A/N: I've been bogged down with tons of midterms and papers that make you want to raid a candy store to drown your woes in saccharine. Erm…yeah…anyway, sorry for taking so long with the update! Hopefully the next one won't take so long!
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CHAPTER 9
She fingered the dagger, her eyes tracing the intricate engravings…her index finger slid against the edge of the razor sharp blade and she smiled. Droplets of blood surfaced along the thin line left by the 'slumber of fangs.' Abruptly she threw the dagger against the wall, connecting with a twanging sound and buried halfway past the length. She was disgusted with herself…she didn't want to become addicted again. The pleasure of the pain concocted by blades and released by blood. It was entrancing and she dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands, willing the itch to go away.
It was silly to hurt yourself…that's what most people told her. But they never understood…they never could. Even if others shared the same addiction, it didn't mean they would understand 'why' you did it. Each person has their own reasons, no one could say they had the ability to know exactly what you have been through, second for second. So she laughed at those who tried…made them sorry for the needless pitying.
She had walked over to the blade again and smirked. The 'slumber of fangs' was an antique…a work of art and of immeasurable power. Only the blood of the one who crafted the dagger was able to wield it, lest while you sleep, the dagger would cut you until you bled away your life. An heirloom her mother had given to her to keep, Sylph kept it by her side everywhere she went. It was always hard to find unconditional loyalty such as that. She would be the one to use it and it would be her blood that will grant death.
There was no beginning without an end.
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"Malfoy I'm going to dye your hair a hideous shade of puke green."
The Slytherin's gray eyes widened considerably at the threat to his beloved hair. Ginny, who was sitting on Draco's lap, frowned slightly, confused at Harry's anger and used to Draco's narcissism. .
Pulling away from her boyfriend's warmth, Ginny gently asked, "Is there something wrong Harry?"
His eyes never leaving the silver-blonde, Harry snorted, "The wanker told Sylph to stay away from me. What the hell is your problem Malfoy?!"
Draco smirked at him and drawled, "Why Harry, didn't know you liked watching other guys wanking."
Flushing the boy who lived sputtered, "You disgusting idiot!"
Shrugging, Draco sat up straighter, and waved a hand absently at the emerald eyed boy who was now glowering at him, "Sylph was just playing with you Harry. Don't get so cross about it. You ought to be grateful. This is a hobby of hers, you would have been hurt when she decided to drop you like a dried up marker."
That comment earned weird looks from both Ginny and Harry.
Not understanding the expressions on the others' faces, he growled, "What?!"
Ginny shook her head slightly and mourned her boyfriend's lack of witty comebacks.
Harry nodded and gave the redhead a sympathetic pat on the back, "It's okay Ginny, I'm sure one day he'll find some good lines. Maybe it's just a slow period; you know guys his age go through these types of things."
She blew her nose with the handkerchief Harry mysteriously procured and muttered, 'He used to be so good at these things you know? I don't know what happened…one day he just couldn't think up any good insults. It hurt me terribly…I-I've been holding it in for so long…thanks for being here for me Harry."
He smiled kindly at her and patted her on the head, "It's ok Gin, and things will be alright. Maybe he'll get turned into a ferret again, and in order to retaliate all those great ferret jokes, he'll have to improve his repertoire of scathing remarks."
Throughout this exchange, Draco stood watching them in disbelief and had turned a light shade of pink, stamping his foot occasionally for attention (which was ignored). So in a very Malfoy manner, he baited them.
In a decidedly sing-song voice, although Draco would never admit it (he called it Shakespearean), "I know something youuu don't knowww!"
The red and black heads turned to Draco with curious eyes.
Grinning at his much deserved attention, he grinned pompously, "Ha! Look who's in the dark now!"
After rolling his eyes, Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco and asked, "What couldyou possibly know that I don't?"
Smirking, the Slytherin ran a hand through his hair, tousling it a bit, "I'm bigger than you."
After gawking at him for a bit, Harry growled, "You so did not win! We called it off cause it got to cold and we didn't want anything to happen to our…er…" Harry looked uncomfortably at the confused Ginny, "um…"
So he opted to go with his original plan.
He glared at Draco and with underlying frustration, and slowly repeated his earlier accusation, "What did you tell Sylph?"
Previous mockery and pompousness gone, cool silver eyes washed over him, "You aren't good enough."
"What the bloody hell are you on about?!"
That had been Ginny.
As the only girl and youngest to boot, with many older brothers, she knew exactly where Draco was aiming for.
She jabbed her boyfriend in the chest with her index finger, eyes flashing and with silky tones she calmly enunciated each word, "Draco love, are you telling me that you forced Syl to stay away from Harry?"
Gulping, Draco inwardly wondered how he became such a nancy when concerning Ginny and Sylph.
Smirking Ginny looked into his eyes and amusedly kissed him on the lips. Pulling away she said over her shoulder to Harry, "He takes it back. Go ahead and chase after her."
At that, the Slytherin broke away from his dazed state and frowned, "NO."
The redhead was about to retort when he glared at her. Draco rarely ever got angry with her, and when he did, it always left Ginny feeling guilty.
