Chapter 3
Thoughts, Summers and Flashbacks
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters only the storyline and any of the story that I borrowed I will give them credit in that chapter at the end or the disclaimers in the following chapters. Enjoy and be as honest as possible in reviews without being downright mean.
~*~*~*~Draco POV~*~*~*~
Draco took off his robe and tossed it off to the side when he walked into his room. Then he walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of green silk boxers out the bottom drawer. He then took off his pants and slipped into his boxers. He removed his shirt last and looked down to see a white scar running diagonally across his stomach and was thrown into the memory of how he had gotten it.
~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~
Draco looked up at his "father" and couldn't understand what was wrong with the man. He had fire in his eyes and you wouldn't know that this was the same man who had told his son stories while tucking him in to sleep at night.
This is not saying that Lucious had been at all like that since Draco was about 5. Oh no, Lucious had been a loving caring husband until trying to figure out how to resurrect the Dark Lord had taken over his life. He had been beating his wife since Draco was 5 and beating Draco since he was 7. Crucio was commonly used when Lucious was teaching his son how to deal with pain. He finally decided just to put his wife under the Imperius so that all his energy was spent on Draco and the Dark Lord.
"You will serve the Dark Lord if it's the last thing I do!" Lucious roared at his 16 year old son (A/N: this is summer before 6thyear). "You'll receive the Dark Mark on your 18 birthday or I'll kill you myself!"
(A/N: The following are mainly ideas from my bests Friends Eva/Stormy Angel Sky and Jacquie/rebel-yell)
Draco "Fine then! Kill me you twisted bastard! I hate your bloody guts! Rot in hell, and bring the 'Dark Lord' with you! No, wait, leave him here so I can kill him myself or help Potter do it!"
The rage flared in Lucious' eyes again. He pushed Draco away from him then threw the knife he'd had in his belt, at him. It was expertly thrown at his heart and Draco turned just in time for his worst injury was having his stomach badly sliced.
Draco fell to his knees in pain. His 'father' took advantage of his sons disadvantage and slapped him across the face with such force that it sent Draco falling to the floor so that he was completely sprawled out.
Lucious continued kicking his son with his steel-toed boots. When he was satisfied, he turned on his heal and left Draco lying on the dungeon floor about an inch from death. Draco watched his father leave then blacked out. ~*~*~*~*~*~
About 2 hours later, Narcissa found her son lying on the dungeon floor dangerously close to death. She called upon many house elves and had them take Draco up to his room. She had another 2 call a medi-witch so that she could look over how badly Draco was hurt.
It turned out he had a small crack in his skull, 3 broken ribs, as well as 5 cracked ones. Along with the major injuries there was many cuts and bruises all over his body. The cut was able to be healed, however it looked as if it had been made with a blade with magic imbedded in it, a scar, about 7 inches long was left.
When Draco came to he could barley move. While every thing had been healed his muscles still ached and he was stuck in bed until the week before school started. His mother took wonderful care of him and got him everything he needed or wanted.
~*~*~End of Flashback~*~*~
Draco brought his hand back from where it had been tracing his scar and pushed the horrible memory away. He didn't need to think about that right now.
Ever since that night he had learned that most of what he had been taught was a complete lie. Muggles and muggle-borns were not horrible but were just as much human as the rest. Muggle-borns deserved to be witches and wizards as much as purebloods and some deserved it more.
Some like the mud.like Granger. She was as much a witch as he was a wizard. However when he was around her, Malfoy took over Draco and he would torment her to no end. He never understood this though, so he just put it all to she just made him mad or it might've been her friends Potty and Weasel, who no matter what, Draco would always hate. He, however, leaned more towards the latter of the 2 because he was able to keep cool-most of the time-- when it was only her and always lost it when she was with her friends.
He walked over to his bed and got under the green comforter and silver silk sheets. He couldn't help but think that he liked the new Granger. He liked her new attitude, like how she was more assertive and didn't hide behind her bodyguards (as he liked to think of them) for protection. He had noticed as well that while still warm, her chocolate brown eyes had become harder and colder then before. She still showed her emotions through her eyes but it was harder to read and sometimes impossible.
Also the more punk-ish her was way better the old girly girl she used to be. The hoodie had to be his favorite today, though. He also found it quite ironic that he had the same one.
