Cruel: Heart and Soul Chapter 15, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter 15

"Son, I'd like you to meet Callysta Veridienne Hope," Lucius Malfoy introduced his son to a girl around his age. The girl was standing beside another man, her father perhaps. "She's the daughter of a close friend of mine." He motioned for his acquaintance to come over. "This is Dustin Laurente Hope."

Draco eyed the man suspiciously. The man had black hair with white streaks that symbolized of his experience and wisdom. His eyes were a deep emerald green. He had a distinguished mustache to along with his regal features. He was somewhat taller that his father and more broad shouldered.

"Son, what do you say?" his father prodded him gently with his staff.

"Hello sir, pleased to meet your acquaintance." He dipped a simple bow before the man.

"Pleased to meet you Draco," Mr. Hope said. To his father he said in an impressed voice, "You taught your son well, you'd find that my daughter had been taught well."

"I don't doubt your words" Lucius replied. "Come, we must discuss business. I'm sure they'll get around to talking sooner or later." He drew the other man into another room, leaving the children behind.

Draco then turned his eyes to the girl before him. Like her father she had black hair, only hers reached to her back. Her eyes were a jade color in contrast to her father; he noticed that her eyes were weird. Her orbs had silver flecks in them. She was wearing a simple beige dress as he was dressed in a tailored white top and pants.

"Hello," she smiled warmly at him.

He didn't say anything. He just continued to stare at this strange creature before him.

"My name is Callysta Veridienne Hope" she introduced herself. "What's yours?"

"Draco…Draco Edward Malfoy." He replied.

"I'm seven, how about you?" she asked him.

"Eight," he smirked at her. "I'm older so you have to follow what I say"

"No, I don't." she frowned slightly. "You have a funny name!"

"Yours is funnier!" he shot back. "Its too hard to pronounce!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Children! What is going on in here?" Dustin Hope came in and demanded the children what were they doing.

The two pointed at each other at shouted that he or she started it.

Lucius followed quickly behind Dustin and stared at the two. "Maybe it would be more progressive if we let them run in the garden."

The two were brought to the garden and were left once again by their fathers.

"Draco…" she said slowly.

"What?" he snapped.

"It's a nice name…"

"I can't say your name…it's too hard. Can I call you Cal or Cally?" he asked her.

"Alright," she laughed. "I'll tell you a secret," she motioned for him to come closer to her.

"What?" he stood beside her.

"Tag! You're it!" she pushed him unto the grass and ran off laughing.

He gritted his teeth and ran after her.

….

He saw Cally almost everyday from that day on. He knew Cally had a headstrong personality and loved to kid around. She was well mannered around others but was different with her friends, she was fun loving and went along with his crazy schemes. They were growing up very fast and they could already tell that their fathers had plans for them. Cally was shocked at the idea of them actually getting together. Draco didn't mind. He and Cally were best friends.

"What's wrong with us being together? We're best friends, aren't we?" Draco shrugged as Cally told him about their father's plans.

"No, you don't understand! They want us to get married!" she hissed.

Draco stopped dead in his tracks. "Married? We're only thirteen! I mean you're turning thirteen," he added hastily.

"No silly, we're having an arranged marriage. Meaning we're already promised to each other." Cally informed him as she sat down in the oversized hammock-swing.

Draco started to rock the swing gently before getting in with her. "We can't get married! We're best friends…it would ruin everything. It would be weird."

She shrugged helplessly. "We can't do anything about it. We'd just get into trouble if we told them to stop."

"Can you just imagine what it would be like if we'd get married?" Draco gagged. "It would be just too weird to imagine. You and me? Hah!"

Cally nodded in agreement, her jade eyes sparkling with laughter. "We're not even in love!"

They both started laughing out loud.

…

His breath stopped when he saw her descend the stairs in on her thirteenth birthday. She looked absolutely beautiful that night. He knew then that he was in love. He confessed her feelings for her that night when they were alone. She admitted that she was in love with him since before but didn't want to admit it because it would be too awkward.

…

They had been going steady until Draco turned fifteen.

When Cally finally turned fifteen, that's when he learned the truth.

He knew that his father was a Deatheater that served Voldemort and he somehow knew that Mr. Hope was also a Deatheater.

One night,

"Draco, its time you started know about my plans are for you. Eventually you'll have to serve the dark side along with my, pledging allegiance to Lord Voldemort." Lucius explained to Draco in his study.

Draco shuddered at the thought. He wanted no part in his father's plan, but he didn't open his mouth, not yet.

"Sooner or later, he'll call for you and want you to serve him. I have been very loyal to him and do not wish to disappoint him. I want you to take my place when I am gone." Lucius continued.

Serve Voldemort? The thought was sickening. "Father, if I may say so, I don't wish to become a Deatheater." He said respectfully.

