Narcissa then broke his wand in front of him. She gave no reason for
this. It was purely insult. She lit a fire with her wand and disposed of
the useless, broken pieces of wood. "This wand will die with your
immaturity and foolish, lustful heart."
She had embarrassed him in every way possible. First and foremost, she stalked him back up to the bar after she had sobered him by smacking him around and cursing his branchy-haired dirty-blooded whore. The words stung more then the slaps. The barman had mouthed, 'fight back' but the once bright eyed boy looked like a beaten horse. He looked useless and soulless.
She treated him as if he were an old broken down horse. She bound his hands together with the golden ropes that held together the massive palm trees outside the beach. The room maids of Malfoy pushed him rudely down all the stairs but even when the landing knocked the wind from him, he did not call out for her.
The maids tugged him into the Thestral carriage and wished their mistress a happy flight and to come again. The gray flecks in her eyes burned with quiet rage. "We shall return soon."
When they reached the sky and the thestrals had straightened themselves out, Narcissa coughed gently into her fist and let it fall onto her lap. "So, tell me, Draco Malfoy, after I was the one who kept you in school for at least six years, this is how you thank me? It isn't your fault you're a weak link. There are always those few in families. I'm so disgusted it had to be my own though."
She paused dramatically. "Well, I know I deserve the silent treatment. God knows, your father treated me that way too. He always thought he had the upper hand in everything. When I was young being married to a Malfoy was such an honor. What house full of deceits hidden by a pretty name. Your father only knew me when he wanted a son. He would come in at night and whisper other women's names into my ear but I cared not. I loved him less then he ever thought he loved me. That was his downfall and yours as well.
"Ah, but all that aside. You must know your father and I weren't a normal married couple of course. What really excites me is my plans for you have moved up faster then I expected and nearly all the preparations are in order. No, my son, you won't have to worry about the Mudblood anymore.
"It's been planned for a year, and I knew you would protest. I sent us both off on a vacation with the last you'd been meagerly trying to hide from me. I wanted you to have a nice vacation and get to look at everything the free life had to offer before you were betrothed." She said it so coolly. Draco hardly noticed what had slid from her lips.
"B-b-betrothed?" he gasped.
The older woman nodded like a praised little girl. "To a well off and prestigious family, just as I knew you would. Yes, I adore that look on your face. You want to hurt me, no? I sold you off like cattle, didn't I?"
"You can't, you bitch, you can't!" he snarled.
"Can't I? Your money is gone, your wand is gone. You never finished school and your kind has always relied on family. Where will you go, little Draco? Will it be to your wonderful, successful Muggle-born whore? I would like to see her mother and fathers faces when a Malfoy takes a step on their door."
"Y-y-y-you." he stuttered, completely bewildered by his mother. Her calm demeanor was both depressing and comforting as a boy. She would just agree and go with it. It seemed she would run that race no longer. She hadn't outlived Lucius to be overthrown by his mere son.
"Y-y-y-you...," she mimicked cruelly. "Yes, it is I who runs the Malfoy Manor now. Your wife will be as cold and unloving as I. You will wield to our every whim. You are a broken wizard now, Malfoy. I will treat you the way I never treated your father and he will feel my wrath through you."
She swished her wand and freed her confused son from the binds of the golden ropes. "Attack me now, as you weak men must. I have been a step ahead you and your father. Beat me for me, like you beat your filthy Mudblood and I will enjoy just as much as she." Narcissa's insults sunk into his skin like hot acid.
Yet, he did not stir. He couldn't even blink.
"Pansy Parkinson," she stated.
"What?" That name made him blink.
"The Parkinson's are a wealthy family. If we give them our name then in return we get their money. Pansy will be your wife. Oh, Draco, you think she wants to marry you? She would have sexual relations with that half- blood instead of you if I hadn't promised her certain.things. I have signed your name on all the necessary papers and my signature as well. As soon as we touch the ground you will be ushered into the manor where the ceremony will begin."
His once handsome face sunk in defeat. His eyes were no longer a sharp blue but dull and lifeless. He had never expected such announcements such as these. To think only five hours ago all he was worried about was getting Hermione in bed. Now these thoughts went far beyond lust.
