Hello! Thank you to everyone who reviewed last chapter. It was amazing!
This chapter is more about their reflections on events and happenings
before the whole cat and mouse games begins. Evil Draco and thoughtful
Hermione.
Please, please review! *Begs on hands and knees*
Disclaimer - I will one day own Draco, but until then J.K.R is the wonderful possessor.
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"You, whom all must loathe and fear, yet no one understands".
Kay Rivera
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It was the blackest of black nights. Not a star could be seen in the sky, and the moon was only a tiny sliver impaled in the heavens. Yet as always, the blackened outline of a solitude figure could be visibly seen leaning against an open window, taking peace in the cool breeze that brushed against his face and murmured in his ear. All was silent, and that was more than he could ask for.
As the clouds above shifted, a tiny strand of moonlight found its way down, reflecting off his platinum hair and casting a radiance of light around the room revealing his angelic features. He was stunningly beautiful, like a drawing out of a picture book. To some he could be mistaken for an angel, casting moonbeams down to sleeping children. Kissing them softly on their head as he weaved dreams of gold and silver of goodnight sleep. He would be their protector from all that is evil in this world. Their guardian angel.
However, mortals are easily fooled.
For others whom he had graced his presence with long enough, knew better. Only they could look past the radiant exterior to see the cruelness and malice that was reflected in his metallic beauty. Though many failed, when he dazzled their eyes with his splendour. Blinding them from all they believed in, and in turn taking them down with him to break his fall, like many fallen angels do.
So many lives he had broken like shattered crystal, or silk, torn and shredded to bits. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed displaying his power over others. His intelligence. People feared him, respected him. To them he is something they could never be, never even dream to be.
He had it all; looks, wealth, power, class and most of all heritage -
Pure blood.
People were attracted to him. They feared, loathed and envied him, yet they always swarmed to him like flies.
He hated it. Humans were useless to him, like broken toys. The only time when he ever took interest in another human being was when it profited him in some random way. For instance, sex. Sex was good. He couldn't give a damn about the girl, but he liked what their bodies could provide. Protection was another factor. You needed someone who could watch your back for you. Kill for you. And the list goes on. Yet in the end, these people, these toys, were always discarded. He couldn't stand long-term attachments.
As the clouds above continued to thin out, more moonlight spilled in through the basin of the window, creating a wraithlike glow of magnificence that made the room shine an eerie silver. He couldn't have felt more at home.
Draco Malfoy had always found comfort and solitude in moonlight. To him, the moon never judged like the sun did, it only ever understood. This was a time when he could gather his thoughts, relax, but most of all be at peace with himself; for he was at war with everyone else. He seemed to fight a constant battle against all, keeping his wit sharp and his sword sharper.
And he had left, and now he would soon be returning. Back to the school where it had all begun; the rivalries, the prejudice and most of all, the hate.
He was returning for a certain reason. No, he thought, more like a certain person.
He had a plan. A plan that would not fail, a plan he would not let fail. This person had been placed on Earth for the very reason he existed. And he would not falter or fall. Instead he would alter the future into a new course, which he would lead. Bending others to his will. Especially her.
The night was slowly breaking through into daylight. The sky faintly shimmered with the light of a new day, as the sun crept slowly over the horizon. He hadn't realised how long he had been standing there for, deep in thought, and hate.
He turned quickly away from the light. Like he had done so many times before.
Making sure all windows and curtains were closed, he fell into an exhausted sleep. The last thought on his mind before darkness overcame him consisted of her, revenge and his overpowering desire of hate.
For she would not only help him gain power in his future, but revenge on his past.
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Afternoon light filtered in through a nearby window turning the room into a peachy haze of ancient dust.
Outside the wind was whistling through the treetops of golden browns and reds. Autumn was well underway and the students, despite the presence of the sun, could already start to feel a slight damp in the air.
As the sun shifted, a shaft of light fell on a sleeping figure of a girl, whose coffee hair laid spread out upon a pillow like a sleepy, golden storm.
She slept peacefully, yet with a weariness that dark times were still to come.
It had been a week, and Hermione Granger had neither seen nor heard of the infamous Malfoy since her sighting seven days earlier. It was now Sunday, and she was taking full advantage of the opportunity of a sleep in. God knows how tired she had been from all her advanced classes, as well as being Head Girl had defiantly taken its toll on her. And then there was the whole Malfoy thing. No one had mentioned word since about it. No one dared.
Yet, though she held a certain fear in her heart, she was happy. Happy with her friends, her ability, and most of all herself. She couldn't really ask for anything more, or could she?
Hermione's mind had reluctantly wondered to him and all those years he had made hell for her. She couldn't have helped wondering why on earth would she ever feel drawn to the dark side. Or to put it more so, his dark side.
But now she was dreaming. Dreaming of a child born in a snowdrift of class and culture. Born to hate all whom are weak. Born to possess a beautiful face that no women could ever deny.
And though Hermione would not remember this dream when she awoke. Somewhere in her heart she knew that if he ever called upon her, she would not be able to deny. Not him. No matter how much she would try to resist. The devil always won in the end.
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Alright, I'm sorry it's so short! More actual Draco in the next chapter when he makes his big return and the cat and mouse game will begin, as well as the sarcasm, the hate and ..ohhhh..the passion!
