August 24, 1997.
Godess...why me of all people? I mean, I'm not even the hottest boy in school, and yet I seem to attract more trouble than even Potter.
My father decided to pay a visit, yesterday. He wanted to see "How you were doing. You know your mother's worried sick about you spending time in this dank castle, and under the nose of so many people loyal to that fool of a headmaster." There he pauses, commenting about how many scars I've kept and aquired and don't even bother to hide now.
And such scars. Most I've received from him, either being innatentive in my 'duties', or simply not paying attention when he's around. Every so often- almost as if there's some random patern-he'll draw knife or sword, or any other sharp object close enough to him, and the next thing, I'm dripping crimson tears.
And it seems as if he's found two new interests to torture-one of them Kori. I'm not sure who the other is, but I pity their soul, whoever they are. Oh yes, details are a must in this telling-
When I was lounging in the common room, every nerve on the katana edge because of Lucius, Kori happened to ramble in from the shower, much as she usually does in the mornings, even in the States. She was clad in nothing but a towel, and my father took immediate notice. The next thing I'm seeing his her pressed against the wall, and my father pressed up against her. She bit his nose-almsot clean off. He left.
Then five hours later, I received an owl saying that I'd best watch his 'little girls' for him. Something doesn't feel right...
*~*~*~*~*
There was a dull snap as Draco closed the leather bound book and stood. He decided upon examination of the Slytherin common room that it was late enough in the early morning hours to get an undisturbed breakfast. "This is one long summer turned longer." He stepped out of the area, walking casually up to the great hall. He nearly groaned when he saw Hermione Granger sitting there, picking at her food-as usuall. "Hullo Granger." As it was early morning still, and school was not even in session, there was only one table.
She looked up at him as an unknown expression flashed in her face, replaced almost instantly with one of cool disinterest. "What Malfoy?"
He hid his shock at the vehemence he heard in her voice. "Just trying to act civilised. But I forgot that it's beyond your kind." He sat down at the other end of the table. Minutes later, he walked out after finishing his toast and reading the Prophet. "Yet again, Fudge screws up royaly." He was mildly surprised when he found himself under attack.
"Bloody bastard!" He blocked the punches, spinning and pressing his adversary against a wall.
"Please-no. Not again-" They were weak, and Draco really looked at his attacker.
"Granger? What the bloody hell-" He let her go, backing off, only to come to her side again as she collapsed. "Now I'm deffinately confused." He scooped her up, his legs steadily pumping up the stairs to the infirmary. "Damn and blast!" He swore under his breath, kicking the infirmary door as hard as he could without breaking it.
"Go away-"
"DAMMIT WOMAN! I HAVE NO PATIENCE FOR YOUR BEAUTY REST AT THE MOMENT!" He calmed as his burden unconciously squirmed.
"I said go away!"
"I NEED TO GET IN! I'LL KICK IN THIS DOOR IF I HAVE TOO!"
Hermione weakly screamed, and he looked down at her in some confusion.
"What the hell happened to her?" It was a willowy, dark haired, dark- complexioned woman.
"Look, I have no time for this. Where's Pomfrey?" He pushed his way into the chamber, setting his slight burden down on a bed.
"I'm right here. What happened?" The elderly woman walked out, charming her apron clean of blood. Draco ignored that.
"She just-fainted. She had started attacking me, and I pinned her to a wall in defense. She whimpered something, where I backed off at. Then she just collapsed, I caught her, and brought her here." Draco sat down, accepting a glass of water that floated to him.
Pomfrey nodded to the other woman, who scooped up the younger girl, and took her into a back room.
He had no idea why, but he stayed. Magically, he summoned his book, and started writing in it.
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Pretty cool so far, eh? I won't be doing this often, unless it's important, and this anouncement is. As soon as I get the chance too, and everybody's warned enough, this will not be entittled Life's Lessons, but A Soul on Fire. Let me know what you think of the change, or whether you want me too keep it Life's Lessons.