He was sure something had happened to cause this major change over the summer but he wasn't sure what and he wasn't sure if he was yet prepared to find out.
He finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep with these thoughts floating around in his head.
~*~*~*~Hermione's POV~*~*~*~
Hermione slipped into her black PJ pants and an over sized white t- shirt. While yes some of her change was attributed to her cousins most of it was due to the fact that her mom had died and her father decided that it was all Hermione's fault.
Her mother had died in a car accident while on her way to pick Hermione up from the movie theater with her friends. The van in front of her lost control and she swerved to get out of the way but ended up smacking the driver's side of the vehicle into a tree. She died before she even got to the hospital.
He had started regularly abusing her both mentally and physically. She had created a wall around her heart after the first few beatings, refusing to let her "father" know how much he hurt her. She took refuge in her room or went out at night partying or would take her 2yr old sister to the park. Her father would never hurt her when Adianna (Adi for short) was in the room so she tried to keep Adi in around her as much as possible.
However, she sometimes let down that wall, like today when she was around her friends again. She had left her guard down around Malfoy as well (just hadn't realized it at the time), and was now mentally slapping herself because he had seen a weakness in her. A weakness that she wanted to be rid of. She didn't want to have any weaknesses whatsoever and her greatest one had been shown to her biggest enemy.
However, all he had done was given what she liked to think of as advice. He had told her not to show her emotions. She had greatly appreciated this because she had realized she had let her wall down.
She looked down at her arms and legs to see that they were covered pretty well with bruises. Some new ones, some old ones. Some brown, some olive green, some almost black and some purple and blue ones. Most were the result of the beatings she had received during her last week at home.
She pushed these dreaded thoughts away as she eased under her red quilt with elegant embroidering in gold and gold satin sheets. Though this was not her style she found the bed and colors comforting.
She began to think of the person who was in the other bedroom. She couldn't help but notice that while he was still an insufferable prick when she was around her friends he seemed somewhat civil when he was only around her.
Also she thought that his new hair looked extremely sexy, like he had just gotten out of the shower. She also thought that the all black clothing was an excellent choice. His eyes, she had noticed, that while they were still hard and cold, they seemed to have grown softer over the last couple of years. She had no idea how this had happened but in truth she really didn't want to know.
She made up the decision she had been toying with since she found out who Head Boy was. She decided that she would try and call a truce with Malfoy. She knew that this would angry Ron and Harry but she didn't care. Anyway, her argument was a good one; she had to work with him for at least 9monthes this year, 10 if they both stayed for holidays. But she also decided that she would only ask once and if he said no then things would go on as normal.
She finally drifted off with these thoughts, into a sleep filled with her fathers angry face, a picture of her mother lying in a coffin as well as a picture of Adi smiling with her pearly whites up at her big sister, 'Mina as she called her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hey all, I hope you enjoyed. Now this may be confusing and if it is let me know and I'll edit it and repost it.
Celestial Dreams: Hey thanks for being the FIRST review and I promise I'll read and review some of your work tomorrow as it's like midnight and I would like to work on Chapter 4 a bit before I go to bed. Thanks for the praise and I promise I'll try for longer chapters!
Rebel-yell: Gee, I Luv you too Jacq. If I didn't know better I would think you didn't like the story ^_^. But the ending was better! I look forward to future criticism on your part (j/k). Thanks for the help with this chapter and ideas for the future ones.
Also big thanks goes out to Eva/ Stormy Angel Sky for all the help she provided for this chapter and the ideas for future chapters.
|Reviewer |Date |Chapter |Type | |rebel-yell |2003-07-08 |1 |Signed | |MAN! THAT IS ONE FINE EXAMPLE OF A HORRENDOUS STORY! NEVER, I REPEAT| |NEVER, WRITE AGAIN! | |Just kidding! | |Your doing great kiddo! Keep it up! | |LOLFAA, | |Jâcq | |CelestialDreams |2003-07-07 |1 |Signed | |Hi- I feel very privledged to be the fist to review this story- it | |really sounds nice so far, but I wish the chapper had been longer. | |Oh well! Hey would you mind reading my story (any of them really!) | |called Never did run smoothly. Good work keep it up! |
Thoughts, Summers and Flashbacks
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters only the storyline and any of the story that I borrowed I will give them credit in that chapter at the end or the disclaimers in the following chapters. Enjoy and be as honest as possible in reviews without being downright mean.
