bDemonic Afterthoughtsb-(Draco Malfoy)
The young blonde sighed in defeat and hung his head as Madam Hooch raved and ranted, icy blue eyes staring down to the sand, kicking a bit up,stirring dust that resettled over and ebony boot. He snorted softly as she asked him a question. He didn't answer right away, which seemed to tap intio her nerves. She repeated the question with a startling screech that sent Draco into a whir, glaring back up with persian blues, feriocity to match the golden-hawk ones that the administrator stared down at him with. "Mister Malfoy..why did you lie?" She asked, her tone a bit calmer, as she firmly placed her hands on robe-cloaked hips. He snorts, shrugging once as his reply. She threw up her hands in exasperation as the platinum blonde gave a smug smirk, still facing the opposite direction of her retreating frame. A chuckle escaped his pouty lips and he turned, sinking into the soft sands that were lit by the placid evening light, exiting the practice arena for Quidditch with a sigh. Upon seeing the frame of his rival he smirked, figuring this ample time, since he was alone,to harras the boy. He felt a little unsure without his two 'body gaurds', but he slunk over, smirk on his face.
"Potter..what the hell did you think you were doing? Trying to be hero, again? I can tell you,one of these days, your going to end up killing yourself.. I relish that day." Draco figured this was harsh, but he had to be, because he couldn't let Perfect Potter show him up,could he? He crossed his arms across his chest, grinning again as he saw Harry give a shiver. He knew what he was thinking. Harry then opened his eyes,and the fire that Draco saw behind them was threatening as he spit back."Draco, one of these days your going to be hero. It'll be the day you die, because you'll be saving all the people you've never met from knowing you." And with this the boy took a step back,raising a brow. The comment hit home, but Draco's smile only widened. "Ferocity,eh Potter? That's alright, we all know that theres nothing behind those words." After that was spoken he turned on his heel, leaving Harry to brood over his words. He hung his head slightly, making his way back into Hogwarts.
"Bumbletops." And the portrait swung wide, Draco leaping backwards to avoid the sweep it made."Why did ours have be a whole damn mural?" He muttered angrily and stepped forward, ducking slightly out of habit, even though he wasn't even tall enough to touch the top of the archway. He slipped inside the dimly lit Slytherin common room, scowling as Crabbe and Goyle lay sprawled across the couch,most indefinatly passed out. "Pigs." Was all Malfoy spat, slipping into the chair closest to the fireplace, which was still roaring, immediatly feeling the effects of it's heat on his face. Drawls of sweat dappled his brow after a few moments of being enveloped by the cushion he stood up, tripping over his robes. He stumbled slightly, picking them up and moving back out the potrait,swinging it open wide and fast, hoping to catch someone off gaurd and topple them backwards. He did. He took a few steps out, staring down at none other than the blubbering Neville Longbottom.
Draco grinned slightly at him as Neville clutched his arm."Watch where your going, Longbottom. There are more important people sneaking around the castle late at night than you." He growled, and Longbottom seemed to have a bit of bravery in him. "I wasn't sneaking, Draco, and you oughta watch where your rich carcass drags itself." Immediatly Neville retracted with a blush as he sat there, cradling his arm. Draco took this oppertunity and lept upon him verbally, hissing. "And you better watch where your fat ass lands itself. You could squash someone." He snapped, turning away from him in a royal huff, descending the stairs. Neville obviously got up and turned back to the Gryffindor wing, because the Slytherin heard the gentle footfalls behind him of a retreating someone.
He made his way outside, to where Harry was still perched against the tree. He must have fallen asleep. Draco glided over, scowl set upon his pale face, arms swinging slightly for momentum. He glared down upon the boy, whos ebony tresses had entangled themself to sheild his eyes from the passing shadow of Draco Malfoy. "Well Potter..looks like someone is out late tonight, hmm?" He hissed through his teeth,which made the boy jump slightly, raising his face to glower at Malfoy. Draco chuckled softly, raising a brow at Harrys' reply. "I happened to fall asleep Malfoy. If your out here for a fight, then bring it" The blonde smirked widely. Harry must have had enough of him,because he usually wasn't in any mood to fight. But now he took a step back as Harry sprang up, removing his wand slowly from concealed robes. Draco did as well, clucking his tounge. "Don't you think that fighting with magic is unfair? I mean.. I don't want you to cheat of anything." Draco outright laughed and Harry growled slightly, aiming his mahogany wand with an outstretched arm.