Review!!!!!
Please, please review! *Begs on hands and knees*
Disclaimer - I will one day own Draco, but until then J.K.R is the wonderful possessor.
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"You, whom all must loathe and fear, yet no one understands".
Kay Rivera
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It was the blackest of black nights. Not a star could be seen in the sky, and the moon was only a tiny sliver impaled in the heavens. Yet as always, the blackened outline of a solitude figure could be visibly seen leaning against an open window, taking peace in the cool breeze that brushed against his face and murmured in his ear. All was silent, and that was more than he could ask for.
As the clouds above shifted, a tiny strand of moonlight found its way down, reflecting off his platinum hair and casting a radiance of light around the room revealing his angelic features. He was stunningly beautiful, like a drawing out of a picture book. To some he could be mistaken for an angel, casting moonbeams down to sleeping children. Kissing them softly on their head as he weaved dreams of gold and silver of goodnight sleep. He would be their protector from all that is evil in this world. Their guardian angel.
However, mortals are easily fooled.
For others whom he had graced his presence with long enough, knew better. Only they could look past the radiant exterior to see the cruelness and malice that was reflected in his metallic beauty. Though many failed, when he dazzled their eyes with his splendour. Blinding them from all they believed in, and in turn taking them down with him to break his fall, like many fallen angels do.
So many lives he had broken like shattered crystal, or silk, torn and shredded to bits. He enjoyed it. He enjoyed displaying his power over others. His intelligence. People feared him, respected him. To them he is something they could never be, never even dream to be.
He had it all; looks, wealth, power, class and most of all heritage -
Pure blood.
People were attracted to him. They feared, loathed and envied him, yet they always swarmed to him like flies.
He hated it. Humans were useless to him, like broken toys. The only time when he ever took interest in another human being was when it profited him in some random way. For instance, sex. Sex was good. He couldn't give a damn about the girl, but he liked what their bodies could provide. Protection was another factor. You needed someone who could watch your back for you. Kill for you. And the list goes on. Yet in the end, these people, these toys, were always discarded. He couldn't stand long-term attachments.
As the clouds above continued to thin out, more moonlight spilled in through the basin of the window, creating a wraithlike glow of magnificence that made the room shine an eerie silver. He couldn't have felt more at home.
Draco Malfoy had always found comfort and solitude in moonlight. To him, the moon never judged like the sun did, it only ever understood. This was a time when he could gather his thoughts, relax, but most of all be at peace with himself; for he was at war with everyone else. He seemed to fight a constant battle against all, keeping his wit sharp and his sword sharper.
And he had left, and now he would soon be returning. Back to the school where it had all begun; the rivalries, the prejudice and most of all, the hate.
He was returning for a certain reason. No, he thought, more like a certain person.
He had a plan. A plan that would not fail, a plan he would not let fail. This person had been placed on Earth for the very reason he existed. And he would not falter or fall. Instead he would alter the future into a new course, which he would lead. Bending others to his will. Especially her.
The night was slowly breaking through into daylight. The sky faintly shimmered with the light of a new day, as the sun crept slowly over the horizon. He hadn't realised how long he had been standing there for, deep in thought, and hate.
He turned quickly away from the light. Like he had done so many times before.
Making sure all windows and curtains were closed, he fell into an exhausted sleep. The last thought on his mind before darkness overcame him consisted of her, revenge and his overpowering desire of hate.
For she would not only help him gain power in his future, but revenge on his past.
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Afternoon light filtered in through a nearby window turning the room into a peachy haze of ancient dust.
Outside the wind was whistling through the treetops of golden browns and reds. Autumn was well underway and the students, despite the presence of the sun, could already start to feel a slight damp in the air.
As the sun shifted, a shaft of light fell on a sleeping figure of a girl, whose coffee hair laid spread out upon a pillow like a sleepy, golden storm.
She slept peacefully, yet with a weariness that dark times were still to come.
It had been a week, and Hermione Granger had neither seen nor heard of the infamous Malfoy since her sighting seven days earlier. It was now Sunday, and she was taking full advantage of the opportunity of a sleep in. God knows how tired she had been from all her advanced classes, as well as being Head Girl had defiantly taken its toll on her. And then there was the whole Malfoy thing. No one had mentioned word since about it. No one dared.
Yet, though she held a certain fear in her heart, she was happy. Happy with her friends, her ability, and most of all herself. She couldn't really ask for anything more, or could she?
Hermione's mind had reluctantly wondered to him and all those years he had made hell for her. She couldn't have helped wondering why on earth would she ever feel drawn to the dark side. Or to put it more so, his dark side.
But now she was dreaming. Dreaming of a child born in a snowdrift of class and culture. Born to hate all whom are weak. Born to possess a beautiful face that no women could ever deny.
And though Hermione would not remember this dream when she awoke. Somewhere in her heart she knew that if he ever called upon her, she would not be able to deny. Not him. No matter how much she would try to resist. The devil always won in the end.
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Alright, I'm sorry it's so short! More actual Draco in the next chapter when he makes his big return and the cat and mouse game will begin, as well as the sarcasm, the hate and ..ohhhh..the passion!
Review!!!!!