Rogue Wizard
Chapter 2: Bleeding Pansies
He exhaled a breath of smoke; yeah...he had, not to mention the boy had got the idea to ditch the oculars and sport some contacts... Good, his emerald green eyes tended to become more vibrant when he didn't wear those wretched glasses . . . but it wasn't like he cared or anything . . .
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Draco hummed a tune absently as he shrugged out of his cloak, grabbing a knife from under his pillow; it was a good blade, seven inches long, two inches wide at the base that thinned down, ending in a curve. So that when you plunged it into someone's gullet, and twisted the blade a bit. Not only would the wound not close, it would snag and tear other internal organs, creating a larger gash inside.
It wasn't like he was planning to do that to Pansy . . .
It would be too obvious that he did it. . .so he needed to do something a little less obvious, a lot less fatal, and a whole lot easier to heal . . .but still warning enough to not do so again.
Oh-! He knew what tune he was humming now . . .
Even knew a few of the lyrics . . .
Went something like ~ 'Frosty the snowman . . .dun dun dun duh duh duhh . . .' okay he didn't know all the lyrics . . .but it was a catchy sort of tune . . .
Which explained why he kept mumbling the first three words of the song and the trailing off into a hum . . .which took place while he was climbing the girl's dormitory stairs . . .
No one knew he was there, it was well into early morning, he'd had to wait until Parkinson fell into a false sense of security first since he'd basically tipped the chit off that she'd be the first on his list . . .
Well now he was humming 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' . . .he actually knew the words to this one . . . always a good thing too . . .
Upon reaching Parkinson's dorm room, he opened the door easily; after removing several locking charms and 'Evil-Be-Gone' wards . . .which was quite silly . . . I mean . . .these were Slytherins that they were dealing with here . . .
Now he'd moved on to humming 'Rock-a-by-Baby' of which he couldn't seem to stop humming, so he quieted it down so he at least wouldn't wake the chit . . . yet.
Draco slipped in between the bedhangings, crawling soundlessly on top of Parkinson's sleeping form, his knife cradled between his teeth.
Once he'd properly settled himself on top of the stupid blonde female named Pansy Parkinson, he slowly, placed his left hand over her mouth while taking his knife from his mouth with the other.
"Waky- Waky Pansy darling . . ." Draco cooed, dragging the tip of the blade down the side of Parkinson's cheek, delighted at the thin line of red that appeared . . . he always made sure to keep his knives well taken care of . . .
As expected, Parkinson jerked awake with a muffled scream of pain, shock, and fear as she then began to struggle fruitlessly against his hold.
Fruit . . .him, he was quite in the mood for some strawberries now . . . dipped in chocolate . . . mmm . . . yummy . . .
Her now muffled cries of mercy quieted down, Draco could feel her salty tears moistening his fingertips; his mind returned to the task at hand.
"Scream and I'll gut you Parkinson." He stated calmly, removing his hand and wiping it on her coverlet while his other hand had the knife poised at her throat.
"Now, I had thought of quite a few things of which to do to you." Draco paused, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers, it was a bit dry from continuous dying, only Malfoys had natural silver-blonde hair . . . "The most favorable had been to cut off your clitoris with my lovely knife," he watched her eyes begin to water up even more "Or biting it off as I happened to be 'eating you out' so that you would forever remember the both pleasurable and painful experience . . . But at the moment, neither seem very appealing to me," he paused again this time out of bored obligation.
"I also don't much care for harming you at the moment either. But you see, I am obligated to do so," Draco nodded his head in understanding as Pansy shook her head fiercely. "I know, a right bother isn't it, all these obligations . . ." he sighed, "For you and the others harmed me, and I must retaliate so you remember to never do so again."
"But then I also must take in the consideration that I can't do lasting damage lest the school realize what I've done, so you see I am quite in a fix here. And what with my being bored and all too." Draco sighed dully, patting Parkinson on the head gently.
"B-But y-you don't have to D-Draco . . . " pansy whimpered softly as she reached up to caress the side of Draco's cheek, but the dull apathy in his eyes and the trembling in her hand caused her arm to fall limp between them.
"Oh but I do Pansy, you already have the Dark Mark and so I must do something otherwise you might believe that I'll allow something like before happen again.you might even take advantage where in truth you have none." Draco smiled, but it was an empty smile.