He stepped away from her and fixed his eyes on Harry seriously, "You won't get her and you never will. She'll lead you on and make you fall in love with her. Then when you least expect it, she'll stomp on your heart and leave you to the dogs. It's a game Potter, and I'm sure she's even told you it was a game. It's funny that even when her victims know that it won't last, they expect the most from her. I usually wouldn't care about who she plays with potty head, but if I let her play with you, Ginny here would have my head on a platter."
Running Draco's words through his head, he realized that she had indeed warned him, but he had shrugged it off thinking she was joking. Unsure where to head from this point he looked to Draco for answers. "I wasn't looking for a deep meaningful relationship. I wouldn't have minded just dating."
Snorting the head boy shook his head, "You don't get it. It's not about what you want. It's everything to do with what she wants. If I haven't known her most of my life, I would probably hex her to oblivion. She's manipulative and dangerous if you don't know her. Don't get me wrong, she's my sister, but it doesn't mean she's perfect."
Harry's eyes darkened, "So you're telling me she just likes to whore herself?"
Draco glared at him and growled, "Don't EVER speak about her like that. She's far from it so don't pretend to know what you don't."
Ginny noticed that Harry had gotten a bit angry, but Draco had completely tensed, which meant he'd hex Harry in a blink of an eye if the conversation continued. "Harry, maybe you should go check up on Ron, I think he was looking for you earlier."
Reluctant to take the hint, but knowing he probably should, Harry gave her a curt nod and murmured, 'See you later Ginny."
After he had left, Draco relaxed slightly but wasn't totally appeased.
Ginny sighed and gently positioned his arms around her waist and whispered, "I'm sorry it seemed as if I was overriding your 'brotherly instincts' but as a little sister, I feel that when my brothers act like that, it makes me even more rebellious…either that or she'll take the other extreme and stay away altogether, unable to do what she thinks is right."
Draco raised an eyebrow and laughed, "Sylph isn't a little girl who doesn't know what to do and who to take orders from Gin. Don't think you can or ever will understand her. I've known her since we were little, and even I don't understand half of the things she does. Sometimes I can swear she's a nutcase…but a nutcase I love."
She smiled at him, noting his furrowed brows of worry as well as the wariness for how Harry would react to his sister, she never loved him more.
****
Sylph sat cross-legged on her bed and her new wizarding enhanced stereo blared the muggle called Stacie Orrico's, 'There's gotta be more to Life.'
While singing half heartedly along with the song, she wondered idly if there were any other worthwhile guys to play with. Harry was a no go according to Draco, so she'd listen to him just this once.
Harry was awfully cute though. Even with that hideous goody too shoes demeanor. She couldn't help but grin wondering what would happen if she could make the boy who defeated Voldemort, streak across the quidditch pitch during a Hufflepuff-Ravenclaw match. With that in mind, she burst into a fit of giggles.
That made her much happier.
Shutting off her stereo she felt like having another walk outside. Sometimes she wondered why she just didn't camp outside. :::Yeah and then you can catch snogging couples unawares and scare the shit out of them::: she chuckled evilly.
She was now standing in the very heart of the quidditch pitch and stretched her arms above her head, falling backwards onto the hard dirt and grass.
Not wincing as the sharp pain shot through her head, shoulders, back and butt, she sighed.
:::Why's everything so fucked up all the time?:::
:::Wish I could get a bottle of Baccardi 151…nothing better than to drown it all:::
:::Or I can go ahead and find a snogging couple and fulfill my plan of evilness:::
Evilness won out.
***
"Oh harder Ernie harder!"
Ernie Macmillian was trying his best to give a hickey, but he really had no clue as to how. Under Hannah Abbot's instructions, he was now trying to suck a spot of neck as hard as he could. He just didn't understand why it was such a turn on.
So intent on learning this 'hickey' business, he didn't hear the slight rustling behind the bushes. Hell, even if he did hear it, he wouldn't have cared anyway, he was snogging HANNAH ABBOT!
Behind the bushes, Sylph snickered at the couple, Ernie wasn't a bad looking boy and Hannah was rather pretty, but just watching them and their innocence made her want to double over busting a gut. Kids their age were shagging, not learning how to give a hickey!
Then without further hesitation, she put her finger to her throat and whispered, "Sonorous." She then further manipulated her voice by distorting it. She grinned and started to moan like ghosts from muggle movies.
Ernie stopped his 'ministrations' when he heard a ghostly moan floating from somewhere near. Keeping in mind that he was muggle born, he did still harbor a slight fear of ghosts with exceptions of the Hogwarts ones.
Hannah immediately started demanding why he stopped but quickly shut up after Sylph added a few more ghostly noises.
All in all Syl's acting wouldn't get any awards, in fact, it was downright lame sounding, but hormone crazed teens weren't too hard to work with.
Realizing that she needed an extra oomph to get their skinny asses (well Ernie had a pretty nice ass she had to admit) moving, she sent out an illusion spell which projected hordes of Cornish pixies gnashing their teeth at them.
With the fear of Lockhart, the snogging couple ran for their lives.
A/N 2 : I know there's not much going on lately because I like to take thing slow and I fear that I may be leaning towards a darker genre. BUT I did put in Romance before Humor, since I have a weird habit of injecting amusing little incidences into even my darkest short stories (not on FF.net). I do hope you'll stick around with me and see where this is headed. *grins at those who survived reading thus far and waves happily at them*
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