"I am weak," he said calmly.
"Yes, you are," she consoled. Narcissa embraced her son as if she had mothered to him his whole life.
Two main wings on the left and right were nearly covered in vines at never grew flowers but managed to creep up the stone towers, making its way closer each summer to the top. In-between the towers though was the main parts of the manor, calculated 16 well fashioned bedrooms and eight bathrooms upstairs and downstairs. The ballroom was the main room as soon as a Malfoy would step in. In the center off the dance floor was a giant snake with its tongue coiled out. Its hood shaded a part of the floor as the snake stared down upon the glossy wood. Lucius had had it built nearly 6 months before his death.
The ceiling was covered completely in mirrors but with dusty looking snakes curling above. Sometimes they would get tired of slithering in the same spot and one could find a gray, large snake slithering in their bathroom mirror at some point.
Each of the doors had a different Latin name engraved on it so it's easy for a Malfoy to move from room to room through floo powder. The fireplaces were made of black marble adorned with different wizard artifacts and some of antique snakes.
Yet, with all of the décor, none was as beautiful as the room in the back of the ballroom. The doors were made of Darkwood Willow trees bound together and bound good for not one way ray of light could reach through. In this room, only a Malfoy can step. The floors weren't floors at all, but smooth stepping stones that led across a dark sea of water. Giant snakes of all sizes swam in the waters, breeding themselves every few days and then destroying each other and so on. Sometimes the youngest of the Malfoy's could watch them battle each other forever. The sides of the room where enchanted to look like they would go on forever, but as Draco knew they weren't too far in between.
The impressive line that flowed through the blood of Malfoy was inscribed here on the far wall with another enchantment that, when used right, another Malfoy could point his or her wand at the wall and see their painted photograph. If one of the family betrays the code of their honor, their name is magically omitted from the wall and forgotten for all time. Lucius's name glowed with bright green, for he was all honor and had only passed. Below Lucius though, there was a dull name that was nearly erased and was fading faster with every curse he thought under his breath towards his own family.
It would have disappeared totally if he hadn't heard himself.that tiny little voice saying. 'I know I am a Malfoy.I'm just better.no one will take that from me.'
Pansy was waiting outside the doors. Draco knew she was there. His mother had once told him how they had consummated their marriage in the family circle. He felt the carriage collide with the ground. It was a little more uncomfortable then Narcissa would have liked. It made Draco a little more cheerful then a moment ago.
She looked just as excited about this as he did. She didn't even pretend to smile. Pansy glared at him as if he had wanted all of this. Instead of trying to stare her down, he bowed his head and hid inside his hair. He missed her huge grin of satisfaction she passed to Narcissa.
"Let's get on with it then, darling," Pansy purred in his ear. "I will enjoy slicing your skin open."
Pansy pulled the dagger from her robes and sliced her arm evenly and without flinching. The black blood erupted from the deep wound. "Don't look worried, Draco; it hurts terribly." He thought she did it as slow as possible when she slid the blade across his wide forearm. Narcissa then tied their arms together and their blood was dripping as one.
Draco pressed his other hand against the door and whispered, "Veni Vici Vidi."
The tree limbs let their strong grip go and creaked open. It looked as dreadful as ever in that certain room. "Now," Narcissa ordered, "place your one arm into the lake made from the blood of our ancestors."
Draco pulled back and wanted to fight but Pansy's father who was standing at the end of the Ballroom cried, "Crucio!" and Draco's nerve endings were screaming and on fire. The father stopped abruptly and coughed loudly. He was instructing Draco's continuance of the ceremony. The blond devil had never felt so helpless and alone, even when Lucius was around.
The groom lowered their arms into the clear water. As soon as their blood touched the water, the entire room was enveloped in a red glow and something began to hum. The snakes were trashing in their spots and seemed to be dying. 'Hermione,' Draco thought to himself,' I vow myself to you. As I open my wound a second time, you will be my final bride.'
He promised her this in his head night after night. After the marriage, the Parkinson's unpacked their daughters' belongings and carried them to her room. She had knocked on his door several times during the night but he had not responded.