Draco's eyes lit up after a moment, "Oh I know!" he spoke, making a knick in Pansy's neck happily, "You can be my eyes and ears for Voldemort! Splendid! Just absolutely lovely!" he grinned, making another nick just below the first one.
"Here's what you'll do-" Draco began, pulling the blanket down between them, stopping just short of revealing Parkinson's nipples . . . she slept in the nude- even if there was possible danger afoot . . .
As he began to explain just what she would do, he then began to absently cut little designs into Pansy's flesh with his knife. Not deep enough to damage, but enough to scar; "You'll become as loyal to Voldemort as you can. Meaning you'll only sleep with him and do exactly as he says . . . " He paused, falling silent as he scratched in another flower, trailing a vine-cut up over her shoulder then curling near the edge of her breast. "- And you'll inform me of any little attack or plans he has to do about anything- alright?"
He finished his little flowery design that was smeared in blood, looking up to see Pansy's watery eyes and tear-stained face looking at him with mild fear that had dimmed since she'd lost feeling of her chest which had probably begun to sting.
"O-Okay . . . " Pansy nodded slowly, agreeing.
"Great!" Draco agreed, "Oh but this little design is just lovely, I'll make it into a tattoo!" he smiled again, reaching out onto the nightstand, riffling through the drawer for the ink bottle.
He grabbed it, opened the top then grabbed Pansy's hand, "I don't want the ink to stain my hands and I know you'll just find this little tattoo amazingly adorable; it's of a baby dragon encircled by a bunch of vines and flowers."
Draco then poured a bit of Pansy's rainbow ink onto her hand then made her press it into her shallow cuts; guiding her hand all over the section, drenching it with the ink.
"Now, just leave it on there for another five minutes then go and wash off the rest of the ink; goodnight Parkinson." Draco advised, climbing off the silent, ink-smeared, tear-stained, and blood-dried Pansy Parkinson, slipping from the girl's dorm.
It was about time to get ready for breakfast . . .
-r/r people . . . I think I needed to vent some sadism or otherwise I might've taken it out on some . . . real flesh and blood bodies . . . which would have been much better, but still . . .this will sate my imagination for now . . .afterall, there are two types of sadism.mine falls more into the second type really.
Chapter 2: Bleeding Pansies
He exhaled a breath of smoke; yeah...he had, not to mention the boy had got the idea to ditch the oculars and sport some contacts... Good, his emerald green eyes tended to become more vibrant when he didn't wear those wretched glasses . . . but it wasn't like he cared or anything . . .
-
Draco hummed a tune absently as he shrugged out of his cloak, grabbing a knife from under his pillow; it was a good blade, seven inches long, two inches wide at the base that thinned down, ending in a curve. So that when you plunged it into someone's gullet, and twisted the blade a bit. Not only would the wound not close, it would snag and tear other internal organs, creating a larger gash inside.
It wasn't like he was planning to do that to Pansy . . .
It would be too obvious that he did it. . .so he needed to do something a little less obvious, a lot less fatal, and a whole lot easier to heal . . .but still warning enough to not do so again.
Oh-! He knew what tune he was humming now . . .
Even knew a few of the lyrics . . .
Went something like ~ 'Frosty the snowman . . .dun dun dun duh duh duhh . . .' okay he didn't know all the lyrics . . .but it was a catchy sort of tune . . .
Which explained why he kept mumbling the first three words of the song and the trailing off into a hum . . .which took place while he was climbing the girl's dormitory stairs . . .
No one knew he was there, it was well into early morning, he'd had to wait until Parkinson fell into a false sense of security first since he'd basically tipped the chit off that she'd be the first on his list . . .
Well now he was humming 'Itsy Bitsy Spider' . . .he actually knew the words to this one . . . always a good thing too . . .
Upon reaching Parkinson's dorm room, he opened the door easily; after removing several locking charms and 'Evil-Be-Gone' wards . . .which was quite silly . . . I mean . . .these were Slytherins that they were dealing with here . . .
Now he'd moved on to humming 'Rock-a-by-Baby' of which he couldn't seem to stop humming, so he quieted it down so he at least wouldn't wake the chit . . . yet.
Draco slipped in between the bedhangings, crawling soundlessly on top of Parkinson's sleeping form, his knife cradled between his teeth.
Once he'd properly settled himself on top of the stupid blonde female named Pansy Parkinson, he slowly, placed his left hand over her mouth while taking his knife from his mouth with the other.
