Blood On the Wall
Chapter 2
Warning Signs
When they arrived home and before Draco was allowed out of the car, Mr. Malfoy whispered to him, "There's a surprise waiting for you inside."
Draco, really not knowing what to expect, walked inside and dropped his luggage for Greenlie to come and get. When he looked up, there on the spiral staircase in their foyer was a woman.
"Hello," she hissed, "You must be dear, Draco."
"Yea, and who the bloody hell are you?"
"O don't tell me your father didn't tell you. Oh, that hurts," she slinked down the stairs like a snake, her long blood red hair swaying on her back, and long black dress brushing the floor.
"That's what I'm telling you," he looked into her dark eyes that seemed to kill, "Now, who are you?"
"Oh, right. My name's Kaverdine (Cave-er-dean)," she said as she extended her long fingered hand, which he didn't accept. He looked at her awkwardly and walked up the stairs, completely ignoring the sweet gesture.
"I wouldn't go in your bedroom," she called after him, hooking her eyebrow.
Draco mumbled a 'whatever' and proceeded to his room. He opened the door and a rush of memories passed him. He remembered when he was back in the world when choices were right and his room was bright and welcoming. Now, it was dark as it used to be, and very vast for nothing was covering the floors now, except his bed and dresser. He ran to his bed and was going to cry when he realized that Hermione wasn't there, that he was still in this place that he hated so.
He had plopped on his bed, but was quickly reject as something started to rise under him. He screamed loudly as, under his covers, some form of something started to emerge.
"What the hell are you doing disturbing someone in their sleep?" came a voice as the sheets were being torn away only to reveal a mesmerizing girl.
"Well what are you doing 'sleeping' in MY bed?" he barked back. She pushed him off and sat up swiftly with cherry red hair falling out of its ponytail.
"I'm Symor'e (Sim-oar-ay), you must be Draco I'm guessing."
"You guess right, and this is my room!"
"Yes, I was told, but I liked it more than the other ones, so I said I'd sleep in this one," she brushed her hair away and revealed long black painted nails that looked like talons. Her eyes were a deep sea green and quite intrepid.
"What are you both doing here?"
"I'm guessing by 'you both' you mean me and my mother? Well, your father........."
"He's not my father," Draco said swiftly without even thinking. He didn't even know himself, that he felt that way, it just popped out.
"Yes, well whatever Mr. Lucious is," she said awkwardly, "He likes my mother and has invited us to live with you."
"WHAT!?" he bellowed, "My mother just died and he......... he already wants a......... no. Then that would mean that they knew each other before and......... no."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"FOR GAWD SAKES! Yes! They were having an affair!"
Draco took deep breaths and sat down aside the dangerous looking girl, who he had just realized was wearing Muggles looking clothes, "Whoa," he sighed.
"Sorry, I tend to loose my temper easily," she looked down without any facial expression. She seemed very morbid, like a gothic child just waiting to tear him to shreds. She was intimidating in a way that Draco didn't understand.
"They were......... they were........."
"Uh, yes, I can understand that it's probably quite a shock, but......... well actually I don't know. My mother's always been a........."
"Master Draco, I have a snack served," Greenlie had come in and appointed to him. He obliged and went down the stairs feeling as if something to eat might calm his nerves.
"How do you like Kaverdine," Mr. Malfoy whispered to his son when he was coming downstairs. Draco just looked at him with a disgust, he always knew his father was a perverted asshole with no emotions or feelings, but this? This was below the belt, literally.
He walked passed his father without a word and followed Greenlie into the kitchen.
"Oh great," he sighed when he had seen that, not only was he going to be eating a snack, but this 'Miss Kaverdine' was also.
"Well, how was your year at that school."
"That school's name is Hogwarts," he informed her as he took his seat next to his bowl of ice cream with Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans sprinkled on top.
"Met any girls?"
He looked at her in a your-not-my-mother-don't-pry expression and took a huge bite of his food.
"Well, would you like to know how your father and I met?" she seemed like this was hardest thing. Trying to be nice and all. It seemed as if this was the first time she'd ever tried it, it looked hard. Draco had rolled his eyes and she continued, "Well, we met at work in the Ministry. I'm........."
