Blood On The Wall
Chapter 4
Pressure
Draco sat there looking at the morbid girl who had fallen on the floor. He looked at her with awe as he realized her for what she was. Draco then rose as he felt a body move under him.
"Hermione, are you ok?" he questioned as he seen her confused exterior.
"Yea, I'm fine, but how's she?"
*That's so sweet, she thinks of others other than herself* he thought as he moved to Symor'e to check her pulse.
"She's alive," he said reluctantly. Abruptly, Symor'e popped her head up and stared into Draco's eyes.
"You-you-you can't see me like this," she said as she got up and ran away in her broken heels.
Draco watched after her. Everyone in the funeral home had ran out, scared out of their minds of what was taking place. Draco looked at his father take Kaverdine in his arms and race her to the Lamborghini for cover, although, it had stopped when she put her hand back to her side.
Draco was confused and utterly a mess. He had Hermione on his side looking at him awkwardly and his father trying to rescue his new "woman" who had, obviously, caused it. He helped Hermione up,
"You should go."
"But........."
"No, that was nice of you to come, but you should go. I know that you think that you may like me or love me or whatever, but you just can't," he said sternly as he jumped into his car and sped off. Lucious was a wreck, he had no idea what was going on.
"Whatever that THING was we're getting as far away from it as possible," he yelped.
Symor'e was looking out of the window guiltily as his father was ranting.
"Oh, dear," Kaverdine intoned as she brushed his arm, "It was nothing I'm sure. Just a little banshee out for a run."
"Banshee! Just a little banshee! There's no such thing as a 'little' banshee. Banshee's are the scariest beasts on this wizard bearing earth. They kill maliciously and are deadly horrid."
"Yes, you're right, darling," she whispered, rolling her eyes backwards to Symor'e.
Draco kept quiet the whole ride home. He didn't know what to say to Symor'e, much less his father. It looked like what he was saying was hurting her feelings, but he had a thorn, it felt like, in the back of his throat that prevented him to do so.
*
That night, while back at the Malfoy Manor, Draco was in his room pacing the empty floor. He moved to the window as the moon's light called him,
"Mother? I need to talk to you........."
"Don't mind me, I'm just sitting right here as you talk to your dead mother," came a sorry voice in the corner.
"What the bloody hell are you doing right there?"
It was Symor'e's voice that lingered. She was sitting outside of Draco's window on a ledge with her feet holding her up.
"I was out here looking at the moon."
There was a silence for a moment, then Symor'e found it necessary to say, "I'm sorry about today with your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend......... and it's ok. I didn't know you were a.........."
"Well, nobody does. And no one should! It's a secret that I tend to keep, if my mother would just stop using me."
"How does she 'use' you?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't of said that either."
"Listen, we're going to obviously be brother and sister one day, so........."
"Where'd you get a silly idea from that? ......... Oh! You thought my mother had the intention of marrying your father? Sorry to brake it to you honey, but my mother's a slut! She just sleeping with him for a higher position with the Dark Lord."
"What!?"
"Yes, she did it with practically all of his demons, and every time she fucks one she gets a higher position. She's trying to make it be Voldemort's wife," Symor'e laughed at this as she told Draco his evil mother's plan.
Draco looked down at the far away ground that sparkled with its dew sprinkled grass, "I'd still like to know what your mother 'using' you means."
Symor'e took a deep breath as she told him, "Well, see, being born to my mother was hard because usually it's the inheritance from the mother that you become a......... what I am. Well, it never was that you inherited it from the father. In my case, I did. My father was a banshee and that's what I became, well, luckily for my mother, because she didn't give me the power, I'm now linked to her," she rolled her eyes, "She now has power over me and can decide when I use my ......... 'killer scream'."
Draco breathed heavily as he looked at her. Her night robe wasn't as see through, as it was that night, happily. He looked at her crimson hair blow in the wind, and the bright moon light pour over her like an ocean. Her eyes were naturally wide, as if sucking in life as much she could.
"What?" she giggled as she realized him staring at her.
"Nothing," he lied, "It's just weird talking to a girl outside of my window."
Symor'e laughed a little more and then suggested, "Well, why don't I go in there?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well, why not? Are you scared of me?"
"No, I'm just scared of what would happen."
"I'm not like my mother. I won't sleep with you just because you're there. I'll only have sex with someone I fall in love with," she smiled.
Draco shook his head, 'yes' and let her in.
"See?" she said as she hopped in, "We're not doing anything."
"Yet.........."
"What are you saying? You had the intention of doing something with me? I thought you loved that Hermione girl."
"I don't 'love her......... and I don't like her either."
"Sure, you don't," she teased.
Draco rolled his eyes as he laid his head down to sleep. After a while, he felt something in his bed with him. He rolled over consecutively and found it to be Symor'e already asleep at his side.
*
The next day he woke up, but she was already gone.
*I don't like her! And I don't like Hermione!* he fussed himself.
"Draco!" he heard calling him from downstairs. he flew down the spiral staircase in a flash, already dressed and hair combed, "Ah, son," breathed his father, "We shall talk of your acceptance speech and everything."
"My what?"
"Oh, don't do this again! You're mother isn't here! You don't have to pretend you're not going to join ranks."
"You mean with the Dark Lord? I am not joking when I say no!" Lucious' eyes flashed with anger, as so did Draco's, "Father, you can't make me follow in your footsteps! I'm not like you!"
