Conflict of Self
Chapter 6-Draco Reparo
Broken. Draco Malfoy was Broken. And lost if I remember rightly. The figurehead of 4th year
Slytherin members was broken. Their figurehead would need fixing, lest they wander away.
Draco Reparo.
-----
After a good night's sleep and an uninterrupted day of lessons, a stable, albeit reclusive, Draco
Malfoy returned to the dungeons, his emotions lying somewhere south of indifference. Draco was
broken and whoever was driving his emotions needed a new compass. He was happy to take a
back seat in the House while he got his ideas together, but he knew that he would need to return
swiftly if he wanted to stay on top of things. This however was not his current priority; then again,
he wasn't quite sure what was.
Draco "accio"ed over his best quill, a pot of ink and some parchment, and sat at the communal
desk. The best way to recover when lost, he decided, was to use a map. He then proceeded to
map all his problems onto the parchment before him.
"1.Me
2.Myself
3.I"
This was getting him about as far as a snowball in hell. The silence was intense and its volume
was killing his stream of thought. Bliss. The silence was broken.
-Lost? -
No. That was not the way Draco wanted to take out of this mess. Nor was this the voice that
Draco wished to hear. Thoroughly annoyed, he sat rigid in a poor attempt at faking concentration.
The voice, he had failed to recall, was not gullible, and therefore was not about to be stopped by
this poor, poor façade. Draco however was not helping. He did not wish to speak and so the voice
was in desperate need of a further line of communication.
Slowly, as if under the Imperius curse, Draco's cold arm lifted, his hands curling around the quill.
Draco, in an attempt to fake control, moved the quill towards the inkpot. This attempt was futile.
Draco Malfoy was not in control of his own actions. Smooth as silk, the quill moved freely across
the paper, words forming as it went.
"1. Draco
2. Lucius
3. Severus
4. Narcissa
5. Blaise"
Now, Draco was not one to place blame, despite what he outwardly displayed. This was
definitive. The voice was not a part of Draco. Still, this did leave Draco curious. Why him? Why
his parents? Why his head of house? Most puzzling of all, Why Blaise? He had already jumped to
the conclusion that it was Mr. Zabini who was named, but this did not lessen his confusion. What
had he done?
Draco felt his hand move again. His quill traced the paper with a perfectly circular shape. In the
middle of the circle, a name was written. The circle was entwined with a snake, the emblem of
Slytherin house. The name written on that paper was his own. Draco Malfoy. As suddenly as the
name had appeared it was gone. The middle of the circle burst into spectacular green and silver
flames, leaving no trace of the previous writing. The hand once more felt obliged to move. A new
name was traced onto the paper. A new, surprising name. Blaise Zabini.
Draco at first struggled to comprehend this symbolic gesture. Was Blaise to be his downfall? Was
he soon to die? No. Draco's theories were all too weak. Then it struck him. The circle. The social
circle within slytherin house. This left him in an awkward predicament. Draco felt sure that he was
being edged sideways to allow room for someone to gain pride of place as the center of slytherin
attention. Never in his moments of deepest, contemplating thought, had it occurred to him that
that person would be Blaise Zabini. Blaise had always seemed to Draco to be a kind considerate
boy, a perception which initial prompted Draco to question his placement in Slytherin house.
Draco had however grown to admire this, as he was sure that it was honest. He had seen St
Potter make a great show of his kindness, making him doubt his credibility, but Blaise seemed so
Honest and…no. He was a backstabber. Once again, Draco gave his volatile hatred free reign.
Blaise was trying to amplify Draco's instability for his personal gain. Blaise was a slytherin and a
powerful one at that. Could he…no. Draco point blank refused too believe that a fellow student
had the power to do this to him. But, it was another person into the mix. More fuel for the fire that
heated the cauldron. Draco Reparo? Miscast.
A/N: Sorry for the late update, I've had severe writer's block so please be a little lenient. I guess
this is going nowhere and taking its time about it as well, so any suggestions as to how I can wrap
this up before it puts my writing brain under cruciatus and flies out of control are welcome.