"I will punish you, if you don't answer the door," she threatened but he didn't care. Right now he didn't have Hermione to touch and to kiss. The one and only kiss they had shared. His body felt alive at the thought of her hands on his bare chest; the way she scraped her hips against his and shuttered with delight. It didn't taste like the victory he had thought it would. He thought kissing her would rid him of his desire but he wanted everything she possessed now.
As he dreamt of her, a green flame appeared and a girl, taller then Pansy emerged. She was wearing a long scarlet see through gown and her face was shrouded in darkness. "Draco, my love," she cooed and crawled on top of his cold flesh.
"Hermione?" he asked while his eyes were tracing her face. She looked so much like her.but why.she's not here. "No, I am alone. She isn't here."
"No, she isn't, but Draco.let your mind believe it is true and it shall be." He could tell it was Pansy's voice. She had taken a Polyjuice potion, obviously. The Hermione look-alike pulled off her gown and strattled his hips. She was grinding him very slowly and taking broken gasps in his ear.
"Take her, Draco."
"NO!" A voice cried. An image that faded in and out was desperately reaching out to him. It was Hermione that night in the bar.
"Draco, take her," begged the Hermione look-alike.
"Please Draco come to me," sighed the image of her.
"Draco you can take her."
"Come to me."
"With invisible wings in the sky," they both murmured together.
"GAH!" Draco screamed and sat up. No one was there. "Not again," he sighed to himself. Every night was the same thing since he had got back to the manor. Except this time they had mentioned something about a sky.
It had been about a week of seclusion as his mother and wife neither acknowledged nor tormented him. He just sat alone and tried to draw up pictures of her in his mind. He had to get to her!
"Wait."
He pulled a key that he had been keeping in between his bed and opened his large trunk of old Hogwarts things. Maybe he left some pictures of her in here. He sighed at the old, tattered Slytherin robes he had once been so fond of. He pulled it out to put it on but then stopped. He stared at his answer. He didn't need a picture to see her. He had his Nimbus 2001.
She sat up in her bed and gasped.
"Wha?" asked a tired voice, male voice.
"Nothing, don't worry.just a dream. Go back to sleep, Ron."
Hermione sat chewing her nails in the pitch black room.
She had embarrassed him in every way possible. First and foremost, she stalked him back up to the bar after she had sobered him by smacking him around and cursing his branchy-haired dirty-blooded whore. The words stung more then the slaps. The barman had mouthed, 'fight back' but the once bright eyed boy looked like a beaten horse. He looked useless and soulless.
She treated him as if he were an old broken down horse. She bound his hands together with the golden ropes that held together the massive palm trees outside the beach. The room maids of Malfoy pushed him rudely down all the stairs but even when the landing knocked the wind from him, he did not call out for her.
The maids tugged him into the Thestral carriage and wished their mistress a happy flight and to come again. The gray flecks in her eyes burned with quiet rage. "We shall return soon."
When they reached the sky and the thestrals had straightened themselves out, Narcissa coughed gently into her fist and let it fall onto her lap. "So, tell me, Draco Malfoy, after I was the one who kept you in school for at least six years, this is how you thank me? It isn't your fault you're a weak link. There are always those few in families. I'm so disgusted it had to be my own though."
She paused dramatically. "Well, I know I deserve the silent treatment. God knows, your father treated me that way too. He always thought he had the upper hand in everything. When I was young being married to a Malfoy was such an honor. What house full of deceits hidden by a pretty name. Your father only knew me when he wanted a son. He would come in at night and whisper other women's names into my ear but I cared not. I loved him less then he ever thought he loved me. That was his downfall and yours as well.
"Ah, but all that aside. You must know your father and I weren't a normal married couple of course. What really excites me is my plans for you have moved up faster then I expected and nearly all the preparations are in order. No, my son, you won't have to worry about the Mudblood anymore.
"It's been planned for a year, and I knew you would protest. I sent us both off on a vacation with the last you'd been meagerly trying to hide from me. I wanted you to have a nice vacation and get to look at everything the free life had to offer before you were betrothed." She said it so coolly. Draco hardly noticed what had slid from her lips.
"B-b-betrothed?" he gasped.