"STUPEFY!" Sleepily yelled Harry and Draco was immediatly shot backwards, firey red lights emmited from Harrys' wand. He roared, clutching his chest as he staggered to stand. His voice was almost a squeak,but the firey twinge behind it was unmistakable. "Expelliarmus!" He yelled, and Harrys' wand shot from his hand to Dracos, who clutched it in his right. He grinned that smug grin of his, raising a brow. "Now what? Potter lost his wittle magic twicks..now what to do?" He repeated, his chest throbbing, blood seeping through the robes and staining them a darker black. The moon shone bright overhead as Harry took a daring step forward, his eyes blazing. Draco gave the same glare back,persian blues catching the malicious glint in his eyes,and for a breif moment he was scared. Harrys arm shot out from where it was clenched to the side of his body, and Draco knew at that moment he was in trouble. He raised his right arm,still clutching Harry's wand, to block the impact of the blow,but it was no use. Harry was wide awake now,and obviously he had had enough of Dracos harassment. His jaw felt as if it was being ripped from his body and he fell backwards onto the turf of the grounds, his mind totally forgetting the seized wands momentarily as he winced and cried out.
"Damnit Potter!" He yelped, glaring up as Harry stood over him, he could already feel the bruise threatening to surface in a dazzling aray of purples and yellows. Harry turned his back,and at this opportunity the blonde stood, arm swinging wide to clip the back of Harry's head. He stumbled and grabbed for his head and Draco stepped back, figuring he was probebly close to death,with his chest ripped open and whatnot.He hissed at Potter, and doubled over, his vision blurring as he watched his own tainted blood drip onto the ground. Harry took a step forward, leaning close to Draco's ear and whispering softly. "There there Draco, you can handle it..Or you can cry to Daddy" He hissed, kissing Draco's cheek with an almost demonic grin.
And Draco woke up. He was lying in the hospital wing, fluttering his eyes once or twice to stare up at the cathedral like ceiling, Madam Pompfrey fretting over him like a mother goose that had lost a duckling. She applied an ice pack to his jaw and Draco hissed and pulled away, tumbling onto the stoney floor with a whimper,as two nurses,one considerably younger than the other, racing to help him up. Though when he rose to his elbows to fend them off his chest ripped wide open again. He could feel it under the amass of bandages laced about him. He lay back down reluctantly, allowing himself to be gently put upon the pinstriped cot. He sighed softly as Madam Pompfrey came over to check on him. "My dear boy..Harry told us what all happened.. I knew that the Whomping Willow should be moved further off grounds" She clucked her tounge and shuffled off as Draco gave a glare to the ceiling,clenching his fist and letting out a pent up breath, grinding his teeth. "Damnit Potter.. and of course everyone will believe that you saved from it.. Damn you.. I'll get you" And with that his face contorted into a broad grin as he began to plot just how he could get Harry back, afterthoughts demonic.
The young blonde sighed in defeat and hung his head as Madam Hooch raved and ranted, icy blue eyes staring down to the sand, kicking a bit up,stirring dust that resettled over and ebony boot. He snorted softly as she asked him a question. He didn't answer right away, which seemed to tap intio her nerves. She repeated the question with a startling screech that sent Draco into a whir, glaring back up with persian blues, feriocity to match the golden-hawk ones that the administrator stared down at him with. "Mister Malfoy..why did you lie?" She asked, her tone a bit calmer, as she firmly placed her hands on robe-cloaked hips. He snorts, shrugging once as his reply. She threw up her hands in exasperation as the platinum blonde gave a smug smirk, still facing the opposite direction of her retreating frame. A chuckle escaped his pouty lips and he turned, sinking into the soft sands that were lit by the placid evening light, exiting the practice arena for Quidditch with a sigh. Upon seeing the frame of his rival he smirked, figuring this ample time, since he was alone,to harras the boy. He felt a little unsure without his two 'body gaurds', but he slunk over, smirk on his face.
"Potter..what the hell did you think you were doing? Trying to be hero, again? I can tell you,one of these days, your going to end up killing yourself.. I relish that day." Draco figured this was harsh, but he had to be, because he couldn't let Perfect Potter show him up,could he? He crossed his arms across his chest, grinning again as he saw Harry give a shiver. He knew what he was thinking. Harry then opened his eyes,and the fire that Draco saw behind them was threatening as he spit back."Draco, one of these days your going to be hero. It'll be the day you die, because you'll be saving all the people you've never met from knowing you." And with this the boy took a step back,raising a brow. The comment hit home, but Draco's smile only widened. "Ferocity,eh Potter? That's alright, we all know that theres nothing behind those words." After that was spoken he turned on his heel, leaving Harry to brood over his words. He hung his head slightly, making his way back into Hogwarts.
"Bumbletops." And the portrait swung wide, Draco leaping backwards to avoid the sweep it made."Why did ours have be a whole damn mural?" He muttered angrily and stepped forward, ducking slightly out of habit, even though he wasn't even tall enough to touch the top of the archway. He slipped inside the dimly lit Slytherin common room, scowling as Crabbe and Goyle lay sprawled across the couch,most indefinatly passed out. "Pigs." Was all Malfoy spat, slipping into the chair closest to the fireplace, which was still roaring, immediatly feeling the effects of it's heat on his face. Drawls of sweat dappled his brow after a few moments of being enveloped by the cushion he stood up, tripping over his robes. He stumbled slightly, picking them up and moving back out the potrait,swinging it open wide and fast, hoping to catch someone off gaurd and topple them backwards. He did. He took a few steps out, staring down at none other than the blubbering Neville Longbottom.