Godess...why me of all people? I mean, I'm not even the hottest boy in school, and yet I seem to attract more trouble than even Potter.
My father decided to pay a visit, yesterday. He wanted to see "How you were doing. You know your mother's worried sick about you spending time in this dank castle, and under the nose of so many people loyal to that fool of a headmaster." There he pauses, commenting about how many scars I've kept and aquired and don't even bother to hide now.
And such scars. Most I've received from him, either being innatentive in my 'duties', or simply not paying attention when he's around. Every so often- almost as if there's some random patern-he'll draw knife or sword, or any other sharp object close enough to him, and the next thing, I'm dripping crimson tears.
And it seems as if he's found two new interests to torture-one of them Kori. I'm not sure who the other is, but I pity their soul, whoever they are. Oh yes, details are a must in this telling-
When I was lounging in the common room, every nerve on the katana edge because of Lucius, Kori happened to ramble in from the shower, much as she usually does in the mornings, even in the States. She was clad in nothing but a towel, and my father took immediate notice. The next thing I'm seeing his her pressed against the wall, and my father pressed up against her. She bit his nose-almsot clean off. He left.
Then five hours later, I received an owl saying that I'd best watch his 'little girls' for him. Something doesn't feel right...
*~*~*~*~*
There was a dull snap as Draco closed the leather bound book and stood. He decided upon examination of the Slytherin common room that it was late enough in the early morning hours to get an undisturbed breakfast. "This is one long summer turned longer." He stepped out of the area, walking casually up to the great hall. He nearly groaned when he saw Hermione Granger sitting there, picking at her food-as usuall. "Hullo Granger." As it was early morning still, and school was not even in session, there was only one table.
She looked up at him as an unknown expression flashed in her face, replaced almost instantly with one of cool disinterest. "What Malfoy?"
He hid his shock at the vehemence he heard in her voice. "Just trying to act civilised. But I forgot that it's beyond your kind." He sat down at the other end of the table. Minutes later, he walked out after finishing his toast and reading the Prophet. "Yet again, Fudge screws up royaly." He was mildly surprised when he found himself under attack.
"Bloody bastard!" He blocked the punches, spinning and pressing his adversary against a wall.
"Please-no. Not again-" They were weak, and Draco really looked at his attacker.
"Granger? What the bloody hell-" He let her go, backing off, only to come to her side again as she collapsed. "Now I'm deffinately confused." He scooped her up, his legs steadily pumping up the stairs to the infirmary. "Damn and blast!" He swore under his breath, kicking the infirmary door as hard as he could without breaking it.
"Go away-"
"DAMMIT WOMAN! I HAVE NO PATIENCE FOR YOUR BEAUTY REST AT THE MOMENT!" He calmed as his burden unconciously squirmed.
"I said go away!"
"I NEED TO GET IN! I'LL KICK IN THIS DOOR IF I HAVE TOO!"
Hermione weakly screamed, and he looked down at her in some confusion.
"What the hell happened to her?" It was a willowy, dark haired, dark- complexioned woman.
"Look, I have no time for this. Where's Pomfrey?" He pushed his way into the chamber, setting his slight burden down on a bed.
"I'm right here. What happened?" The elderly woman walked out, charming her apron clean of blood. Draco ignored that.
"She just-fainted. She had started attacking me, and I pinned her to a wall in defense. She whimpered something, where I backed off at. Then she just collapsed, I caught her, and brought her here." Draco sat down, accepting a glass of water that floated to him.
Pomfrey nodded to the other woman, who scooped up the younger girl, and took her into a back room.
He had no idea why, but he stayed. Magically, he summoned his book, and started writing in it.
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Pretty cool so far, eh? I won't be doing this often, unless it's important, and this anouncement is. As soon as I get the chance too, and everybody's warned enough, this will not be entittled Life's Lessons, but A Soul on Fire. Let me know what you think of the change, or whether you want me too keep it Life's Lessons.