Chapter 6: Spell of Sorrow
By:Rattwitch
Disclaimer: None of this belong to me.but I think you know that ^.^ Enjoy!
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Letting her go, he slapped her with the free hand that wasn't bawled up in a fist. Hermoine's face shot to one side and tears sprayed from her eyes. She placed a trembling hand on her cheek and turned to him, her lower lip quivering.
"Why?" she whispered.
"Don't you know, filty mudblood? It's for being born." He smirked and strode out of the beach area. Everyone turned their backs on him, pretending as if nothing had happened while the sobbing witch lay against the snack shop.
Draco could hear his own teeth grind as he almost sprinted back to the hotel. She had said his name.he watched her lips form his name for the first time and things that he had never felt before boiled in his mind. It seemed like desire and happiness but not even a second went by and he could hear his father screaming: "MUDBLOOD! MY SON DESIRES A MUDBLOOD! WEAK, DISCUSTING BOY! USELESS! NO GOOD! YOU SHOULD BE A BASTARD! YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE ME, YOU-ARE-NOT-A-MALFOY!"
Damn, he had been so close to kissing her soft lips. He could've tasted her sweet mouth. It made his face feel hot, but then again it felt like someone had dropped a rock in his stomach and carved GUILT on it. He knew his father was dead and he could do whatever he pleased but what about his mother? The Purebloods line was growing thin and not many more existed that weren't already related to him. It was supposed to be a glorious honor to be pureblood but right now it didn't feel anything but a burden.
He saw Neville running towards where Hermoine was. Maybe it was his meanness, or because he was jealous, he didn't know. Draco put his large shoulder out and collided with Neville's nose. Neville fell to his knees and groaned.
"Listen, Malfoy," he said getting up and rubbing his nose, feeling brave. "You can pick on me all you want but you leave Hermoine alone."
"I will, with pleasure, pick on you but the little know-it-all gets everything she deserves and I'd like to see you try and stop me."
Neville did nothing of the sort but said as he was jogging to Hermoine, "we're not in school anymore, Malfoy. Grow up."
Draco would have retorted but Neville was already around the corner, tending to his friend. Girlfriend for all he could care. He punched the side of his legs and dashed into the hotel. His mother was still sitting in the same spot, reading through the Daily Prophet. "Fresh air suit you, Draco?" she asked smoothly, not looking up from her morning tea.
"It was as to be expected," he said coolly, putting on his mask of satisfaction. Inside the dragon was raging in his heart, setting it on fire. "I'm going to my room. I'm going to take a nap. Don't waste your time knocking because I won't answer it."
She just continued reading and waved him away with her hand that was lingering around the tea cup. He tossed a Galleon on the table and headed to the bar on the third floor, with no intention of returning to his room. When he closes his eyes all he sees is that gi...no she's a woman and she's what he must have to get rid of the small but irritating, squeezing ache that was growing in his chest.
Not to his surprise, the bar was nearly empty except for a few at the bar drinking quickly so they can spend their day vacationing with a comfortable buzz. A few others were passed and looked like they drank too quickly to realize they were even at a resort. There were dim lights around the walls and floating orbs advertising different alcoholic beverages. The black grand piano was in the very center of the room and looked unused.
He sat at the end of the bar and ordered a shot of vodka and two bottles of, "your finest and oldest," wine and a clean glass. "You look a little young to be drinking, son, but then again you don't look like you feel too young right now huh?" He slid him his bottles and poured the shot slowly, watching the blond boy drink directly from the bottle. When he came back for breath he wiped his lips and continued to drink as hard and as fast as he could allow himself without passing.
Slamming the bottle down and emptying its contents he sneered, "Lucius's son knows how to drink, now, I demand my liquor!" He burped loudly and messed up his nice slick hair with his hands, as if he was trying to shake something from his head but after the next bottle of wine and a shot of vodka, he was hardly remembering his name.
"Bartender," he slurred, moving in next to the bartenders ear. "I bet there's something I know that you don't."
"What, son," the old man asked.
"I'm in love!" he exclaimed, smiling happily.
"Is that so?"
"Yes! It makes me want to pay the piano of grand that's," he pointed, "r-r-right there!" He took off his over coat and unbuttoned his white dress shirt. "Let's make this room into a par-tay!" At the time he had came in there weren't too many people but now the bar was nearly full for many hours of drunken rambling went on but when he started laughing like a crazy man and declaring a piano session everyone seemed to notice him.
