A/n: Hey again I know that this is blithering jabber and you want to get
back to the story but I would just like to thank all of you for your
reviews and to my wonderful partner in crime and beta reader, Britt. You
guys make it all possible :: cries uncontrollably:: here you are, the much
anticipated chapter 7~
Disclaimer: if I owned Draco :: yum:: I wouldn't be writing about him I'd be getting it onnnn! :: giggles::
Chapter 7: Out of the Fireplace
" Is that any way to speak to your father, young Draco?" came the cold sneering voice of his father. But, as to where it came from, he wasn't sure.
After searching around the room, his eyes came to rest on the fireplace, where coincendently his father's head was protruding from it, beckoning him to come and chat with his dearly departed father.
"f-f-Father? Draco stammered, he rarely ever lost his cool, but seeing his fathers still familiar face in the fireplace was enough to shock him. "Father, what are you-how-what is going on?"
" Draco," his father cut in coldly, I do not have time to play games, as this is my last chance for revenge, I will not tell you how this is all possible, but I can assure you that you will not see the last of me, mark my words, so watch your step, even in death I'm) still watching you."
" Father, revenge? I don't understand."
" Don't be daft boy, you know what I'm seeking, revenge on the bloody Weasley girl and her 'precious' family."
"Why father?" he drawled,"I thought you had bigger fish to fry, like that Potter fool."
"Draco, I will not play these games with you, I do not have the time, just remember Draco, I'm nearly alive and well, watch your step and who you associate with, because when I come back, and I mean when, not if, there will be hell to pay if I see anything I don't find acceptable." With that his head diminished from the fireplace, leaving Draco confused, shocked, but most of all scared.
Draco took his place back in the arm chair, and his mind lingered to the conversation he and his father had just engaged in. It was rather odd, Draco knew that no one from outside the castle could floo into Hogwarts, but he also knew that his father couldn't be inside the castle. There was no way, it was just simply not possible. But who could miss a middle aged dead man roaming the castle? Which made him wonder futher, as to how his dead father could be-in a sense, very much alive. He had said that he was nearly living, but he saw no visible alternatives to death, it just simply wasn't done in the magic world. The theorys and questions came in a steady flow until Draco gradually drifted to sleep, thinking about a certain red- headed Gryffindor. His eyes flew open.
" Ginny! Her and her family are in danger," his mind was flashing red lights all around his brain, "if I do anything to stop it my father will surely have me killed or worse, if I don't she will think that I don't want to be her friend."
His mind then remebered the deal he had made with himself earlier that day, he didn't have to be nice, he could care less. She didn't own him, he could get other friends. So what If if his father killed her and her family, she was but a speck on his pureblood image. Even if she was a pureblood, she was still a muggle loving fool, and she deserved to die for that. He decided he didn't care what happened to her, she was nice, he could find other nice people, people his father approved of, people that could make him proud.
For the second time that day, he had tried to convince himself that there was something wrong with her, but in reality, there was something wrong with him, and he intended to find out. Besides, finding himself didn't mean he had to have anything to do with her.
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Disclaimer: if I owned Draco :: yum:: I wouldn't be writing about him I'd be getting it onnnn! :: giggles::
Chapter 7: Out of the Fireplace
" Is that any way to speak to your father, young Draco?" came the cold sneering voice of his father. But, as to where it came from, he wasn't sure.
After searching around the room, his eyes came to rest on the fireplace, where coincendently his father's head was protruding from it, beckoning him to come and chat with his dearly departed father.
"f-f-Father? Draco stammered, he rarely ever lost his cool, but seeing his fathers still familiar face in the fireplace was enough to shock him. "Father, what are you-how-what is going on?"
" Draco," his father cut in coldly, I do not have time to play games, as this is my last chance for revenge, I will not tell you how this is all possible, but I can assure you that you will not see the last of me, mark my words, so watch your step, even in death I'm) still watching you."
" Father, revenge? I don't understand."
" Don't be daft boy, you know what I'm seeking, revenge on the bloody Weasley girl and her 'precious' family."
"Why father?" he drawled,"I thought you had bigger fish to fry, like that Potter fool."
"Draco, I will not play these games with you, I do not have the time, just remember Draco, I'm nearly alive and well, watch your step and who you associate with, because when I come back, and I mean when, not if, there will be hell to pay if I see anything I don't find acceptable." With that his head diminished from the fireplace, leaving Draco confused, shocked, but most of all scared.
Draco took his place back in the arm chair, and his mind lingered to the conversation he and his father had just engaged in. It was rather odd, Draco knew that no one from outside the castle could floo into Hogwarts, but he also knew that his father couldn't be inside the castle. There was no way, it was just simply not possible. But who could miss a middle aged dead man roaming the castle? Which made him wonder futher, as to how his dead father could be-in a sense, very much alive. He had said that he was nearly living, but he saw no visible alternatives to death, it just simply wasn't done in the magic world. The theorys and questions came in a steady flow until Draco gradually drifted to sleep, thinking about a certain red- headed Gryffindor. His eyes flew open.
" Ginny! Her and her family are in danger," his mind was flashing red lights all around his brain, "if I do anything to stop it my father will surely have me killed or worse, if I don't she will think that I don't want to be her friend."
His mind then remebered the deal he had made with himself earlier that day, he didn't have to be nice, he could care less. She didn't own him, he could get other friends. So what If if his father killed her and her family, she was but a speck on his pureblood image. Even if she was a pureblood, she was still a muggle loving fool, and she deserved to die for that. He decided he didn't care what happened to her, she was nice, he could find other nice people, people his father approved of, people that could make him proud.
For the second time that day, he had tried to convince himself that there was something wrong with her, but in reality, there was something wrong with him, and he intended to find out. Besides, finding himself didn't mean he had to have anything to do with her.
With those thoughts in mind, he closed his eyes and let the fire crackle and burn merrily into the night as he drifted off to sleep. Z [ e f j k ï ý
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