Chapter 6
"Draco can play drums." Blaise's voice broke the rather comfortable silence. "No shit?" Nia asked. She handed him two drumsticks. "Show me what you got." Nia said, nodding in the general direction of a drum set. Draco sat down at it hesitantly and started with a very simple 1-2-3-4-1-2- 3-4-1-2-1-2 beat. Then he broke into a very fast cadence and went smoothly into a Busta Rhymes beat. By then Draco had really gotten into it. This was what he was supposed to be doing, not getting beat up by his father, not playing yes- man to Voldemort, not worrying about waking up to see another day. Draco just wanted to play the drums. Nia Watched in fascination as Draco's arms turned into flesh-colored blurs. She could never play that way. Jordan couldn't either, even on his best days. She was admiring the look of concentration on his perfect face when she realized that he had stopped playing. "So?" Draco asked nervously. "You know that song that goes 'All we need is a drummer for those who only need a beat'? You're that drummer." "And that means?" Blaise asked. Nia looked at Alec and he nodded once. "It means I'd give my first born child to have you in our band." Nia said, her voice filled with the admiration similar to that which Draco had for her. "That won't be necessary. I'd be glad to be in Death Curse." Draco said, trying and failing miserably to keep the excitement out of his voice.
Nia flashed him her signature movie-star-smile. Draco felt his stomach plummet like a wingless bird, only to pool uselessly somewhere in his sneakers. "You get 1/3 of whatever we make, though we spend most of what we make on equipment." Nia said, thinking 'or, in my case, on our families'. "Shit, it's late. Man, and I gotta work tomorrow too." Alec said suddenly. Nia whipped out her wand and cast a Levitating charm on the drums, amplifiers, guitars, speakers, microphones, another guitar, and a keyboard. She then carefully guided them to the fireplace. She threw a hand full of floo powder into the roaring flames. "Welcome to Death Curse Draco! Goodnight." Nia said before calling. "Virginia Weasley, Gryffindor Common Room, Ron Wears Pink Underwear!" And disappearing. The three boys were left alone. Draco noticed the nervous looks Alec and Blaise were giving each other. Draco chuckled to himself. What an odd couple those two would make. Alec, with his happy personality, unorthodox ways and loud mouth. Blaise, with his morbid sense of humor, bitter sarcasm, withdrawn manner, and shadowed past. 'They'd balance each other out' Draco mused. "Erm.Alec. Why did Nia say that her brother wore pink underwear?" Draco asked. It was Alec's turn to chuckle. "Oh, that. Each Gryffindor has their own password to get back in the tower. You also have to say your name. Doesn't Slytherin do that?" "Yes. But we all use the same password and they usually don't mention any boys undergarments." Blaise said quietly. Draco and Alec snorted. "I'll see you later. Practices on Wednesday. Meet us in the Great Hall. After dinner." "I'll be there." Draco said with a nod of his head. //\\//\\///\\\///\\//\\//\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\/ //\\\////\\\
Draco lay staring blankly up at the ceiling, his face contorted into a perfect mask of indifference. Blaise sat on the foot of the bed, searching blindly for the right words. "Fuck." Not the most creative, or comforting thing to say but it suited the situation fairly well. "Fuck." Draco repeated. It felt good to say it. So he said it again, louder. "FUCK!" Draco felt a sense of release. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Draco yelled as loud as he could. "As fun as random profanity is, we haven't resolved any thing." Blaise said. "I want him to die. I want him to feel every blow he has ever struck. I want him to feel how I felt when he used Cruciatus on me. I want him to bleed. I want him to die. I want his ribcage to shatter. I want every bone in his body to be turned into marrow pudding. I want him to suffer. I want him spitting blood. I want him to die. I want to disembowel, dismember and kill kill kill him. I want my father dead." Draco vented, still having a staring contest with the ceiling. Draco tore his eyes away from the vast expanse of green but then he looked at his hand and instantly regretted it. That horrible piece of parchment made him want to be sick. He knew what it said. He had read it about 100 times before his brain could figure out what it said.
Mr. Draco A. Malfoy, (It read) We regret to inform you that new information has come up regarding the death of your Mother, Narcissa S. Malfoy. The coroner's report said that your mother did not die of natural causes. Your mother was poisoned. Newly discovered tracking spells have lead us to believe that your mother was murdered by Lucius H. Malfoy, your father. When a team of wizard law enforcers arrived at Malfoy Manor your father was found to be missing and your house elves informed the Aurors that Mr. L. Malfoy had been missing since September. According to wizard law a missing wizard's or witch's possessions go to their rightful heir. Enclosed is the deed to Malfoy Manor and your family's will that entitles you to the Malfoy Family fortune. Please except our deepest sympathies for your lost.
-The Bureau of Deceased Witch or Wizard Affairs
Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Luscious Malfoy is a murderer. 'I will find him and I will kill him. Wherever you are Luscious, I will come for you.' Draco thought, his thoughts completely predatory. Someday, maybe someday soon, Lucius will no longer be alive. Blaise backed away from Draco when he saw Draco's sliver eyes become even more metallic. Draco slowly rose from his bed. He glanced at his watch and said. "Oh, would you look at the time. I've got practice."
*A/N~ Temper temper Draco! Next chappie.Nia's got secrets too. Deadly secrets..MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Also, soon you'll learn why and how Molly died. And where the fuck is Lucius? Closer than one might think. Xx Darky PS My thanks to the VERY FEW of you who reviewed. It made me so happy! Oh, and Laura.I WILL DESTROY YOU! Uh.who said that?