The older woman nodded like a praised little girl. "To a well off and prestigious family, just as I knew you would. Yes, I adore that look on your face. You want to hurt me, no? I sold you off like cattle, didn't I?"
"You can't, you bitch, you can't!" he snarled.
"Can't I? Your money is gone, your wand is gone. You never finished school and your kind has always relied on family. Where will you go, little Draco? Will it be to your wonderful, successful Muggle-born whore? I would like to see her mother and fathers faces when a Malfoy takes a step on their door."
"Y-y-y-you." he stuttered, completely bewildered by his mother. Her calm demeanor was both depressing and comforting as a boy. She would just agree and go with it. It seemed she would run that race no longer. She hadn't outlived Lucius to be overthrown by his mere son.
"Y-y-y-you...," she mimicked cruelly. "Yes, it is I who runs the Malfoy Manor now. Your wife will be as cold and unloving as I. You will wield to our every whim. You are a broken wizard now, Malfoy. I will treat you the way I never treated your father and he will feel my wrath through you."
She swished her wand and freed her confused son from the binds of the golden ropes. "Attack me now, as you weak men must. I have been a step ahead you and your father. Beat me for me, like you beat your filthy Mudblood and I will enjoy just as much as she." Narcissa's insults sunk into his skin like hot acid.
Yet, he did not stir. He couldn't even blink.
"Pansy Parkinson," she stated.
"What?" That name made him blink.
"The Parkinson's are a wealthy family. If we give them our name then in return we get their money. Pansy will be your wife. Oh, Draco, you think she wants to marry you? She would have sexual relations with that half- blood instead of you if I hadn't promised her certain.things. I have signed your name on all the necessary papers and my signature as well. As soon as we touch the ground you will be ushered into the manor where the ceremony will begin."
His once handsome face sunk in defeat. His eyes were no longer a sharp blue but dull and lifeless. He had never expected such announcements such as these. To think only five hours ago all he was worried about was getting Hermione in bed. Now these thoughts went far beyond lust.
"I am weak," he said calmly.
"Yes, you are," she consoled. Narcissa embraced her son as if she had mothered to him his whole life.
Two main wings on the left and right were nearly covered in vines at never grew flowers but managed to creep up the stone towers, making its way closer each summer to the top. In-between the towers though was the main parts of the manor, calculated 16 well fashioned bedrooms and eight bathrooms upstairs and downstairs. The ballroom was the main room as soon as a Malfoy would step in. In the center off the dance floor was a giant snake with its tongue coiled out. Its hood shaded a part of the floor as the snake stared down upon the glossy wood. Lucius had had it built nearly 6 months before his death.
The ceiling was covered completely in mirrors but with dusty looking snakes curling above. Sometimes they would get tired of slithering in the same spot and one could find a gray, large snake slithering in their bathroom mirror at some point.
Each of the doors had a different Latin name engraved on it so it's easy for a Malfoy to move from room to room through floo powder. The fireplaces were made of black marble adorned with different wizard artifacts and some of antique snakes.
Yet, with all of the décor, none was as beautiful as the room in the back of the ballroom. The doors were made of Darkwood Willow trees bound together and bound good for not one way ray of light could reach through. In this room, only a Malfoy can step. The floors weren't floors at all, but smooth stepping stones that led across a dark sea of water. Giant snakes of all sizes swam in the waters, breeding themselves every few days and then destroying each other and so on. Sometimes the youngest of the Malfoy's could watch them battle each other forever. The sides of the room where enchanted to look like they would go on forever, but as Draco knew they weren't too far in between.
The impressive line that flowed through the blood of Malfoy was inscribed here on the far wall with another enchantment that, when used right, another Malfoy could point his or her wand at the wall and see their painted photograph. If one of the family betrays the code of their honor, their name is magically omitted from the wall and forgotten for all time. Lucius's name glowed with bright green, for he was all honor and had only passed. Below Lucius though, there was a dull name that was nearly erased and was fading faster with every curse he thought under his breath towards his own family.
It would have disappeared totally if he hadn't heard himself.that tiny little voice saying. 'I know I am a Malfoy.I'm just better.no one will take that from me.'