"Oh, I didn't know they let whores in a business office," he said as he rose with ice cream in hand and walked off.
Miss Kaverdine's lips pursed as she watched the disrespectful 16 year old walked out on her.
*
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Draco went into his room mumbling.
"If you're trying to make conversation the thing you should ask is, 'So, where did you go to school?' You know, get to know your new roomies."
"By 'roomies' you mean........."
"You can stay in your room, but I'm sleeping in here also."
"I can just sleep in another room."
"O, don't speak nonsense. I mean, I am going to stay in here, but I would feel dreadful if I completely kicked you out."
"Right, okay. Well, where did you go to school?" he asked uncomfortably, he figured she was trying to come on to him, but didn't want to jump to conclusions.
"Sarah Jessica: School for the Damned, it's a very interesting school."
"School for the Damned?"
"That's what I said. They say it's called that because we're 'different'......... which I am. I'm not a witch."
"Well, what are you? ......... That you go to a damned school."
She laughed evilly and scoffed, "Wouldn't you like to know."
This girl's mystery and anonymity was intriguing to Draco, but he didn't really like her much. He was......... scared of her so to speak. She slowly stalked out of his room with the chains hanging from the belt loops of her black baggy pants clanking as she went.
It was only when she left that he found his voice, "Why else would I ask?"
The colorless night fled over the Malfoy Manor leaving everyone in silence. Miss Kaverdine had slipped into Mr. Malfoy's bedroom and Draco went into a mood even more uncomfortable and angry. Due to his rising heat he walked outside to sit on his old swing. The only things that comforted him and made him feel safe was that swing set, placed so far away from his house. It's where he came to drown out the catcalls of his mother's voice. He could still hear her,
"STOP! STOP LUCIOUS!"
But the voices fell from his mind when the clouds unveiled the moon. The 'person' that he talked to for love of it.
"You must be lonely up there," he whispered, "I'm lonely too. We're the same I should say. Both just there......... not being recognized for the greatness that we could be, for what we are already. Yes, you must be lonely and unappreciated."
"No one has to be lonely," droned a female voice that crept out of the woods behind him. It was Symor'e; she was decked out in all black, which seemed to be the fame color for that family. Her silky nightdress was almost see-through as she walked towards Draco's side.
"We don't have to be, but eventually we all are," he finally replied. Symor'e took a seat next to him and looked at the moon with wide eyes. Her gaze glowed like fire, and her skin looked like a white sleek exterior.
"What happened to your mother, that you were surprised when you realized......... you know, that your father and my mother........."
Draco closed his eyes and pictured his beautiful mother standing before him with arms wide open, but the image suddenly disintegrated as he remembered the look of her when his father was finished with her. He had already told one person, out of pure stupidity (or so now he thought it was stupid to have told Harry), how could he possibly bring himself to confess to another? He looked at her passionate green eyes that seemed so deep and vague. As if nothing could penetrate that hard shell.
*Here she is, wanting me to tell her my heart, when 1) I know nothing about her, 2) she, herself, hides everything, and 3) a combination of 1 and 2*
"Well," she said, getting impatient.
"I don't feel like talking about her."
"Oh, you ARE a softy."
"No, I'm not! ......... It's just, I love my mother. She was the only one that I loved......... I don't think anyone could take her place. But for some reason ......... I developed feelings for another girl, maybe deeper."
"I know, you can't resist me," Symor'e said as she whipped her Nichole Kidman red hair across her shoulder.
"Don't flatter yourself so much......... it's not you," he smiled wickedly.
Symor'e's jaw dropped as if wanting to say 'I can't believe you just said that'.
"Well, bad boy, who's the girl?" she whispered getting over the rejection.
Draco opened his mouth to say her name, but suddenly closed it, not knowing how she felt about Muggles. Just then the light of the moon trailed over Symor'e's body and Draco saw a side of her he didn't want to see so soon.
"Uh......... I think I should to go bed," he said rising and racing towards his bedroom.
"You can't run for long," she whispered as a SNAP was sounded through out the yard. And there, where Symor'e was sitting, the swing set seemed to be pushed by the breeze, for......... no one was there.
A/N: HAHA! Let's see what becomes of this!