Lucius stared at his son. "I knew it that you'd say that. I'll give you time to think about it. But I'm telling you, once your become a Deatheater, you will become powerful. Power is what a Malfoy is all about, if not wealth." He placed a hand on Draco's shoulder. "Think about it Draco," he steered Draco out of his study.

Draco strode towards the garden and mulled his thoughts in his head. A Deatheater? He couldn't imagine himself as one. He knew what consequences there was in being a Deatheater. He didn't want to do things they did. Most of all, he didn't want to serve Voldemort.

"May I join you?" Cally's voice broke his train of thoughts.

He grunted and gestured for her to sit in front of him.

"What's wrong?" she asked him as she touched his knee. "Did your father get mad at you or something? You know he's doing it for your own good."

"No, it's not that. Not that at all." He shook his head. "He wants me to become a Deatheater. I don't want to become one. I refuse to serve anyone."

She was silent for a while. "Why don't you want to become a Deatheater?"

"Because it's disgusting…!" he sharply looked at her face. "Are you saying you want to become one?" he gripped her shoulders demanding an answer.

She smiled in a un-Cally like way "Maybe. Main reason is that my Father already promised Lord Voldemort that I'd serve him one day."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Cally wanted to become a Deatheater. "Why? Don't you know what you're getting into?" He was starting to get angry.

"Of course I do, don't be daft!" she smirked. "I could have this and that." Her smirked faded and was replaced by a sad look. "If I don't become one, my father will die." Her face became a mask of determination. "That's why I have to do it. I have no other choice."

He was shaking violently. He hated Voldemort all the more, involving Cally like this. It wasn't right. Then he heard her say something that made his blood run cold.

"Draco, won't you join me?" she took both his hands in hers. "It would be so much better if you were there with me."

Draco looked into her eyes. "What are you saying?"

Her smile wavered when he asked her that question. "What do you mean?"

"What are you playing at?" he took away his hands from hers and frowned.

She mimicked his frown. "Look Draco, I have been patient with you long enough. I want you to become a Deatheater and join me. It won't be that bad with two of us side by side."

He got out of the swing wanting to be away from her. First his father, now the girl he loved. What was going on?

The next night,

The question was pressed again. This time, he had an audience besides his father. Cally and her father were there too. They waited for his answer. Unlike Cally, he wasn't promised to Voldemort. His father only wanted him to join so that he could have an heir following in his path.

That was one path that Draco did not wish to follow.

"No" he said with final edge to his voice. "I will not do it."

His father shook with rage at his answer. Mr. Hope frowned and shook his head. Cally was frowning at his answer. "I doubt that you thought it over!"

"There was nothing to think about!" he retorted. "I don't want to serve anyone. I want to be free. No constraints! No rules!" he glared at all of them. "I hate what you do." Then he turned to Cally. "I doubt that I can reason with you. You're not the Cally I knew."

"You're not the Draco I knew." She returned angrily. "You used to go along with all the crazy and dangerous ideas we planned. Why not this?"

"Are you crazy? This is life we're playing at! We might die!" Draco fought to keep from shouting at her. "If you want to become like them, fine. Just don't get me involved. I wish I could stop you because I love you and don't want to lose you, but I understand you don't want to get your father killed."

Her faced and voice softened at this. "I love you with all my heart, I don't want to be away from you as much as you don't want to be away from me…but I have no choice." She hugged her father tightly.

She then came to him and gave him a hug. "I don't want to lose you." She whispered into his ear.

"I don't want to lose you." He echoed her sentiments.

A passionate kiss came next. When they pulled apart he saw his father staring at him.

"Father, I---please give me time to think. I'll give you my answer in an hour." Draco rushed out of the study and into his room. He got his trusty broom and flew out of his window. He wasn't running away. He needed time to think.

He didn't want to lose her. She was his everything. But then, was becoming a Deatheater worth it? He knew what kind of work the Deatheaters did and he didn't like it one bit. He loved her, but would he want to live that life for the rest of his years?

The wind rushed at him, cooling his senses as he flew. He did a series of loops and dives. Did he really want to do it? He plunged down to the earth, falling and falling until he made a decision in his mind. Just before he killed himself, he tilted the handle up and soared towards the sky.

He flew back into his room and composed himself. He made his decision. He was going to tell them. When he went back into his father's study, they were there waiting patiently for him. Cally smiled at him and rushed forward to greet him. She wrapped her arms around him. "I missed you." She whispered into his ear.

Draco untangled himself from her and took a deep breath. "Cally, you do know I love you, more than anything in the world. It's hard to be away from you and it's all the more painful when I know you hate me sometimes for ticking you off. I really love you and that all that matters…even if you don't love me…"

She frowned. "Draco? What is it?"

"I love you with all my heart, but I don't want to be a Deatheater."

