Hey guess wut? Get ready for a major plot twist. More Draco angst. Not sure
if the rating's right, it could change, dunno exactly.
Disclaimer- Hey guess what? No, guess... No really... I own nothing. No
Draco, no Lucius, no Harry, nobody. But i DO own this story. There is
hope!!
Love Nothing
I hate him.
That was really all that was going through Draco's mind, like an annoying
little song that latched on to his train of thought and would let go...
I hate him I hate him I hate him...
ike thinking would somehow wreak revenge.
And the Dark Lord had planted a little seed in his mind, a little note that kept growing and growing.
He really can't feel.
Well. I'm his son, maybe I can't either.
At this he picked up the knife and actually sliced if smoothly across the skin of his arm.
Instantly he felt the sharp pain of being cut. Then it kind of numbed, shock maybe. Quickly he picked up an old sock and wrapped it around his arm, tightening it so it would serve as a sort of tourniquet.
Strange, disturbing thoughts creeped through his mind. \
He liked the pain.
I like it, take shelter in it. My haven. I can feel, I'm not numb, I'm not my father. I will never be my father. Never. Never because if I became like his father all the little castles in my mind would collapse and leave me open and unprotected.
And he smiled because he hated things to be simple and this was becoming anything but simple.
He went to school the next day happy because he wasn't closer, he WAS.
People started to notice the difference.
"Good mood, today, Draco?" "Why ya so happy, kill somebody lately?" "Ooh, Prince of Darkness coming into the light?"
No matter how biting their comments were, he just smiled or replied with something sarcastic or just "Yeah, sure, whatever" because it was just as meaningless as everything they were saying.
Until Harry Potter.
Honestly. He just knows how to ruin everything, doesn't he?
"Draco."
He could have just kept walking. He could have avoided those peircing green eyes, pretend he hadn't heard.
He didn't.
"Draco, what happened to your arm?"
Draco glanced down at it. He instantly realized that his robe sleeve had been pushed up, folds of fabric pinned up by the books in his arms.
Traitorous sleeve. He thought, and instantly chuckled to himself, the thought was really juvenile.
"Accident at home. Shove off, will you, Potter? Don't you have some Mudbloods to go linger with?" he replied flippantly.
"Fine. I'm not asking next time."
Next time. There will be a next time, and a time after that...
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Lucius's POV
Quickly he strode down the street, glancing at storefronts from time to time, searching for something...
Suddenly a voice greeted him heartily, "Lucius, how nice to see you again..." "No time, Ptolensky, no time..." "Surely you have time for an old friend..." 'I most assuredly do not, another time, another time..."
He could feel the idiot's eyes suspiciously following him down the road. After a time he glanced back and he was gone.
He suddenly happened upon a tiny little brick building. Tiny, quaint, antiquated, and to the unobservant eye, deserted. But Lucius's eyes were indeed, very observant, he saw the tiny scrap of faded purple cloth over the door, he knew the signs...
He casually walked over and tapped the doorknob, whispering Aviedienta! The door opened, just a crack. When he was sure no one was looking, he walked in.
The ancient floorboards creaked under his feet. Spider webs were laced over everything, and a musty smell permeated the room. He walked over to a seemingly random floorboard and whispered Aviedienta! once again and it creaked open to reveal a secret passageway.
He crawled through a short tunnel until he reached a small room. A number of black-robed figures were sitting around a rectangular wooden table. He sat into a vacant chair and said, "I have some more information you may find useful."
Then he focused his attention on a figure sitting at the head of the table. He leaned forward and said,
"Oh, and Lupin? You may want to strengthen your protection spells around here, they're getting a little rusty."
if the rating's right, it could change, dunno exactly.
Disclaimer- Hey guess what? No, guess... No really... I own nothing. No
Draco, no Lucius, no Harry, nobody. But i DO own this story. There is
hope!!
Love Nothing
I hate him.
That was really all that was going through Draco's mind, like an annoying
little song that latched on to his train of thought and would let go...
I hate him I hate him I hate him...
ike thinking would somehow wreak revenge.
And the Dark Lord had planted a little seed in his mind, a little note that kept growing and growing.
He really can't feel.
Well. I'm his son, maybe I can't either.
At this he picked up the knife and actually sliced if smoothly across the skin of his arm.
Instantly he felt the sharp pain of being cut. Then it kind of numbed, shock maybe. Quickly he picked up an old sock and wrapped it around his arm, tightening it so it would serve as a sort of tourniquet.
Strange, disturbing thoughts creeped through his mind. \
He liked the pain.
I like it, take shelter in it. My haven. I can feel, I'm not numb, I'm not my father. I will never be my father. Never. Never because if I became like his father all the little castles in my mind would collapse and leave me open and unprotected.
And he smiled because he hated things to be simple and this was becoming anything but simple.
He went to school the next day happy because he wasn't closer, he WAS.
People started to notice the difference.
"Good mood, today, Draco?" "Why ya so happy, kill somebody lately?" "Ooh, Prince of Darkness coming into the light?"
No matter how biting their comments were, he just smiled or replied with something sarcastic or just "Yeah, sure, whatever" because it was just as meaningless as everything they were saying.
Until Harry Potter.
Honestly. He just knows how to ruin everything, doesn't he?
"Draco."
He could have just kept walking. He could have avoided those peircing green eyes, pretend he hadn't heard.
He didn't.
"Draco, what happened to your arm?"
Draco glanced down at it. He instantly realized that his robe sleeve had been pushed up, folds of fabric pinned up by the books in his arms.
Traitorous sleeve. He thought, and instantly chuckled to himself, the thought was really juvenile.
"Accident at home. Shove off, will you, Potter? Don't you have some Mudbloods to go linger with?" he replied flippantly.
"Fine. I'm not asking next time."
Next time. There will be a next time, and a time after that...
***************************************************************
Lucius's POV
Quickly he strode down the street, glancing at storefronts from time to time, searching for something...
Suddenly a voice greeted him heartily, "Lucius, how nice to see you again..." "No time, Ptolensky, no time..." "Surely you have time for an old friend..." 'I most assuredly do not, another time, another time..."
He could feel the idiot's eyes suspiciously following him down the road. After a time he glanced back and he was gone.
He suddenly happened upon a tiny little brick building. Tiny, quaint, antiquated, and to the unobservant eye, deserted. But Lucius's eyes were indeed, very observant, he saw the tiny scrap of faded purple cloth over the door, he knew the signs...
He casually walked over and tapped the doorknob, whispering Aviedienta! The door opened, just a crack. When he was sure no one was looking, he walked in.
The ancient floorboards creaked under his feet. Spider webs were laced over everything, and a musty smell permeated the room. He walked over to a seemingly random floorboard and whispered Aviedienta! once again and it creaked open to reveal a secret passageway.
He crawled through a short tunnel until he reached a small room. A number of black-robed figures were sitting around a rectangular wooden table. He sat into a vacant chair and said, "I have some more information you may find useful."
Then he focused his attention on a figure sitting at the head of the table. He leaned forward and said,
"Oh, and Lupin? You may want to strengthen your protection spells around here, they're getting a little rusty."