Chapter 2
Warning Signs
When they arrived home and before Draco was allowed out of the car, Mr. Malfoy whispered to him, "There's a surprise waiting for you inside."
Draco, really not knowing what to expect, walked inside and dropped his luggage for Greenlie to come and get. When he looked up, there on the spiral staircase in their foyer was a woman.
"Hello," she hissed, "You must be dear, Draco."
"Yea, and who the bloody hell are you?"
"O don't tell me your father didn't tell you. Oh, that hurts," she slinked down the stairs like a snake, her long blood red hair swaying on her back, and long black dress brushing the floor.
"That's what I'm telling you," he looked into her dark eyes that seemed to kill, "Now, who are you?"
"Oh, right. My name's Kaverdine (Cave-er-dean)," she said as she extended her long fingered hand, which he didn't accept. He looked at her awkwardly and walked up the stairs, completely ignoring the sweet gesture.
"I wouldn't go in your bedroom," she called after him, hooking her eyebrow.
Draco mumbled a 'whatever' and proceeded to his room. He opened the door and a rush of memories passed him. He remembered when he was back in the world when choices were right and his room was bright and welcoming. Now, it was dark as it used to be, and very vast for nothing was covering the floors now, except his bed and dresser. He ran to his bed and was going to cry when he realized that Hermione wasn't there, that he was still in this place that he hated so.
He had plopped on his bed, but was quickly reject as something started to rise under him. He screamed loudly as, under his covers, some form of something started to emerge.
"What the hell are you doing disturbing someone in their sleep?" came a voice as the sheets were being torn away only to reveal a mesmerizing girl.
"Well what are you doing 'sleeping' in MY bed?" he barked back. She pushed him off and sat up swiftly with cherry red hair falling out of its ponytail.
"I'm Symor'e (Sim-oar-ay), you must be Draco I'm guessing."
"You guess right, and this is my room!"
"Yes, I was told, but I liked it more than the other ones, so I said I'd sleep in this one," she brushed her hair away and revealed long black painted nails that looked like talons. Her eyes were a deep sea green and quite intrepid.
"What are you both doing here?"
"I'm guessing by 'you both' you mean me and my mother? Well, your father........."
"He's not my father," Draco said swiftly without even thinking. He didn't even know himself, that he felt that way, it just popped out.
"Yes, well whatever Mr. Lucious is," she said awkwardly, "He likes my mother and has invited us to live with you."
"WHAT!?" he bellowed, "My mother just died and he......... he already wants a......... no. Then that would mean that they knew each other before and......... no."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"NO!"
"FOR GAWD SAKES! Yes! They were having an affair!"
Draco took deep breaths and sat down aside the dangerous looking girl, who he had just realized was wearing Muggles looking clothes, "Whoa," he sighed.
"Sorry, I tend to loose my temper easily," she looked down without any facial expression. She seemed very morbid, like a gothic child just waiting to tear him to shreds. She was intimidating in a way that Draco didn't understand.
"They were......... they were........."
"Uh, yes, I can understand that it's probably quite a shock, but......... well actually I don't know. My mother's always been a........."
"Master Draco, I have a snack served," Greenlie had come in and appointed to him. He obliged and went down the stairs feeling as if something to eat might calm his nerves.
"How do you like Kaverdine," Mr. Malfoy whispered to his son when he was coming downstairs. Draco just looked at him with a disgust, he always knew his father was a perverted asshole with no emotions or feelings, but this? This was below the belt, literally.
He walked passed his father without a word and followed Greenlie into the kitchen.
"Oh great," he sighed when he had seen that, not only was he going to be eating a snack, but this 'Miss Kaverdine' was also.
"Well, how was your year at that school."
"That school's name is Hogwarts," he informed her as he took his seat next to his bowl of ice cream with Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans sprinkled on top.
"Met any girls?"
He looked at her in a your-not-my-mother-don't-pry expression and took a huge bite of his food.
"Well, would you like to know how your father and I met?" she seemed like this was hardest thing. Trying to be nice and all. It seemed as if this was the first time she'd ever tried it, it looked hard. Draco had rolled his eyes and she continued, "Well, we met at work in the Ministry. I'm........."