Cally stepped away from him. She stared at him with her mouth hanging open. "If you love me then you would join me!"

He chose to remain silent.

"It seems your son refuses to change his mind." Dustin's usually warm voice had turned cold and steely. "Lucius?"

Lucius Malfoy shouted a stream of colorful words that was meant to injure his son's pride.

"I told you Cally, I still love you even if you choose not love me." Draco repeated to her. "It doesn't matter if you hate me, at least I'm going to be living the way I want to live."

Cally's hand shook at her side.

He anticipated her move but didn't move. He had never been slapped, not by his mother and not by her. This was a first and hurt badly. The sting on his face grew as fire grew in her eyes.

"Do it daughter." Dustin placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You leave me no choice Draco," she pulled out her wand and pointed it at him.

Draco stared at her in shock, then at the two men behind her. They had knowing smiles on their faces. Suddenly, it all started to make sense. This was a plan to lure him into joining them. He pulled out his own wand and pointed it at her. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Draco, we figured that if Callysta was part of it you would join…that was Plan A. But since you refused, we're switching to Plan B. This is Plan B" Lucius gestured towards them.
"We know that you wouldn't want to hurt Callysta not in any way possible." Dustin spoke up. "We know you'd rather die than hurt her. If she wins, then you submit to us, if you win, which I highly doubt you will, then we'll let you go."

"So all that we had was a lie?" he demanded. "All that we were and all that we shared was a lie? I've been living a lie?" he screamed bloody murder.

"Draco, no!" she raised her voice so that she could be heard over his screams. "I really loved you. At first father made me play the part of your lover so that it would be easier for you to trust me. But later on, I kept falling for you for real. I couldn't help myself. I can't deny the fact that I was made to lie to you but the love that I felt for you was real."

"How do I know what you're saying is true? You lied to me, you might be lying to me again." Draco said scornfully. "A love that wasn't even there…how pathetic am I?" he shook his head. "I was wrong about you Callysta, I know I should hate you but I don't have the heart too. You see, the heart that you played with still bleeds for you."

"I never meant to play with your heart!" she shouted angrily. "I never did!"

"Enough of this idle chit-chat!" Dustin told his daughter. "Get on with it."

"I'm sorry Draco, but I really have no choice." She had her wand at the ready as she composed herself.

"I'm sorry for everything." Draco readied his wand too.

"I know you can't hurt me Draco," she smiled cruelly at him, turning her wand in a clockwise motion. "You'd never hurt me."

Draco eyed her carefully as he backed out of the study and into the garden. She followed close behind.

The wind picked up outside, sensing that a battle was about to ensue. Before Draco had a chance to react to her sudden movement she shouted something incoherent to him and a blinding light hit his eyes. He felt his eyes burning at the spell. "My eyes, what have you done to them?"

"Oh nothing, I know that you hate other people from knowing what your feeling. So I put a little spell on your eyes that would let people know. They change a different shade of blue each time your emotions change. After all you know what they say 'Eyes are the window to a person's soul'" she laughed at her little doing. "There's no way you can reverse it. It's for life."

Draco struggled to open one eye and swore as the pain intensified. He knew he was going to have to win this fight between them. They were both very good at battling. They often sparred with each other, but he knew he was the better fighter and always beat her.

"I guess I'm the fighter now." She smirked at his pain.

No you're not, he thought as he gripped his wand tightly. He knew how to win this battle without harming her; he just had to distract her for a while before he made his move. He purposely aimed his wand at her; he knew that she thought he couldn't see where he was aiming because of the pain in his eyes. What she didn't know was he didn't know he needed his eyes to know where she was. "Furnunculus!" he shouted. He heard her scream angrily as the change on her body. The spell he had cast made the victim break out in boils. She was too involved with scratching herself and panicking that Draco had has chance to say his spell.

"Expelliarmus!" Cally's wand came flying out her grasp and near him. Before she had a chance to react he cried out another spell. "Accio wand!" and the wand flew to his hand. "I guess I'm still the better fighter" he mocked her.

He heard her screams of fury and heard her trampling feet coming close to him. Before she could lay a hand on him, he said another spell; he muttered a binding spell and ropes came out of his wand to coil around her body, holding her into place. He heard her body fall. By then, the pain in his eyes had died down to an aching thud. He forced his eyes open and winced as his eyes stung a little.

He saw his father and Cally's father rush forward to the scene. He backed away still holding Cally's wand in case anything happened.

"What happened?" Dustin demanded his daughter as he struggled with the ropes to get her free. "What am I doing?" he got his wand out and pointed it at the annoying binds "Finite Incantatum" Immediately the binds dissolved and Dustin helped his daughter get up.

Cally glared at him furiously before she demanded her wand back. "Alright, you won. Happy?" she held out her hand for the return of her wand. "I promise, no tricks."