"Waky- Waky Pansy darling . . ." Draco cooed, dragging the tip of the blade down the side of Parkinson's cheek, delighted at the thin line of red that appeared . . . he always made sure to keep his knives well taken care of . . .
As expected, Parkinson jerked awake with a muffled scream of pain, shock, and fear as she then began to struggle fruitlessly against his hold.
Fruit . . .him, he was quite in the mood for some strawberries now . . . dipped in chocolate . . . mmm . . . yummy . . .
Her now muffled cries of mercy quieted down, Draco could feel her salty tears moistening his fingertips; his mind returned to the task at hand.
"Scream and I'll gut you Parkinson." He stated calmly, removing his hand and wiping it on her coverlet while his other hand had the knife poised at her throat.
"Now, I had thought of quite a few things of which to do to you." Draco paused, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers, it was a bit dry from continuous dying, only Malfoys had natural silver-blonde hair . . . "The most favorable had been to cut off your clitoris with my lovely knife," he watched her eyes begin to water up even more "Or biting it off as I happened to be 'eating you out' so that you would forever remember the both pleasurable and painful experience . . . But at the moment, neither seem very appealing to me," he paused again this time out of bored obligation.
"I also don't much care for harming you at the moment either. But you see, I am obligated to do so," Draco nodded his head in understanding as Pansy shook her head fiercely. "I know, a right bother isn't it, all these obligations . . ." he sighed, "For you and the others harmed me, and I must retaliate so you remember to never do so again."
"But then I also must take in the consideration that I can't do lasting damage lest the school realize what I've done, so you see I am quite in a fix here. And what with my being bored and all too." Draco sighed dully, patting Parkinson on the head gently.
"B-But y-you don't have to D-Draco . . . " pansy whimpered softly as she reached up to caress the side of Draco's cheek, but the dull apathy in his eyes and the trembling in her hand caused her arm to fall limp between them.
"Oh but I do Pansy, you already have the Dark Mark and so I must do something otherwise you might believe that I'll allow something like before happen again.you might even take advantage where in truth you have none." Draco smiled, but it was an empty smile.
Draco's eyes lit up after a moment, "Oh I know!" he spoke, making a knick in Pansy's neck happily, "You can be my eyes and ears for Voldemort! Splendid! Just absolutely lovely!" he grinned, making another nick just below the first one.
"Here's what you'll do-" Draco began, pulling the blanket down between them, stopping just short of revealing Parkinson's nipples . . . she slept in the nude- even if there was possible danger afoot . . .
As he began to explain just what she would do, he then began to absently cut little designs into Pansy's flesh with his knife. Not deep enough to damage, but enough to scar; "You'll become as loyal to Voldemort as you can. Meaning you'll only sleep with him and do exactly as he says . . . " He paused, falling silent as he scratched in another flower, trailing a vine-cut up over her shoulder then curling near the edge of her breast. "- And you'll inform me of any little attack or plans he has to do about anything- alright?"
He finished his little flowery design that was smeared in blood, looking up to see Pansy's watery eyes and tear-stained face looking at him with mild fear that had dimmed since she'd lost feeling of her chest which had probably begun to sting.
"O-Okay . . . " Pansy nodded slowly, agreeing.
"Great!" Draco agreed, "Oh but this little design is just lovely, I'll make it into a tattoo!" he smiled again, reaching out onto the nightstand, riffling through the drawer for the ink bottle.
He grabbed it, opened the top then grabbed Pansy's hand, "I don't want the ink to stain my hands and I know you'll just find this little tattoo amazingly adorable; it's of a baby dragon encircled by a bunch of vines and flowers."
Draco then poured a bit of Pansy's rainbow ink onto her hand then made her press it into her shallow cuts; guiding her hand all over the section, drenching it with the ink.
"Now, just leave it on there for another five minutes then go and wash off the rest of the ink; goodnight Parkinson." Draco advised, climbing off the silent, ink-smeared, tear-stained, and blood-dried Pansy Parkinson, slipping from the girl's dorm.
It was about time to get ready for breakfast . . .
-r/r people . . . I think I needed to vent some sadism or otherwise I might've taken it out on some . . . real flesh and blood bodies . . . which would have been much better, but still . . .this will sate my imagination for now . . .afterall, there are two types of sadism.mine falls more into the second type really.