~*~*~*~Draco POV~*~*~*~
Draco took off his robe and tossed it off to the side when he walked into his room. Then he walked over to his dresser and grabbed a pair of green silk boxers out the bottom drawer. He then took off his pants and slipped into his boxers. He removed his shirt last and looked down to see a white scar running diagonally across his stomach and was thrown into the memory of how he had gotten it.
~*~*~FLASHBACK~*~*~
Draco looked up at his "father" and couldn't understand what was wrong with the man. He had fire in his eyes and you wouldn't know that this was the same man who had told his son stories while tucking him in to sleep at night.
This is not saying that Lucious had been at all like that since Draco was about 5. Oh no, Lucious had been a loving caring husband until trying to figure out how to resurrect the Dark Lord had taken over his life. He had been beating his wife since Draco was 5 and beating Draco since he was 7. Crucio was commonly used when Lucious was teaching his son how to deal with pain. He finally decided just to put his wife under the Imperius so that all his energy was spent on Draco and the Dark Lord.
"You will serve the Dark Lord if it's the last thing I do!" Lucious roared at his 16 year old son (A/N: this is summer before 6thyear). "You'll receive the Dark Mark on your 18 birthday or I'll kill you myself!"
(A/N: The following are mainly ideas from my bests Friends Eva/Stormy Angel Sky and Jacquie/rebel-yell)
Draco "Fine then! Kill me you twisted bastard! I hate your bloody guts! Rot in hell, and bring the 'Dark Lord' with you! No, wait, leave him here so I can kill him myself or help Potter do it!"
The rage flared in Lucious' eyes again. He pushed Draco away from him then threw the knife he'd had in his belt, at him. It was expertly thrown at his heart and Draco turned just in time for his worst injury was having his stomach badly sliced.
Draco fell to his knees in pain. His 'father' took advantage of his sons disadvantage and slapped him across the face with such force that it sent Draco falling to the floor so that he was completely sprawled out.
Lucious continued kicking his son with his steel-toed boots. When he was satisfied, he turned on his heal and left Draco lying on the dungeon floor about an inch from death. Draco watched his father leave then blacked out. ~*~*~*~*~*~
About 2 hours later, Narcissa found her son lying on the dungeon floor dangerously close to death. She called upon many house elves and had them take Draco up to his room. She had another 2 call a medi-witch so that she could look over how badly Draco was hurt.
It turned out he had a small crack in his skull, 3 broken ribs, as well as 5 cracked ones. Along with the major injuries there was many cuts and bruises all over his body. The cut was able to be healed, however it looked as if it had been made with a blade with magic imbedded in it, a scar, about 7 inches long was left.
When Draco came to he could barley move. While every thing had been healed his muscles still ached and he was stuck in bed until the week before school started. His mother took wonderful care of him and got him everything he needed or wanted.
~*~*~End of Flashback~*~*~
Draco brought his hand back from where it had been tracing his scar and pushed the horrible memory away. He didn't need to think about that right now.
Ever since that night he had learned that most of what he had been taught was a complete lie. Muggles and muggle-borns were not horrible but were just as much human as the rest. Muggle-borns deserved to be witches and wizards as much as purebloods and some deserved it more.
Some like the mud.like Granger. She was as much a witch as he was a wizard. However when he was around her, Malfoy took over Draco and he would torment her to no end. He never understood this though, so he just put it all to she just made him mad or it might've been her friends Potty and Weasel, who no matter what, Draco would always hate. He, however, leaned more towards the latter of the 2 because he was able to keep cool-most of the time-- when it was only her and always lost it when she was with her friends.
He walked over to his bed and got under the green comforter and silver silk sheets. He couldn't help but think that he liked the new Granger. He liked her new attitude, like how she was more assertive and didn't hide behind her bodyguards (as he liked to think of them) for protection. He had noticed as well that while still warm, her chocolate brown eyes had become harder and colder then before. She still showed her emotions through her eyes but it was harder to read and sometimes impossible.
Also the more punk-ish her was way better the old girly girl she used to be. The hoodie had to be his favorite today, though. He also found it quite ironic that he had the same one.