Chapter 6-Draco Reparo
Broken. Draco Malfoy was Broken. And lost if I remember rightly. The figurehead of 4th year
Slytherin members was broken. Their figurehead would need fixing, lest they wander away.
Draco Reparo.
-----
After a good night's sleep and an uninterrupted day of lessons, a stable, albeit reclusive, Draco
Malfoy returned to the dungeons, his emotions lying somewhere south of indifference. Draco was
broken and whoever was driving his emotions needed a new compass. He was happy to take a
back seat in the House while he got his ideas together, but he knew that he would need to return
swiftly if he wanted to stay on top of things. This however was not his current priority; then again,
he wasn't quite sure what was.
Draco "accio"ed over his best quill, a pot of ink and some parchment, and sat at the communal
desk. The best way to recover when lost, he decided, was to use a map. He then proceeded to
map all his problems onto the parchment before him.
"1.Me
2.Myself
3.I"
This was getting him about as far as a snowball in hell. The silence was intense and its volume
was killing his stream of thought. Bliss. The silence was broken.
-Lost? -
No. That was not the way Draco wanted to take out of this mess. Nor was this the voice that
Draco wished to hear. Thoroughly annoyed, he sat rigid in a poor attempt at faking concentration.
The voice, he had failed to recall, was not gullible, and therefore was not about to be stopped by
this poor, poor façade. Draco however was not helping. He did not wish to speak and so the voice
was in desperate need of a further line of communication.
Slowly, as if under the Imperius curse, Draco's cold arm lifted, his hands curling around the quill.
Draco, in an attempt to fake control, moved the quill towards the inkpot. This attempt was futile.
Draco Malfoy was not in control of his own actions. Smooth as silk, the quill moved freely across
the paper, words forming as it went.
"1. Draco
2. Lucius
3. Severus
4. Narcissa
5. Blaise"
Now, Draco was not one to place blame, despite what he outwardly displayed. This was
definitive. The voice was not a part of Draco. Still, this did leave Draco curious. Why him? Why
his parents? Why his head of house? Most puzzling of all, Why Blaise? He had already jumped to
the conclusion that it was Mr. Zabini who was named, but this did not lessen his confusion. What
had he done?
Draco felt his hand move again. His quill traced the paper with a perfectly circular shape. In the
middle of the circle, a name was written. The circle was entwined with a snake, the emblem of
Slytherin house. The name written on that paper was his own. Draco Malfoy. As suddenly as the
name had appeared it was gone. The middle of the circle burst into spectacular green and silver
flames, leaving no trace of the previous writing. The hand once more felt obliged to move. A new
name was traced onto the paper. A new, surprising name. Blaise Zabini.
Draco at first struggled to comprehend this symbolic gesture. Was Blaise to be his downfall? Was
he soon to die? No. Draco's theories were all too weak. Then it struck him. The circle. The social
circle within slytherin house. This left him in an awkward predicament. Draco felt sure that he was
being edged sideways to allow room for someone to gain pride of place as the center of slytherin
attention. Never in his moments of deepest, contemplating thought, had it occurred to him that
that person would be Blaise Zabini. Blaise had always seemed to Draco to be a kind considerate
boy, a perception which initial prompted Draco to question his placement in Slytherin house.
Draco had however grown to admire this, as he was sure that it was honest. He had seen St
Potter make a great show of his kindness, making him doubt his credibility, but Blaise seemed so
Honest and…no. He was a backstabber. Once again, Draco gave his volatile hatred free reign.
Blaise was trying to amplify Draco's instability for his personal gain. Blaise was a slytherin and a
powerful one at that. Could he…no. Draco point blank refused too believe that a fellow student
had the power to do this to him. But, it was another person into the mix. More fuel for the fire that
heated the cauldron. Draco Reparo? Miscast.
A/N: Sorry for the late update, I've had severe writer's block so please be a little lenient. I guess
this is going nowhere and taking its time about it as well, so any suggestions as to how I can wrap
this up before it puts my writing brain under cruciatus and flies out of control are welcome.