Pansy was waiting outside the doors. Draco knew she was there. His mother had once told him how they had consummated their marriage in the family circle. He felt the carriage collide with the ground. It was a little more uncomfortable then Narcissa would have liked. It made Draco a little more cheerful then a moment ago.
She looked just as excited about this as he did. She didn't even pretend to smile. Pansy glared at him as if he had wanted all of this. Instead of trying to stare her down, he bowed his head and hid inside his hair. He missed her huge grin of satisfaction she passed to Narcissa.
"Let's get on with it then, darling," Pansy purred in his ear. "I will enjoy slicing your skin open."
Pansy pulled the dagger from her robes and sliced her arm evenly and without flinching. The black blood erupted from the deep wound. "Don't look worried, Draco; it hurts terribly." He thought she did it as slow as possible when she slid the blade across his wide forearm. Narcissa then tied their arms together and their blood was dripping as one.
Draco pressed his other hand against the door and whispered, "Veni Vici Vidi."
The tree limbs let their strong grip go and creaked open. It looked as dreadful as ever in that certain room. "Now," Narcissa ordered, "place your one arm into the lake made from the blood of our ancestors."
Draco pulled back and wanted to fight but Pansy's father who was standing at the end of the Ballroom cried, "Crucio!" and Draco's nerve endings were screaming and on fire. The father stopped abruptly and coughed loudly. He was instructing Draco's continuance of the ceremony. The blond devil had never felt so helpless and alone, even when Lucius was around.
The groom lowered their arms into the clear water. As soon as their blood touched the water, the entire room was enveloped in a red glow and something began to hum. The snakes were trashing in their spots and seemed to be dying. 'Hermione,' Draco thought to himself,' I vow myself to you. As I open my wound a second time, you will be my final bride.'
He promised her this in his head night after night. After the marriage, the Parkinson's unpacked their daughters' belongings and carried them to her room. She had knocked on his door several times during the night but he had not responded.
"I will punish you, if you don't answer the door," she threatened but he didn't care. Right now he didn't have Hermione to touch and to kiss. The one and only kiss they had shared. His body felt alive at the thought of her hands on his bare chest; the way she scraped her hips against his and shuttered with delight. It didn't taste like the victory he had thought it would. He thought kissing her would rid him of his desire but he wanted everything she possessed now.
As he dreamt of her, a green flame appeared and a girl, taller then Pansy emerged. She was wearing a long scarlet see through gown and her face was shrouded in darkness. "Draco, my love," she cooed and crawled on top of his cold flesh.
"Hermione?" he asked while his eyes were tracing her face. She looked so much like her.but why.she's not here. "No, I am alone. She isn't here."
"No, she isn't, but Draco.let your mind believe it is true and it shall be." He could tell it was Pansy's voice. She had taken a Polyjuice potion, obviously. The Hermione look-alike pulled off her gown and strattled his hips. She was grinding him very slowly and taking broken gasps in his ear.
"Take her, Draco."
"NO!" A voice cried. An image that faded in and out was desperately reaching out to him. It was Hermione that night in the bar.
"Draco, take her," begged the Hermione look-alike.
"Please Draco come to me," sighed the image of her.
"Draco you can take her."
"Come to me."
"With invisible wings in the sky," they both murmured together.
"GAH!" Draco screamed and sat up. No one was there. "Not again," he sighed to himself. Every night was the same thing since he had got back to the manor. Except this time they had mentioned something about a sky.
It had been about a week of seclusion as his mother and wife neither acknowledged nor tormented him. He just sat alone and tried to draw up pictures of her in his mind. He had to get to her!
"Wait."
He pulled a key that he had been keeping in between his bed and opened his large trunk of old Hogwarts things. Maybe he left some pictures of her in here. He sighed at the old, tattered Slytherin robes he had once been so fond of. He pulled it out to put it on but then stopped. He stared at his answer. He didn't need a picture to see her. He had his Nimbus 2001.
She sat up in her bed and gasped.
"Wha?" asked a tired voice, male voice.
"Nothing, don't worry.just a dream. Go back to sleep, Ron."
Hermione sat chewing her nails in the pitch black room.
