggest you get it done with no difficulties whatsoever, or there will be a price to pay." He glared one last time at Potter.
"Get to work."