Chapter four of Conversations
Author: Silvestra
Rating: R
A/N: Guys, thank you so much for the über-nice reviews!! I was thrilled to see that so many people liked the story :) Thank you, Jasini, Curious Dream Weaver, eveylici0uz, Sapphrine (love ya!), Dev (love ya!!) and dancingirl :) all the reviews were very nice and made my day!
And now for chapter four, people.
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Conversation 4, 7th of September, 1998
Door opens.
Hi, Malfoy.
Potter – you – you look horrible.
Oh thank you. How nice of you to come here and make me feel even worse than I already do.
But – what happened to you? Why – why – that blood – who- -
Me, Malfoy. Me.
You?
Yes. Me.
Silence.
You did that?
Yes.
But why?
I wanted to end this.
But- -
No but's, Malfoy. I wanted to kill myself. But – alas, they took the knife away before I was able to slit my throat.
*a horrified look* Harry!
It would be better if you left.
No it wouldn't! Why would you – kill yourself?
Gee, you are bright! What do you think, you think I enjoy being in this stinky cell? You think I enjoy being parted from everyone I love?
Harry – everyone you love – they're dead. You killed them, remember?
I know it.
Then why- -
I told you, I hate to be parted from them.
Killing yourself doesn't bring them back.
No, it doesn't. But it would bring me to them. They are waiting for me.
You don't believe that, Potter.
*sarcastically* No shit, Sherlock.
How can you be so sarcastic even though you are locked up here?
You have to have some humour in life, even if you are going to be Kissed soon.
You won't be Kissed.
Yes I will.
No you won't.
Malfoy, shut your fat mouth. Give me one good reason why I wouldn't be Kissed.
Well- -
Exactly. There are no reasons.
But – you killed my parents – that was self-defence. I remember.
Self-defence my ass. Or yes, it might have been self-defence.
Exactly, Harry.
Why are you calling me Harry and not Potter?
Drop it. You are not going to be Kissed. I know it. They'll find evidence pointing that you were under Imperius- -
Honestly, Draco, how thick are you? There is no evidence.
But – a lot of people saw- -
Those people are dead by now.
Hermione lives.
*snorts* Hermione?
Yes.
You know what happened to her?
Yes.
She got crucio-ed just a while after I killed her parents. She is mental. She is at St. Mungo's. No-one would take her sentences seriously.
Oh – I'm sorry- -
Don't be.
Who did it?
Who did what?
Crucio-ed her.
You sure you want to know?
Yes.
Your father.
Silence.
My – my father?
Exactly. That's the reason I killed your father. It wasn't self-defence. I was mad – they had drove my best friend mad, killed my other best friend – there was only one thing I could do. Pay back.
But- -
I said, 'no but's, Malfoy', didn't I?
*weakly* Yes.
Right.
Silence.
Why do you still keep coming here? I thought you'd already come to your senses.
I wanted to see you.
And why is that?
I just did.
Why do you keep hiding the reason?
Because I don't have a reason.
What happened to Bellatrix Lestrange?
Pardon?
What happened to her?
How do you expect I'd know?
She was a Death Eater, you stupid git. She worked with your Father. I think you'd know.
Well – she – she was killed.
Excellent! By who?
By – you-know-who.
Oh. By Voldemort – oh, get a grip – by Voldemort himself, or by his commands?
Why do you ask?
Answer me.
By himself.
What did she do to make him angry?
I don't know.
Yes you do.
No, I don't!
Silence.
Honestly.
Alright. I believe you.
Silence.
Malfoy?
Yes?
I really like to have you here.
You're kidding.
No. Please visit again.
Well- -
I know you will.
Silence.
You will. Admit it.
Alright. I will visit you again.
When?
I – I don't know. As soon as possible.
Will you do me a favour, then?
Shoot.
Bring me some chocolate.
Chocolate?
You heard me.
Well – of course.
See you around.
See you, Scarhead.
See you, Ferret-boy.
Oh shut up.
Just leave already.
Draco leaves.
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There. Love me! R&R, please.