He was sure something had happened to cause this major change over the summer but he wasn't sure what and he wasn't sure if he was yet prepared to find out.
He finally drifted off into a dreamless sleep with these thoughts floating around in his head.
~*~*~*~Hermione's POV~*~*~*~
Hermione slipped into her black PJ pants and an over sized white t- shirt. While yes some of her change was attributed to her cousins most of it was due to the fact that her mom had died and her father decided that it was all Hermione's fault.
Her mother had died in a car accident while on her way to pick Hermione up from the movie theater with her friends. The van in front of her lost control and she swerved to get out of the way but ended up smacking the driver's side of the vehicle into a tree. She died before she even got to the hospital.
He had started regularly abusing her both mentally and physically. She had created a wall around her heart after the first few beatings, refusing to let her "father" know how much he hurt her. She took refuge in her room or went out at night partying or would take her 2yr old sister to the park. Her father would never hurt her when Adianna (Adi for short) was in the room so she tried to keep Adi in around her as much as possible.
However, she sometimes let down that wall, like today when she was around her friends again. She had left her guard down around Malfoy as well (just hadn't realized it at the time), and was now mentally slapping herself because he had seen a weakness in her. A weakness that she wanted to be rid of. She didn't want to have any weaknesses whatsoever and her greatest one had been shown to her biggest enemy.
However, all he had done was given what she liked to think of as advice. He had told her not to show her emotions. She had greatly appreciated this because she had realized she had let her wall down.
She looked down at her arms and legs to see that they were covered pretty well with bruises. Some new ones, some old ones. Some brown, some olive green, some almost black and some purple and blue ones. Most were the result of the beatings she had received during her last week at home.
She pushed these dreaded thoughts away as she eased under her red quilt with elegant embroidering in gold and gold satin sheets. Though this was not her style she found the bed and colors comforting.
She began to think of the person who was in the other bedroom. She couldn't help but notice that while he was still an insufferable prick when she was around her friends he seemed somewhat civil when he was only around her.
Also she thought that his new hair looked extremely sexy, like he had just gotten out of the shower. She also thought that the all black clothing was an excellent choice. His eyes, she had noticed, that while they were still hard and cold, they seemed to have grown softer over the last couple of years. She had no idea how this had happened but in truth she really didn't want to know.
She made up the decision she had been toying with since she found out who Head Boy was. She decided that she would try and call a truce with Malfoy. She knew that this would angry Ron and Harry but she didn't care. Anyway, her argument was a good one; she had to work with him for at least 9monthes this year, 10 if they both stayed for holidays. But she also decided that she would only ask once and if he said no then things would go on as normal.
She finally drifted off with these thoughts, into a sleep filled with her fathers angry face, a picture of her mother lying in a coffin as well as a picture of Adi smiling with her pearly whites up at her big sister, 'Mina as she called her.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hey all, I hope you enjoyed. Now this may be confusing and if it is let me know and I'll edit it and repost it.
Celestial Dreams: Hey thanks for being the FIRST review and I promise I'll read and review some of your work tomorrow as it's like midnight and I would like to work on Chapter 4 a bit before I go to bed. Thanks for the praise and I promise I'll try for longer chapters!
Rebel-yell: Gee, I Luv you too Jacq. If I didn't know better I would think you didn't like the story ^_^. But the ending was better! I look forward to future criticism on your part (j/k). Thanks for the help with this chapter and ideas for the future ones.
Also big thanks goes out to Eva/ Stormy Angel Sky for all the help she provided for this chapter and the ideas for future chapters.
|Reviewer |Date |Chapter |Type | |rebel-yell |2003-07-08 |1 |Signed | |MAN! THAT IS ONE FINE EXAMPLE OF A HORRENDOUS STORY! NEVER, I REPEAT| |NEVER, WRITE AGAIN! | |Just kidding! | |Your doing great kiddo! Keep it up! | |LOLFAA, | |Jâcq | |CelestialDreams |2003-07-07 |1 |Signed | |Hi- I feel very privledged to be the fist to review this story- it | |really sounds nice so far, but I wish the chapper had been longer. | |Oh well! Hey would you mind reading my story (any of them really!) | |called Never did run smoothly. Good work keep it up! |