Ch 9
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Harry Potter universe; I just happily reside there most of the time. Please read and review. Flame if you like, but do you really want to make a demented person unhappy.
AN: Sorry that this chapter took so long, I needed to prepare myself to write it, you'll understand why when you read it and fanfiction has been off line for a while. I hope that it has an effect on you.
"Life is shit."
-The chocolate War
Clarice opened her eyes slowly and sat up in her bed. She thought of the night before and groaned. She decided to go out of her room for the first time that day to find Malfoy sitting in the common room with a book that he hid when she came down. "What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked. He smirked at her.
"Good morning, or should I say good afternoon? As to why I'm here well I thought that it would be fun to stay and see how you and Potter avoid each other for the Christmas holidays. It's been very interesting so far; you staying locked up in your room. Potter looked perfectly miserable at breakfast." He thought that she was going to lunge at him when she said
"You had something to do with that didn't you?" He frowned at her
"Honestly, it took you long enough. Yes I had everything to do with it and I hoped that you wouldn't be so stupid as to take this long to figure it out..."
"Why? What good did it do you? What gives you the right to mess with people's lives, Malfoy? Who made you so god damn important and great?"
"Because I can." Draco replied calmly at her rare outburst. He stood up and walked toward the portrait hole. He walked out of the room without anther word. There was a tapping on the window. Clarice turned to find Dianna's owl there. She let it in quickly and took the note form its talon.
"Dear Clarie,
Look, what happened last night was all Malfoy's work. Harry really likes you and Cho's just like most of the girls at our Muggle School, you know that type. Look I don't know why this all happened but it's over. Give Harry a chance please.
Thanks, your evil sidekick Di.
Ps. I punched out Malfoy does he have any bruises?" Clarice smiled and went to sit down but frowned when she sat on something hard. She picked up the book that Draco had been reading and frowned. It was a book from the restricted section of the library.
~Snape probably singed it out for him. ~ She thought as she opened it to were he was reading. It was some type of potion. She frowned as her eyes fell on the ingredients, than her eyes widened as she discovered what it was a potion for. "Oh shit." She whispered and took out a pen, she always had one in her pocket, and began to write on the back of Dianna's note, retie it and let the owl out the window. She picked up her wand and left the room.
Draco looked out the window. It was snowing steadily. It all looked so peaceful. He had left the common room about a half an hour ago. He had to make the potion without interruption, or else the results would not be that which he intended. He looked at the small vile in his hand. It held a pure white liquid, how deceiving it was in appearance. Everyone always thought that when something was white than it was purely good, but those people were idealistic fools and they always would be. They were hopeless because they refused to face the one simple fact in this life, that it's shit. People don't care. If they cared than why weren't the wizards and the muggles living in a peaceful coexistence? Why did they all kill each other all the time? Why did people think that just because someone else acted a certain way than you automatically did too? Those people looked fairy tales and legends and dead gods to tell them how to live their pathetic lives, well Draco had stopped believing in all that a long time ago. The Christian god had died on a cross and all the gods of the old ways were wiped out by chanting self-righteous monks. People had tried to tell him what to believe for years and he found that all he could count on was himself and he found that to be faltering with all that he was starting to see. Nothing was just black or white or evil or bad. There was a hell of a lot of gray there too. There was no set pattern, just changes and surprises that scared him. He hated it all. All the changes and all the self-examinations and the "well maybe this is true." He sighed at the confused thoughts in his mind. He raised the vile to his lips and was posed to drink it when a voice yelled. The poison tickled down the cracks and crevices of the stone floor of Hogworts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in the Harry Potter universe; I just happily reside there most of the time. Please read and review. Flame if you like, but do you really want to make a demented person unhappy.
AN: Sorry that this chapter took so long, I needed to prepare myself to write it, you'll understand why when you read it and fanfiction has been off line for a while. I hope that it has an effect on you.
"Life is shit."
-The chocolate War
Clarice opened her eyes slowly and sat up in her bed. She thought of the night before and groaned. She decided to go out of her room for the first time that day to find Malfoy sitting in the common room with a book that he hid when she came down. "What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" she asked. He smirked at her.
"Good morning, or should I say good afternoon? As to why I'm here well I thought that it would be fun to stay and see how you and Potter avoid each other for the Christmas holidays. It's been very interesting so far; you staying locked up in your room. Potter looked perfectly miserable at breakfast." He thought that she was going to lunge at him when she said
"You had something to do with that didn't you?" He frowned at her
"Honestly, it took you long enough. Yes I had everything to do with it and I hoped that you wouldn't be so stupid as to take this long to figure it out..."
"Why? What good did it do you? What gives you the right to mess with people's lives, Malfoy? Who made you so god damn important and great?"
"Because I can." Draco replied calmly at her rare outburst. He stood up and walked toward the portrait hole. He walked out of the room without anther word. There was a tapping on the window. Clarice turned to find Dianna's owl there. She let it in quickly and took the note form its talon.
"Dear Clarie,
Look, what happened last night was all Malfoy's work. Harry really likes you and Cho's just like most of the girls at our Muggle School, you know that type. Look I don't know why this all happened but it's over. Give Harry a chance please.
Thanks, your evil sidekick Di.
Ps. I punched out Malfoy does he have any bruises?" Clarice smiled and went to sit down but frowned when she sat on something hard. She picked up the book that Draco had been reading and frowned. It was a book from the restricted section of the library.
~Snape probably singed it out for him. ~ She thought as she opened it to were he was reading. It was some type of potion. She frowned as her eyes fell on the ingredients, than her eyes widened as she discovered what it was a potion for. "Oh shit." She whispered and took out a pen, she always had one in her pocket, and began to write on the back of Dianna's note, retie it and let the owl out the window. She picked up her wand and left the room.
Draco looked out the window. It was snowing steadily. It all looked so peaceful. He had left the common room about a half an hour ago. He had to make the potion without interruption, or else the results would not be that which he intended. He looked at the small vile in his hand. It held a pure white liquid, how deceiving it was in appearance. Everyone always thought that when something was white than it was purely good, but those people were idealistic fools and they always would be. They were hopeless because they refused to face the one simple fact in this life, that it's shit. People don't care. If they cared than why weren't the wizards and the muggles living in a peaceful coexistence? Why did they all kill each other all the time? Why did people think that just because someone else acted a certain way than you automatically did too? Those people looked fairy tales and legends and dead gods to tell them how to live their pathetic lives, well Draco had stopped believing in all that a long time ago. The Christian god had died on a cross and all the gods of the old ways were wiped out by chanting self-righteous monks. People had tried to tell him what to believe for years and he found that all he could count on was himself and he found that to be faltering with all that he was starting to see. Nothing was just black or white or evil or bad. There was a hell of a lot of gray there too. There was no set pattern, just changes and surprises that scared him. He hated it all. All the changes and all the self-examinations and the "well maybe this is true." He sighed at the confused thoughts in his mind. He raised the vile to his lips and was posed to drink it when a voice yelled. The poison tickled down the cracks and crevices of the stone floor of Hogworts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.