"What Do You Need"
Narcissa Malfoy knocked briskly on her son's chamber door. When Draco failed to answer to her beck and call, she pushed the door open and entered his rooms. Narcissa looked into his bed. Perhaps he was still sleeping? When she noticed that the bed was empty, she knew otherwise. Draco never slept in. He had always been an early bird, much like his father.
Maybe he wasn't at home at all? He had his apparation license, after all, and he could disappear off of the Malfoy grounds from his chambers at will, but where would he have gone to at such an early hour? Of course, it was well past noon, but still…
Mrs. Malfoy turned to leave her son's rooms, when a glinting reflection on the ceiling caught her eye. It looked as though sunlight had hit a mirror and the reflection traveled up and rested on the ceiling… but it wasn't the clear white color that a mirror often provided. Narcissa walked around the side of Draco's bed to see what was causing the light, and saw a horrid view.
On the floor laid Draco, huddled into a mass of glass and robes, passed out and with blood all over the front of his robes. Narcissa would have dropped to her knees to help her son, but her clothing was far too expensive for that sort of treatment. Instead, with a flick of her wand, she called one of the servants into Draco's chambers.
The sight of Draco made the servant give a surprised squeak of horror. What on earth…? Why was Draco on the floor like that? What on earth could have made him collapse like that? And what happened to his arms? Was that where all the blood had come from?
"Oh, Mistress…! What's happened to the young Master?"
Narcissa looked hard at the servant woman. "Don't just stand there, you filthy fool! Get a hold of the healer and find Master Lucius!" The servant seemed unwilling to move and continued to look at Draco, still unconscious. Narcissa tapped her foot impatiently. "If my son proceeds to die while you are on duty, be sure that you will never hold a job again! Now go, now!"
The servant squeaked again and ran out of the room. Narcissa paced around the room. What in the world was her son thinking? His clothes…! He had ruined them. Not to mention, his naturally smooth and gorgeous face was now lined with bags underneath his eyes - quite unpresentable for a Malfoy. She clapped her hands to her face.
"Wake up, Draco! Wake up, now, I said!" she screamed at her son. He didn't budge. She nudged him with the toe of her shoe, and still, he neither moved an inch nor fluttered so much as an eyelid. Narcissa groaned and felt herself shuddering. What on earth was wrong with her son?
Lucius entered the room and walked up behind his wife. He stared down at the mass that was his son and gave a disgusted snort. What had brought his son to such pettiness? Narcissa turned around to look at him and turned back to her son once again. Of course she hadn't expected him to care much.
"What's wrong with the boy?" Lucius asked. He was still quite angry with their son, ever since he refused the Dark Mark, which happened over a year ago. Perhaps he thought that what had happened to their son was his just dessert…? Narcissa watched Draco with a sharp eye, waiting for any slight movement.
"I found him like this. The healer is on the way."
Lucius gave another disgusted snort and started back out of the room. Narcissa turned to look at him, as if asking 'Where are you going?' He glanced back at her. "I do not wish to see my son in this position. It looks as though he brought this upon himself, and therefore, does not deserve my sympathies."
He left the room, leaving Draco and Narcissa alone.
The healer and the servant girl arrived in Draco's chambers nearly ten minutes after Lucius' departure. Narcissa pointed at her fallen son and watched as the healer kneeled down to inspect him. The healer, a man, prodded and poked at her son, muttering various incantations on his fallen body.
"What's wrong with my son?" Narcissa demanded, watching him still. The healer stood up and wiped his hands on his robes.
"He's lost quite a lot of blood. I'm going to give him a potion that will recreate the normal amount of red blood cells that he needs, but he can't take it until he's waken up again. As for his cuts, well… they're self-inflicted, and they cover the entire of his forearms. I've managed -"
"What?!" asked Narcissa, incredulously. "Self-inflicted? Why would my son, a Malfoy, do something like that to himself? No, someone did it to him!"
"I'm afraid not," the healer said heavily. "See the glass around him? There were traces of shards of glass in some of the wounds that I've cleaned up. I've managed to heal the wounds, but some of them will leave scars - they were cut quite deep."
The healer watched Narcissa for a few moments before turning back to Draco. He pulled out his wand once again and muttered, "Ennervate," which brought Draco awake.
Draco pulled himself up out of his tangled mass. He tipped slightly when he sat up, and his vision was incredibly blurred. All the color that was left in his face drained. Narcissa clutched her hands to her face.
The healer swooped down on Malfoy like a hawk on its prey and shoved a phial of potion into his mouth. Draco sputtered, but with the little strength he had, managed to drink the potion. An instant amount of color rose into his cheeks and face, giving him the look that he normally held. The healer patted him on the shoulder and pulled him up to his feet.