Draco grinned slightly at him as Neville clutched his arm."Watch where your going, Longbottom. There are more important people sneaking around the castle late at night than you." He growled, and Longbottom seemed to have a bit of bravery in him. "I wasn't sneaking, Draco, and you oughta watch where your rich carcass drags itself." Immediatly Neville retracted with a blush as he sat there, cradling his arm. Draco took this oppertunity and lept upon him verbally, hissing. "And you better watch where your fat ass lands itself. You could squash someone." He snapped, turning away from him in a royal huff, descending the stairs. Neville obviously got up and turned back to the Gryffindor wing, because the Slytherin heard the gentle footfalls behind him of a retreating someone.
He made his way outside, to where Harry was still perched against the tree. He must have fallen asleep. Draco glided over, scowl set upon his pale face, arms swinging slightly for momentum. He glared down upon the boy, whos ebony tresses had entangled themself to sheild his eyes from the passing shadow of Draco Malfoy. "Well Potter..looks like someone is out late tonight, hmm?" He hissed through his teeth,which made the boy jump slightly, raising his face to glower at Malfoy. Draco chuckled softly, raising a brow at Harrys' reply. "I happened to fall asleep Malfoy. If your out here for a fight, then bring it" The blonde smirked widely. Harry must have had enough of him,because he usually wasn't in any mood to fight. But now he took a step back as Harry sprang up, removing his wand slowly from concealed robes. Draco did as well, clucking his tounge. "Don't you think that fighting with magic is unfair? I mean.. I don't want you to cheat of anything." Draco outright laughed and Harry growled slightly, aiming his mahogany wand with an outstretched arm.
"STUPEFY!" Sleepily yelled Harry and Draco was immediatly shot backwards, firey red lights emmited from Harrys' wand. He roared, clutching his chest as he staggered to stand. His voice was almost a squeak,but the firey twinge behind it was unmistakable. "Expelliarmus!" He yelled, and Harrys' wand shot from his hand to Dracos, who clutched it in his right. He grinned that smug grin of his, raising a brow. "Now what? Potter lost his wittle magic twicks..now what to do?" He repeated, his chest throbbing, blood seeping through the robes and staining them a darker black. The moon shone bright overhead as Harry took a daring step forward, his eyes blazing. Draco gave the same glare back,persian blues catching the malicious glint in his eyes,and for a breif moment he was scared. Harrys arm shot out from where it was clenched to the side of his body, and Draco knew at that moment he was in trouble. He raised his right arm,still clutching Harry's wand, to block the impact of the blow,but it was no use. Harry was wide awake now,and obviously he had had enough of Dracos harassment. His jaw felt as if it was being ripped from his body and he fell backwards onto the turf of the grounds, his mind totally forgetting the seized wands momentarily as he winced and cried out.
"Damnit Potter!" He yelped, glaring up as Harry stood over him, he could already feel the bruise threatening to surface in a dazzling aray of purples and yellows. Harry turned his back,and at this opportunity the blonde stood, arm swinging wide to clip the back of Harry's head. He stumbled and grabbed for his head and Draco stepped back, figuring he was probebly close to death,with his chest ripped open and whatnot.He hissed at Potter, and doubled over, his vision blurring as he watched his own tainted blood drip onto the ground. Harry took a step forward, leaning close to Draco's ear and whispering softly. "There there Draco, you can handle it..Or you can cry to Daddy" He hissed, kissing Draco's cheek with an almost demonic grin.
And Draco woke up. He was lying in the hospital wing, fluttering his eyes once or twice to stare up at the cathedral like ceiling, Madam Pompfrey fretting over him like a mother goose that had lost a duckling. She applied an ice pack to his jaw and Draco hissed and pulled away, tumbling onto the stoney floor with a whimper,as two nurses,one considerably younger than the other, racing to help him up. Though when he rose to his elbows to fend them off his chest ripped wide open again. He could feel it under the amass of bandages laced about him. He lay back down reluctantly, allowing himself to be gently put upon the pinstriped cot. He sighed softly as Madam Pompfrey came over to check on him. "My dear boy..Harry told us what all happened.. I knew that the Whomping Willow should be moved further off grounds" She clucked her tounge and shuffled off as Draco gave a glare to the ceiling,clenching his fist and letting out a pent up breath, grinding his teeth. "Damnit Potter.. and of course everyone will believe that you saved from it.. Damn you.. I'll get you" And with that his face contorted into a broad grin as he began to plot just how he could get Harry back, afterthoughts demonic.
