Creep - Chapter 6
It was warm. Nothing but soft warmth. I rolled closer to the source of the warmth and cuddled close to its softness. A low chuckle rumbled from whatever it was that was so deliciously warm. Arms tightened around me and I sighed with contentment.
"Wake up, love." A voice murmured seductively into me ear.
I sighed with fake annoyance. The promise of what would come when I opened my eyes was worth a little lost sleep. I stretched languidly in those heavenly arms and opened my eyes.
Draco?!?
I shot up in bed and glanced around my room in alarm. Realization dawned, albeit slowly but I forgave myself as I saw the red lights of my alarm clock cheerily inform me that it was two o'clock in the morning. I just dreamt about Draco Malfoy, the most annoying ferret-faced rat on the planet. Giving myself up to insanity, I struggled out of bed and opened my blinds. I stared up at the star-lit sky and wondered what in the world could have possessed me to dream such inappropriate thoughts about my former enemy and soon-to-be housemate and partner. I had given up on sleep; this interesting turn of sub-conscious musings would prevent any more rest tonight. Instead, I thought back to all the psychology books I had ever read and tried to reason out why I would dream of Draco in that fashion.
The glowing numbers on my clock had passed four a.m. by the time I came to terms with my situation. Draco, with all his annoying traits had endeared himself to me in two very important ways, especially for someone as young as me. Number one, he was a very good-looking individual. Number two; he was a perfect hero who had shown a more sensitive caring side to me through our secret letters over the summer. To summarize, Draco Malfoy had become a perfect bad-boy with a heart of gold, a redeemable villain and the secret crush of one Hermione Granger.
"Oh, fuck" I mumbled to myself as the barest glow of sunlight caressed the horizon. "What do I do now?"
In reply, my alarm clock clicked on and music abruptly poured from it. It startled me, but I still caught the end lyrics to whatever song had been playing on the radio.
The sun reclines… remind me
The desert skies… remind me
The ocean wide salted red,
Reminds me what to do before I'm...
To see you
To touch you
To feel you
To tell you
It was a pity we still could not use magic outside of Hogwarts. I would truly have loved to melt that radio into a puddle of goo.
*****
I had barely slept. Whenever I would finally fall asleep, my dreams would be plagued by images of a suddenly sexy and irresistible Hermione Granger. It disgusted me how sappy my dreams were and spent the early hours of the morning denying myself rest simply to avoid one more love-drenched fantasy involving that annoying priss. I understood the source of my dreams. Hermione was, after all, the only single women left in the small circle of people I knew. All the eligible Slytherin girls were either on the run from the law or dead. It would make sense that my mind would latch on to whatever pretty piece of flesh was currently available. But why did it have to be her??
Despite the early hour, the sun was nothing more than a soft glow in the distance, I rose from my bed and flicked on my muggle CD player as I made my way towards my private bathroom. The music pounded out, heady and loud enough to shake the foundations of heaven. I gave myself to the anger of the music and drowned out all thoughts of temptation and insanity. The song came to a spoken-word screaming rant and I sang along, only exchanging the word "mommy" for the more appropriate "daddy". I emerged from the bathroom, still unready to face the first day of the last year. I had dressed in funeral black, tonight, after all, would show the rest of the world just how dead Slytherin House really was. I was in mourning for the glory we once were and should always have been if that moron Tom Riddle had not come along and fucked it all up.
I half paid attention to the music still pounding from my stereo, as I made sure I was fully packed for school. I had to leave in another hour and a half and still had to have breakfast and give the House Elves their final instructions. The click and whir of the machine as it changed CD's escaped my notice, I was still thinking very hard about not thinking about Hermione. The soft strains of the song brought me out of my thoughts. I felt it was a shame I could not use magic outside of Hogwarts, melting my radio suddenly seemed very appealing. Instead, I stared at the inanimate monster with growing apprehension instead of shutting the blasted thing off like a sane person would have.
This shit right here is for you
All your faces I can see
You all think it's about me
I'm about to break, is this my fate
Am I still damned to a life,
of misery and hate?
You will never know
What I've done for you
What you've all
PUT me through
I'd do it for you
I could have, never lived
If it wasn't,
For you
I was finally able to act as the song wound to a close. I leapt across my room and hit the power button. Calling myself ten different kinds of fool, I stepped out of my room and strolled with a casual purpose I did not truly possess towards Mother's room and the small army of House Elves I had taking care of her. One more goodbye and it was off to Hogwarts for another year.
Author's Notes: Ok, once again, I am making ABSOLUTELY NO PROFIT from this story.
Number two; I used two songs in this chapter. The first was "Before I'm Dead" by the Kidney Thieves and the second is "For You" by KoRn. I am not making a profit off of either of these two songs. They are fabulous songs and both KoRn and the Kidney Thieves deserve our patronage!!
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