Draco did not say a word as he heard her shriek---he merely observed her,
as if she was a fasinating object, and he only wanted to finger her, study
her with his own skin and see what was inside, something dull and
colorless, or something pink that would splurge out, smelling of the sweet
fragrance of bubble gum. The crashing sound, the thump thump thump as she
begged her fingers to let out, and when her fingers escaped from the sharp
edge of the window, was to be heard all over the garden, and as she finally
retrieved her hand, the window shut closed, and she dare not try to open it
again.
Embarrassment was a musky, drowning territory that flushed her, gave her nothingless but what was happening, but not feeling that it was happening at all. She gazed over to the balcony that Draco had finally dropped his cigar and stomped on in, and he smiled at her, faintly. "You are not supposed to go out in the balcony," he said, his smile everything but sweet. It was not devious---it was the smile of a sinner, a sinner who had just killed to his own wishes. "There are things, little Weasel, that live in the garden, that would not be happy to see you."
She was like a child as she backed away, clutching her shawl in a tremor, a tremble. "Like what?" she thought of evil gnomes attacking her by her bedroom window at night.
He laughed. "I dare not say their names, for what is in the Malfoy Manor stays in the Malfoy Manor," he said. He need not call, shout or scream as he said this. He only needed to say it, and even when his voice was soft and barely audible, it could be heard, needed and understood, though not evenly.
"I---I am getting out of here!" she threatened angrily.
"Promise?" he asked, his features emotionless as he spoke.
She grit her teeth. "You know without me, you're in trouble." She did not know why she had to say it, it was the need to anger him, to shake him emotionally and see if he was human, or if he was even close.
His lips fell into a distant frown. "You know," he said, his voice tight, "Without me, you're in trouble as well. It's a win-win situtation. Don't ruin it."
She felt her hand bleed, blood sticky against her fingers as she willed to wipe the blood on her shawl with as much as strength as she could seize not to wince or scream as she did---girls, ladies, did not wince or shout, princesses did not either. Ladies took the pain, recieved it like a duty and felt it for as long as they could. She wiped it, and it matched, almost faded in with the color. "Don't worry," she said. "I won't."
Draco did not say anything else as he climbed into his window, gracefully at that, and it shut almost thunderishly behind him.
Now, she thought, shivering. How to get off this damn balcony?
She ever so did wish there were no evil gnomes about below her as she approached her window.
Embarrassment was a musky, drowning territory that flushed her, gave her nothingless but what was happening, but not feeling that it was happening at all. She gazed over to the balcony that Draco had finally dropped his cigar and stomped on in, and he smiled at her, faintly. "You are not supposed to go out in the balcony," he said, his smile everything but sweet. It was not devious---it was the smile of a sinner, a sinner who had just killed to his own wishes. "There are things, little Weasel, that live in the garden, that would not be happy to see you."
She was like a child as she backed away, clutching her shawl in a tremor, a tremble. "Like what?" she thought of evil gnomes attacking her by her bedroom window at night.
He laughed. "I dare not say their names, for what is in the Malfoy Manor stays in the Malfoy Manor," he said. He need not call, shout or scream as he said this. He only needed to say it, and even when his voice was soft and barely audible, it could be heard, needed and understood, though not evenly.
"I---I am getting out of here!" she threatened angrily.
"Promise?" he asked, his features emotionless as he spoke.
She grit her teeth. "You know without me, you're in trouble." She did not know why she had to say it, it was the need to anger him, to shake him emotionally and see if he was human, or if he was even close.
His lips fell into a distant frown. "You know," he said, his voice tight, "Without me, you're in trouble as well. It's a win-win situtation. Don't ruin it."
She felt her hand bleed, blood sticky against her fingers as she willed to wipe the blood on her shawl with as much as strength as she could seize not to wince or scream as she did---girls, ladies, did not wince or shout, princesses did not either. Ladies took the pain, recieved it like a duty and felt it for as long as they could. She wiped it, and it matched, almost faded in with the color. "Don't worry," she said. "I won't."
Draco did not say anything else as he climbed into his window, gracefully at that, and it shut almost thunderishly behind him.
Now, she thought, shivering. How to get off this damn balcony?
She ever so did wish there were no evil gnomes about below her as she approached her window.