Needless to mention, Draco staggered a little bit, and his head pounded so hard that Draco almost fell back again. The healer held hard onto his arm and led him over to his bed, forcing Draco to lay in it.
"Why is he acting like that?" Narcissa asked, watching her son.
"Hangover, Mrs. Malfoy. An extremely bad one. He's probably suffering from alcohol poisoning, but I've got an antidote with me…" The healer fished in his pockets and pulled out another phial of potion. He forced the liquid into Draco's mouth. Draco groaned but swallowed the potion instead of fighting it.
"That should be all," said the healer. "I doubt that there's going to be any more problems with young Mister Malfoy, here, so, I must be on my way." He turned to Narcissa. "If there's any more problems, contact me immediately. I could have overlooked something, but I highly doubt that."
Narcissa gave a curt nod. The healer disapparated out of Malfoy Manor, leaving Draco and Narcissa and the servant girl all in Draco's chambers.
Draco grumbled and situated himself on his bed. He had a hurting kink in his neck from falling unconscious as he had, and there was a bit of a throb in his forearms. He was unaware of why he was in pain, but then again, he really didn't care. He didn't care about anything, anymore. Not now, at least.
Narcissa turned to her son and watched him situate himself. She pursed her lips and scowled down at him. "Why in the world did you do such a stupid, stupid thing?" She glared down at him, expecting him to answer strait away, and when he did not, she scowled even more. "Answer me, Draco."
He looked at his mother and gave a hollow laugh. "Because I could, mother. Because I could."
Ginny,
You have to talk to me sometime. I understand that I've done something horrible to you that can't be replaced, but you'll have to talk to me sometime. Don't throw this away without reading it, just because you can. I want to talk to you.
Maybe you can't forgive me now, but we can work on it. What do you need? I'll get you anything you need, anything you want… just as long as we can put this behind us.
-Draco
Ginny glared at the letter and threw it into the dustbin in the corner of her room. So Draco wanted to be the nice guy, now? Well, in that case, she would continue to be the bad guy. Draco didn't deserve to be forgiven - not now, not ever. What he did was wrong and horrible. She hoped that he suffered.
But… but perhaps she could weasel some things out of him. He had offered, after all, to get her whatever she needed… She could have him pay for her medical bills at St. Mungo's, she could get new things… and all the while, she could still play him like a fool. He deserved no other privilege than to be played on like he had played her.
If she played the game like him, maybe it would be his just dessert? But then again, if she played like him, wouldn't that make her just the same as him?
Ginny glared at the visible fingerprints on the window, grabbed a cloth, and rubbed it down. Messes made her angry. Messes made her think about the mess that she had gotten herself into. Messes needed to be dissolved and transformed.
She choked, thinking quietly to herself. Messes could be cleaned up, if you try hard enough.
Maybe Malfoy had come to realize that he had made a mess, and maybe he was trying to clean it up, now.
What do you need from me tonight
I feel you look right through me now
I can't pretend it's alright
Maybe we'll find a way somehow
Why do we need to turn it on
Why does it always feel so wrong?
What do you need from me tonight?
The truth is so complicated, now
You feel so free to say
You're wrong
Fear makes you fragile, darling
Hate is too heavy when you're weak
Now we're both lost in anger
When we're alone, we'll find some peace
Why do we need to turn it on?
Why does it always seem so wrong?
What do you need from me tonight?
The truth is so complicated now
You feel so free to say you're wrong
What do you need from me tonight
The truth is so complicated now
You feel so free to say
You're wrong, you're wrong
You're wrong, you're wrong
What do you need from me tonight
The truth is so complicated now
You feel so free to say you're wrong
Why do we need to turn it on?
Why does it always seem so wrong?
A/N: I thought I'd drop in a few 'thank you's' to individual reviewers who've caught my attention and what-not. Usually, I don't do this… mostly because it takes time and I'm far too lazy to realize that individual people need to receive thank you's at times. So, without further ado…!
Champagne: Woman! Stop your insistent nagging…! I'll make you some pie when I'm damn good and ready! …LoL, I'm just kidding. Thank you for reviewing so many times, and thanks for asking for more. It makes me feel happy that somebody likes my story ^_^;
AmericaSweetie: Thanks for reviewing multiple times, too. ^_^;
GrednForge: Yeah, they kind-of need each other, don't they? X_x;
Just a Girl: Posting, posting! Don't hurt me x_X;
Mea: Keep reading to find out what happens >_>;
Trancos: What more could one ask for in a fic? Why, that's simple…! How about a nice naked Sirius?!? O_O;… Oh, that's a lovely thought… -jots down ideas for another fic…- Heh… Glad you stopped by to read even one chapter. Hopefully you'll like the rest.
That's all for now, folks. If I've forgotten to mention you, I'll probably do so in the next chapter, here. Thank you, again for reading.