"Oh, I didn't know they let whores in a business office," he said as he rose with ice cream in hand and walked off.
Miss Kaverdine's lips pursed as she watched the disrespectful 16 year old walked out on her.
*
"Where am I supposed to sleep?" Draco went into his room mumbling.
"If you're trying to make conversation the thing you should ask is, 'So, where did you go to school?' You know, get to know your new roomies."
"By 'roomies' you mean........."
"You can stay in your room, but I'm sleeping in here also."
"I can just sleep in another room."
"O, don't speak nonsense. I mean, I am going to stay in here, but I would feel dreadful if I completely kicked you out."
"Right, okay. Well, where did you go to school?" he asked uncomfortably, he figured she was trying to come on to him, but didn't want to jump to conclusions.
"Sarah Jessica: School for the Damned, it's a very interesting school."
"School for the Damned?"
"That's what I said. They say it's called that because we're 'different'......... which I am. I'm not a witch."
"Well, what are you? ......... That you go to a damned school."
She laughed evilly and scoffed, "Wouldn't you like to know."
This girl's mystery and anonymity was intriguing to Draco, but he didn't really like her much. He was......... scared of her so to speak. She slowly stalked out of his room with the chains hanging from the belt loops of her black baggy pants clanking as she went.
It was only when she left that he found his voice, "Why else would I ask?"
The colorless night fled over the Malfoy Manor leaving everyone in silence. Miss Kaverdine had slipped into Mr. Malfoy's bedroom and Draco went into a mood even more uncomfortable and angry. Due to his rising heat he walked outside to sit on his old swing. The only things that comforted him and made him feel safe was that swing set, placed so far away from his house. It's where he came to drown out the catcalls of his mother's voice. He could still hear her,
"STOP! STOP LUCIOUS!"
But the voices fell from his mind when the clouds unveiled the moon. The 'person' that he talked to for love of it.
"You must be lonely up there," he whispered, "I'm lonely too. We're the same I should say. Both just there......... not being recognized for the greatness that we could be, for what we are already. Yes, you must be lonely and unappreciated."
"No one has to be lonely," droned a female voice that crept out of the woods behind him. It was Symor'e; she was decked out in all black, which seemed to be the fame color for that family. Her silky nightdress was almost see-through as she walked towards Draco's side.
"We don't have to be, but eventually we all are," he finally replied. Symor'e took a seat next to him and looked at the moon with wide eyes. Her gaze glowed like fire, and her skin looked like a white sleek exterior.
"What happened to your mother, that you were surprised when you realized......... you know, that your father and my mother........."
Draco closed his eyes and pictured his beautiful mother standing before him with arms wide open, but the image suddenly disintegrated as he remembered the look of her when his father was finished with her. He had already told one person, out of pure stupidity (or so now he thought it was stupid to have told Harry), how could he possibly bring himself to confess to another? He looked at her passionate green eyes that seemed so deep and vague. As if nothing could penetrate that hard shell.
*Here she is, wanting me to tell her my heart, when 1) I know nothing about her, 2) she, herself, hides everything, and 3) a combination of 1 and 2*
"Well," she said, getting impatient.
"I don't feel like talking about her."
"Oh, you ARE a softy."
"No, I'm not! ......... It's just, I love my mother. She was the only one that I loved......... I don't think anyone could take her place. But for some reason ......... I developed feelings for another girl, maybe deeper."
"I know, you can't resist me," Symor'e said as she whipped her Nichole Kidman red hair across her shoulder.
"Don't flatter yourself so much......... it's not you," he smiled wickedly.
Symor'e's jaw dropped as if wanting to say 'I can't believe you just said that'.
"Well, bad boy, who's the girl?" she whispered getting over the rejection.
Draco opened his mouth to say her name, but suddenly closed it, not knowing how she felt about Muggles. Just then the light of the moon trailed over Symor'e's body and Draco saw a side of her he didn't want to see so soon.
"Uh......... I think I should to go bed," he said rising and racing towards his bedroom.
"You can't run for long," she whispered as a SNAP was sounded through out the yard. And there, where Symor'e was sitting, the swing set seemed to be pushed by the breeze, for......... no one was there.
A/N: HAHA! Let's see what becomes of this!