He jumped on the piano and began slamming on it continuously, making sound that sounded like nothing at first, like he was mad at the piano or it had said something to make him act like a child but then he just stopped. He stared at the keys with wide blue eyes and remembered her face, smiling when he wasn't around. He began playing Chopin with sad slow fingers; stopping sometimes to remember what he was doing but playing beautifully when he felt her breathing on his lips. At one time he stopped to pop his fingers and take another swig of a new bottle of wine, she walked through. In such a blurry and drunken state, he thought she was a mirage of sorts and shook his head then blinked his eyes until he knew she was the girl making him feel this way.
"You!" he shouted.
She stopped in her tracks, the smile on her face was fading from her face and so was her color, except for a bright red spot still lingering there on her cheek like a warning sign. A short boy he really didn't recognize stepped in front of her.
"You leave her alone, Malfoy!"
Without even thinking he quickly swatted the small boy away like a fly and wrapped his hands in her soft hair. She jerked at his touch but didn't pull away. "I was wishing you were here," he whispered onto her lips. She was breathing so hard. "I want to give you what you give to me and every breath that is in your lungs is a gift to me, so I have so long to give back." She was beginning to sag in his arms that were now wrapped around her waist. He pressed his lips against hers and swayed with the weight of hers and his together. The liquor somehow evaporated and the scene was so clear to him but instead of disgust he wants to get her alone and make her want him as much as he wanted her.
He would have tried if Neville Longbottom hadn't punched him in the side of the face.
The next thing he remembered was waking up to the brightness of his room. He was wearing an entire dressrobe attire. His head was aching terribly, but that wasn't the thing that he noticed the most. His mother, next to him, staring down at him with a gaze he'd never even seen. She looked so let down. Lucius had given him that look many times but his mother had never cared to even look at him much.
"We need to talk about this, Draco Malfoy."
Yeah I know this is really long but Draco Malfoy needs a long story too ;) I think this is all I'm adding tonight cause I'm tired lol I just got done with OOTP for the 2nd time and it's time to start over and go to sleep ;) and to think I graduated high school like this.lol Thanks for reading!
Letting her go, he slapped her with the free hand that wasn't bawled up in a fist. Hermoine's face shot to one side and tears sprayed from her eyes. She placed a trembling hand on her cheek and turned to him, her lower lip quivering.
"Why?" she whispered.
"Don't you know, filty mudblood? It's for being born." He smirked and strode out of the beach area. Everyone turned their backs on him, pretending as if nothing had happened while the sobbing witch lay against the snack shop.
Draco could hear his own teeth grind as he almost sprinted back to the hotel. She had said his name.he watched her lips form his name for the first time and things that he had never felt before boiled in his mind. It seemed like desire and happiness but not even a second went by and he could hear his father screaming: "MUDBLOOD! MY SON DESIRES A MUDBLOOD! WEAK, DISCUSTING BOY! USELESS! NO GOOD! YOU SHOULD BE A BASTARD! YOU ARE NOTHING LIKE ME, YOU-ARE-NOT-A-MALFOY!"
Damn, he had been so close to kissing her soft lips. He could've tasted her sweet mouth. It made his face feel hot, but then again it felt like someone had dropped a rock in his stomach and carved GUILT on it. He knew his father was dead and he could do whatever he pleased but what about his mother? The Purebloods line was growing thin and not many more existed that weren't already related to him. It was supposed to be a glorious honor to be pureblood but right now it didn't feel anything but a burden.
He saw Neville running towards where Hermoine was. Maybe it was his meanness, or because he was jealous, he didn't know. Draco put his large shoulder out and collided with Neville's nose. Neville fell to his knees and groaned.
"Listen, Malfoy," he said getting up and rubbing his nose, feeling brave. "You can pick on me all you want but you leave Hermoine alone."
"I will, with pleasure, pick on you but the little know-it-all gets everything she deserves and I'd like to see you try and stop me."
Neville did nothing of the sort but said as he was jogging to Hermoine, "we're not in school anymore, Malfoy. Grow up."
Draco would have retorted but Neville was already around the corner, tending to his friend. Girlfriend for all he could care. He punched the side of his legs and dashed into the hotel. His mother was still sitting in the same spot, reading through the Daily Prophet. "Fresh air suit you, Draco?" she asked smoothly, not looking up from her morning tea.
