Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot…if there even is one, but one of these days I will give Mrs. Rowling a call and beg to the gods to own Draco Malfoy. Yummeh
The Sweetest Sin
Draco woke up when it was already dark, and not fully raining with thunder and lightening, he loved thunder storms; he stretched and got out of his bed. He opened his drapes and stood by the window and watched every lightening bolt. He turned around when he heard a light knock on the door, his mother came in, he smiled, she never did like thunder storms, and his father could give two shits and a fuck.
"Are you ok Draco?" his mother asked trying to pretend she wasn't scared at all, he walked over to her and hugged her, "Come on Mom, when are you going to grow up," he said with a light chuckle, "I'll never grow out of fright," she said then looked at her son, he was taller then her and looked identical to his bastard father, but was in a way no where near him. Draco was looking at her too, she used to be beautiful, but after all the years of abuse and neglect she had lost most of her elegance and grace that she once had.
The storm ended and he walked his mother back to her very un-lively room and kissed her goodnight, he was walking back to his room when he heard a noise from inside his fathers room, the door was cracked open and little so he peered in, what he saw was not what he expected.
There was a girl that looked strangely familiar underneath his father, he was pumping into her, and she moved her face and Draco almost yelped. It was Pansy. He turned around and dashed back to his room, he knew he had been having affairs almost everyday, but not with girls as young as him, especially a girl that he had dated, it felt like incest. He put his hand on his forehead, he felt sick and very hot and clammy. He sat on his bed and put his head in between his knees, this was sick.
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Hermione woke up around noon time and took a quick shower and threw her hair up, she dashed down the stairs to meet her mother at the table holding floo powder wearing a cloak to not look so promiscuous. "Your late," her mother said with a smile as she looked at her disarray daughter, Hermione put the frizzles behind her ears and let out a breath with a smile.
"Sorry, I sort of forgot to set my alarm, but no worries let's go," She said and put on her cloak, took a handful of powder and vanished into the chimney. Landing in Flourish and Blott's with her mother right next to her, "Ok, all I need is some parchment and quills, oh yeah and the Arithmancy book for this year," Hermione said looking around the bookcases for the book, her mother strolled around behind her and read the spines.
Hermione took out the book she needed, then grabbed a couple quills and a box of parchment, she went up to the clerk and purchased them then turned around, "Ok, mom I'm done," she said looking around for her, she walked a little and found her reading Standard Book of Spells Volume One, Hermione smiled, glad that her mother was intrigued about magic, she was glancing around when she saw Draco walk into the door with his father.
"Mom, we should go, I forgot, I um left my crimper on this morning come on," Hermione grabbed her mothers arm and threw the rest of the floo powder into the fireplace and disappeared landing back home.
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Draco looked around the little book shop, completely trying to avoid his father's eyes, he mumble an 'I'll be over there' and got away from him. He picked up a peacock quill and twirled it in his fingers and decided this would be good for writing long essays, then picked up a leather bound journal, he needed a new one, and his other was almost full.
Yes, that is right, Draco Xavier Malfoy writes in a journal, but who doesn't when they live a life like him? He found his father in the Dark Arts section, and they purchased the items and left again to the Malfoy Manor.
When they got back, Draco thanked his father and left for his room, laid on his bed and wrote about the meeting this morning, that's mostly all he wrote about, he started the journal when he got initiated as a Death Eater.
He put his quill down when he heard yelling down the hall, he got up and went to his door and cracked it open a little bit, it was his mother and father, they were arguing about him, his mother yelling about how he was too young to be a Death Eater and his father saying the opposite, it was the same thing, it never changed, but tonight, it did.
"Avada Kedavra!" Draco watched in horror as his mother fell lifeless to the floor, he choked and shut the door and slid to the floor, he couldn't cry his tears were stuck in his eyes, they wouldn't fall, but he so desperately wanted them too, he had never cried in his life, he never wanted to, but now he did. He heard voices outside his door and footsteps, he opened his door a crack again, a handful of house elves were looking at Narcissa with hands on their mouths and shaking their little heads.
His father was nowhere to be found, Draco stood up and walked out his room to his mother's side, her eyes were open and clouded over and her mouth was parted a little, it was then that he started to cry, looking into his mother's face that would never look into his again, would never be there to comfort him and to answer his questions, he choked a sob and held his mother's hand as the elves levitated her and then he said goodbye and kissed her forehead as they disaperated her to the family tomb, no one would ever know she was murdered, they would just think she had died by some freak accident, no one would ever know the truth, except himself.
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Hermione was laying on her stomach on her bed writing in her diary, it was more like a short story journal, but anywho, she loved romance novels, and writing them with her own characters and her own plot, made it even better, last year she had writing one for Ginny and instantly Ginny wanted another one, Hermione had already finished writing it, but was going to wait for her birthday, which was the second day of school to give it to her, it was wrapped in leather with strings as the binding, she had taking calligraphy over the summer and re-wrote it to look pretty.
Now she was writing about a princess that was abused by her picked out husband and she ran away but was caught, so she was suffering, she read over her paragraph and cringed, she crossed it out and started it over again, Crookshanks jumped up and rubbed his head on her shoulder and mewed, "Hello baby," she cooed and looked at the clock, it was almost 10:00 pm, and she had to catch the train to Hogwarts tomorrow morning, she all of a sudden got a butterfly feeling in her stomach, she loved the day before she went back, it was always so exciting, but the feeling faded as she remembered it was her last year and frowned.
She was going to miss it terribly, and she had careers to think about, she had already gotten an offer to be an Auror by Mad Eye Moody after what happened at the Ministry of Magic in 5th year, she still had pains in her chest from the spell she was hit with, whenever something about Voldemort came up, it hurt, a fast piercing lightening bolt through her upper body that she doubled over in pain from, she now knew what Harry felt when his scar hurt, but was sure it happened to him more often now as Voldemort was still at large.
She closed and locked her Diary and crawled under the covers and shut out her lamp, closing her eyes she thought about everything, graduating, N.E.W.T.S, careers, does she want to be an Auror, a Hogwarts professor, or work in the ministry, she wasn't sure, but she hoped she would be able to figure it out before the end of the year.
She drifted off into a fitful sleep full of dreams about 5th year, Voldemort, and had a horrid dream about a blonde haired woman falling to the floor from the death curse and woke up in a cold sweat with a searing pain in her chest.
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YEA ok, 2 ½ pages, hm what will happen next you ask? How the hell am I suppose to know? It all comes to me pretty randomly and this chapter sucked, I tried to get as much emotion into Draco without to much OOC, sorry if he sounded to sappy, I tried lol