"Draco can play drums." Blaise's voice broke the rather comfortable silence. "No shit?" Nia asked. She handed him two drumsticks. "Show me what you got." Nia said, nodding in the general direction of a drum set. Draco sat down at it hesitantly and started with a very simple 1-2-3-4-1-2- 3-4-1-2-1-2 beat. Then he broke into a very fast cadence and went smoothly into a Busta Rhymes beat. By then Draco had really gotten into it. This was what he was supposed to be doing, not getting beat up by his father, not playing yes- man to Voldemort, not worrying about waking up to see another day. Draco just wanted to play the drums. Nia Watched in fascination as Draco's arms turned into flesh-colored blurs. She could never play that way. Jordan couldn't either, even on his best days. She was admiring the look of concentration on his perfect face when she realized that he had stopped playing. "So?" Draco asked nervously. "You know that song that goes 'All we need is a drummer for those who only need a beat'? You're that drummer." "And that means?" Blaise asked. Nia looked at Alec and he nodded once. "It means I'd give my first born child to have you in our band." Nia said, her voice filled with the admiration similar to that which Draco had for her. "That won't be necessary. I'd be glad to be in Death Curse." Draco said, trying and failing miserably to keep the excitement out of his voice.
Nia flashed him her signature movie-star-smile. Draco felt his stomach plummet like a wingless bird, only to pool uselessly somewhere in his sneakers. "You get 1/3 of whatever we make, though we spend most of what we make on equipment." Nia said, thinking 'or, in my case, on our families'. "Shit, it's late. Man, and I gotta work tomorrow too." Alec said suddenly. Nia whipped out her wand and cast a Levitating charm on the drums, amplifiers, guitars, speakers, microphones, another guitar, and a keyboard. She then carefully guided them to the fireplace. She threw a hand full of floo powder into the roaring flames. "Welcome to Death Curse Draco! Goodnight." Nia said before calling. "Virginia Weasley, Gryffindor Common Room, Ron Wears Pink Underwear!" And disappearing. The three boys were left alone. Draco noticed the nervous looks Alec and Blaise were giving each other. Draco chuckled to himself. What an odd couple those two would make. Alec, with his happy personality, unorthodox ways and loud mouth. Blaise, with his morbid sense of humor, bitter sarcasm, withdrawn manner, and shadowed past. 'They'd balance each other out' Draco mused. "Erm.Alec. Why did Nia say that her brother wore pink underwear?" Draco asked. It was Alec's turn to chuckle. "Oh, that. Each Gryffindor has their own password to get back in the tower. You also have to say your name. Doesn't Slytherin do that?" "Yes. But we all use the same password and they usually don't mention any boys undergarments." Blaise said quietly. Draco and Alec snorted. "I'll see you later. Practices on Wednesday. Meet us in the Great Hall. After dinner." "I'll be there." Draco said with a nod of his head. //\\//\\///\\\///\\//\\//\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\///\\\/ //\\\////\\\
Draco lay staring blankly up at the ceiling, his face contorted into a perfect mask of indifference. Blaise sat on the foot of the bed, searching blindly for the right words. "Fuck." Not the most creative, or comforting thing to say but it suited the situation fairly well. "Fuck." Draco repeated. It felt good to say it. So he said it again, louder. "FUCK!" Draco felt a sense of release. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Draco yelled as loud as he could. "As fun as random profanity is, we haven't resolved any thing." Blaise said. "I want him to die. I want him to feel every blow he has ever struck. I want him to feel how I felt when he used Cruciatus on me. I want him to bleed. I want him to die. I want his ribcage to shatter. I want every bone in his body to be turned into marrow pudding. I want him to suffer. I want him spitting blood. I want him to die. I want to disembowel, dismember and kill kill kill him. I want my father dead." Draco vented, still having a staring contest with the ceiling. Draco tore his eyes away from the vast expanse of green but then he looked at his hand and instantly regretted it. That horrible piece of parchment made him want to be sick. He knew what it said. He had read it about 100 times before his brain could figure out what it said.
Mr. Draco A. Malfoy, (It read) We regret to inform you that new information has come up regarding the death of your Mother, Narcissa S. Malfoy. The coroner's report said that your mother did not die of natural causes. Your mother was poisoned. Newly discovered tracking spells have lead us to believe that your mother was murdered by Lucius H. Malfoy, your father. When a team of wizard law enforcers arrived at Malfoy Manor your father was found to be missing and your house elves informed the Aurors that Mr. L. Malfoy had been missing since September. According to wizard law a missing wizard's or witch's possessions go to their rightful heir. Enclosed is the deed to Malfoy Manor and your family's will that entitles you to the Malfoy Family fortune. Please except our deepest sympathies for your lost.
-The Bureau of Deceased Witch or Wizard Affairs
Murderer. Murderer. Murderer. Luscious Malfoy is a murderer. 'I will find him and I will kill him. Wherever you are Luscious, I will come for you.' Draco thought, his thoughts completely predatory. Someday, maybe someday soon, Lucius will no longer be alive. Blaise backed away from Draco when he saw Draco's sliver eyes become even more metallic. Draco slowly rose from his bed. He glanced at his watch and said. "Oh, would you look at the time. I've got practice."
*A/N~ Temper temper Draco! Next chappie.Nia's got secrets too. Deadly secrets..MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Also, soon you'll learn why and how Molly died. And where the fuck is Lucius? Closer than one might think. Xx Darky PS My thanks to the VERY FEW of you who reviewed. It made me so happy! Oh, and Laura.I WILL DESTROY YOU! Uh.who said that?