"It was as to be expected," he said coolly, putting on his mask of satisfaction. Inside the dragon was raging in his heart, setting it on fire. "I'm going to my room. I'm going to take a nap. Don't waste your time knocking because I won't answer it."
She just continued reading and waved him away with her hand that was lingering around the tea cup. He tossed a Galleon on the table and headed to the bar on the third floor, with no intention of returning to his room. When he closes his eyes all he sees is that gi...no she's a woman and she's what he must have to get rid of the small but irritating, squeezing ache that was growing in his chest.
Not to his surprise, the bar was nearly empty except for a few at the bar drinking quickly so they can spend their day vacationing with a comfortable buzz. A few others were passed and looked like they drank too quickly to realize they were even at a resort. There were dim lights around the walls and floating orbs advertising different alcoholic beverages. The black grand piano was in the very center of the room and looked unused.
He sat at the end of the bar and ordered a shot of vodka and two bottles of, "your finest and oldest," wine and a clean glass. "You look a little young to be drinking, son, but then again you don't look like you feel too young right now huh?" He slid him his bottles and poured the shot slowly, watching the blond boy drink directly from the bottle. When he came back for breath he wiped his lips and continued to drink as hard and as fast as he could allow himself without passing.
Slamming the bottle down and emptying its contents he sneered, "Lucius's son knows how to drink, now, I demand my liquor!" He burped loudly and messed up his nice slick hair with his hands, as if he was trying to shake something from his head but after the next bottle of wine and a shot of vodka, he was hardly remembering his name.
"Bartender," he slurred, moving in next to the bartenders ear. "I bet there's something I know that you don't."
"What, son," the old man asked.
"I'm in love!" he exclaimed, smiling happily.
"Is that so?"
"Yes! It makes me want to pay the piano of grand that's," he pointed, "r-r-right there!" He took off his over coat and unbuttoned his white dress shirt. "Let's make this room into a par-tay!" At the time he had came in there weren't too many people but now the bar was nearly full for many hours of drunken rambling went on but when he started laughing like a crazy man and declaring a piano session everyone seemed to notice him.
He jumped on the piano and began slamming on it continuously, making sound that sounded like nothing at first, like he was mad at the piano or it had said something to make him act like a child but then he just stopped. He stared at the keys with wide blue eyes and remembered her face, smiling when he wasn't around. He began playing Chopin with sad slow fingers; stopping sometimes to remember what he was doing but playing beautifully when he felt her breathing on his lips. At one time he stopped to pop his fingers and take another swig of a new bottle of wine, she walked through. In such a blurry and drunken state, he thought she was a mirage of sorts and shook his head then blinked his eyes until he knew she was the girl making him feel this way.
"You!" he shouted.
She stopped in her tracks, the smile on her face was fading from her face and so was her color, except for a bright red spot still lingering there on her cheek like a warning sign. A short boy he really didn't recognize stepped in front of her.
"You leave her alone, Malfoy!"
Without even thinking he quickly swatted the small boy away like a fly and wrapped his hands in her soft hair. She jerked at his touch but didn't pull away. "I was wishing you were here," he whispered onto her lips. She was breathing so hard. "I want to give you what you give to me and every breath that is in your lungs is a gift to me, so I have so long to give back." She was beginning to sag in his arms that were now wrapped around her waist. He pressed his lips against hers and swayed with the weight of hers and his together. The liquor somehow evaporated and the scene was so clear to him but instead of disgust he wants to get her alone and make her want him as much as he wanted her.
He would have tried if Neville Longbottom hadn't punched him in the side of the face.
The next thing he remembered was waking up to the brightness of his room. He was wearing an entire dressrobe attire. His head was aching terribly, but that wasn't the thing that he noticed the most. His mother, next to him, staring down at him with a gaze he'd never even seen. She looked so let down. Lucius had given him that look many times but his mother had never cared to even look at him much.
"We need to talk about this, Draco Malfoy."
Yeah I know this is really long but Draco Malfoy needs a long story too ;) I think this is all I'm adding tonight cause I'm tired lol I just got done with OOTP for the 2nd time and it's time to start over and go to sleep ;) and to think I graduated high school like this.lol Thanks for reading!