Draco gave her wand back and turned to his father. "A deal is a deal. I won…without hurting her." Then he looked at the boils on Cally's face. "Wait for a week an everything will be over."

She whirled around and stomped back into the house without saying so much as a word or looking at him. Dustin followed his daughter inside. He could hear the roar of the fire as they left the manor. He knew that it was over between them. He knew that there would be no one to replace her.

When he looked at his father, he saw stony anger. "I'm disappointed in you, Draco"

…

The next two years was a sea of bitterness.

The war broke out between Voldemort and the entire Wizarding world. He kept with his mother, providing for her. When the war started, his father spent most of the money for the Deatheaters. Pretty soon, they had very little money to survive. Draco had to find some way to earn money or else he and his mother would not make it. For some time he had to work in Knockturn Alley as an errand boy. He didn't mind because it involved a lot of flying. He was paid a lot for lengthy and dangerous trips.

When the war was finished, he didn't hear from his father ever again.

Ever since the war started he had stopped referring to Lucius Malfoy as 'father'. He didn't know him anymore and didn't wish to be a part of his life anymore. His mother was constantly the source of his frustration and vented it on her. It made Draco mad to see his mother suffering so, but he couldn't stop him. He knew that the Lucius had the better advantage than him. He was the one who taught Draco in the first place.

He didn't know if Callysta survived or not. He never knew until now.

Eventually, he forgot about her, but not quite. Sometimes he would remember her, bits and pieces of her ever since they met.

When he realized that all of it was a lie, a dark void grew inside of him. An emptiness that claimed his soul. He believed that Callysta merely saw him as a plaything, but somehow a part of him still loved her, still clung on to her even though he knew that she caused him great pain. Ever since then, he had to find a way to fill that void in his soul.

He started preying on girls in Hogwarts. Playing with their hearts as Callysta played with his. Pretty soon he had a reputation in school for constantly breaking all the girl's hearts. Later one when he had graduated, his need to fill in the void grew. His number of prey increased dramatically. When he was twenty-two, that's when he took it to the next level: sex. He remembered the first time he ever did it. He felt powerful and unstoppable. He realized that he was turning into a monster, but he couldn't stop himself.

His mother was scared of him. He controlled himself for her sake and tried to lessen his intake as much as possible. She understood what he was doing and didn't protest because she knew he still possessed the kindness he only showed her. She didn't stop him because she knew that he had to fill that void until it was full and long gone.

* * *

Draco sat up in bed gasping for breath, cold sweat dripping down his face. His dream, his memories. They were all coming back to him.

Callysta Veridienne Hope…why do you mock me so? Even in my dreams you continue to haunt me. Would you ever leave me alone?

Draco untangled himself from his sheets and made his way towards his dresser. He stared at himself. He felt emotions tugging at his chest. He watched his eyes change hue after hue after hue. He shook his head and stared at himself again. Silver melded into his natural gray-blue color.

Silver. He knew what it went. It was the farthest hue from blue that it ever changed into. Silver meant the highest form of negative emotion he had.

Why were all his emotions resurfacing now? What did it mean? He never had a dream wherein all his memories of Callysta where complete. It was always fragments of memories.

Did the involvement of Ginny in his life mean anything? He knew that his old self was trying to resurface, trying to beat his compulsive need to fill his empty soul. His old self wanted him to love again, to trust again. He felt his old self say that he could take a chance with this woman. Somehow his old self seemed to trust her.

But he couldn't risk it. He didn't want to be hurt. He wasn't scared of being hurt until now, not until Callysta returned to his dreams. This time he was truly scared, just like Ginny way. Both of their hearts have been lied to and it was hard for them to trust again.

But this was the opportunity that they were looking for.

Risking it was too hard to do…he didn't want to give it up.

Callysta…you never give up do you? You continue to follow me even in your grave. Will I ever be rid of you? Will I ever be free of this constraint you have over me? This emptiness you caused in me was your doing.

His eyes turned into a blazing light blue color that was the core of a flame. He opened his drawer roughly and pulled out his wand, gripping it tightly that his knuckles turned white.

What is it that you want from me? Do you want me to follow you? Follow you in hell? To be with you? What is your purpose for torturing me so?

"Orcideous," a single black rose sprouted from the wand. Draco gripped the thorny flower in his hand until the thorns bit into his skin causing blood to trickle out and down his arm. He ripped off the stem and strode forward to his window. He held the crown of petals of his rose gently. The wind came to him. Draco crushed the flower, the petals tainted with his blood. He allowed the wind to take the petals from his hand, carrying it into the sky where it danced eerily before the wind took its prize away.

Draco turned away from the petals and looked at his bleeding hand. A single petal remained. "Incendio". The single petal burst aflame and left its outline on his hand.