Just then Kaverdine walked in, "Oh, my, what on earth is all this ruckus about?"
"My son is scared to join Our Lord."
"Oh, why, dear, why would you be?"
"I'm not scared! I just know what I want."
"You know, Symor'e felt the same way, but after a lot of forewarning she was very content with her choice."
"What?! She's with him too?"
"She's decided to join with you, dear," she said coaxingly.
"Stop calling me 'dear'!"
"Sorry, dear, but I mean come on you must join him! You'll have so much fun doing his quests."
"Fun? Fun! That's what you call it? I promised my mother that I would never join him! What makes you think I'm changing my mind now?"
"Because your mother is dead!" Mr. Malfoy stormed.
"Only because you killed her!" these words fell from Draco's lips like water from a fall. His father's eyes stared him up and down as if he were getting ready to lunge on him.
"Now, now," Kaverdine cajoled, "The Dark Lord is wanting another Malfoy in his ranks. You should bow to his request should you not?"
A/N: More to come!
Chapter 4
Pressure
Draco sat there looking at the morbid girl who had fallen on the floor. He looked at her with awe as he realized her for what she was. Draco then rose as he felt a body move under him.
"Hermione, are you ok?" he questioned as he seen her confused exterior.
"Yea, I'm fine, but how's she?"
*That's so sweet, she thinks of others other than herself* he thought as he moved to Symor'e to check her pulse.
"She's alive," he said reluctantly. Abruptly, Symor'e popped her head up and stared into Draco's eyes.
"You-you-you can't see me like this," she said as she got up and ran away in her broken heels.
Draco watched after her. Everyone in the funeral home had ran out, scared out of their minds of what was taking place. Draco looked at his father take Kaverdine in his arms and race her to the Lamborghini for cover, although, it had stopped when she put her hand back to her side.
Draco was confused and utterly a mess. He had Hermione on his side looking at him awkwardly and his father trying to rescue his new "woman" who had, obviously, caused it. He helped Hermione up,
"You should go."
"But........."
"No, that was nice of you to come, but you should go. I know that you think that you may like me or love me or whatever, but you just can't," he said sternly as he jumped into his car and sped off. Lucious was a wreck, he had no idea what was going on.
"Whatever that THING was we're getting as far away from it as possible," he yelped.
Symor'e was looking out of the window guiltily as his father was ranting.
"Oh, dear," Kaverdine intoned as she brushed his arm, "It was nothing I'm sure. Just a little banshee out for a run."
"Banshee! Just a little banshee! There's no such thing as a 'little' banshee. Banshee's are the scariest beasts on this wizard bearing earth. They kill maliciously and are deadly horrid."
"Yes, you're right, darling," she whispered, rolling her eyes backwards to Symor'e.
Draco kept quiet the whole ride home. He didn't know what to say to Symor'e, much less his father. It looked like what he was saying was hurting her feelings, but he had a thorn, it felt like, in the back of his throat that prevented him to do so.
*
That night, while back at the Malfoy Manor, Draco was in his room pacing the empty floor. He moved to the window as the moon's light called him,
"Mother? I need to talk to you........."
"Don't mind me, I'm just sitting right here as you talk to your dead mother," came a sorry voice in the corner.
"What the bloody hell are you doing right there?"
It was Symor'e's voice that lingered. She was sitting outside of Draco's window on a ledge with her feet holding her up.
"I was out here looking at the moon."
There was a silence for a moment, then Symor'e found it necessary to say, "I'm sorry about today with your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend......... and it's ok. I didn't know you were a.........."
"Well, nobody does. And no one should! It's a secret that I tend to keep, if my mother would just stop using me."
"How does she 'use' you?"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't of said that either."
"Listen, we're going to obviously be brother and sister one day, so........."
"Where'd you get a silly idea from that? ......... Oh! You thought my mother had the intention of marrying your father? Sorry to brake it to you honey, but my mother's a slut! She just sleeping with him for a higher position with the Dark Lord."
"What!?"
"Yes, she did it with practically all of his demons, and every time she fucks one she gets a higher position. She's trying to make it be Voldemort's wife," Symor'e laughed at this as she told Draco his evil mother's plan.
Draco looked down at the far away ground that sparkled with its dew sprinkled grass, "I'd still like to know what your mother 'using' you means."
Symor'e took a deep breath as she told him, "Well, see, being born to my mother was hard because usually it's the inheritance from the mother that you become a......... what I am. Well, it never was that you inherited it from the father. In my case, I did. My father was a banshee and that's what I became, well, luckily for my mother, because she didn't give me the power, I'm now linked to her," she rolled her eyes, "She now has power over me and can decide when I use my ......... 'killer scream'."
Draco breathed heavily as he looked at her. Her night robe wasn't as see through, as it was that night, happily. He looked at her crimson hair blow in the wind, and the bright moon light pour over her like an ocean. Her eyes were naturally wide, as if sucking in life as much she could.
"What?" she giggled as she realized him staring at her.
"Nothing," he lied, "It's just weird talking to a girl outside of my window."
Symor'e laughed a little more and then suggested, "Well, why don't I go in there?"
"Excuse me?"
"Well, why not? Are you scared of me?"
"No, I'm just scared of what would happen."
"I'm not like my mother. I won't sleep with you just because you're there. I'll only have sex with someone I fall in love with," she smiled.
Draco shook his head, 'yes' and let her in.
"See?" she said as she hopped in, "We're not doing anything."
"Yet.........."
"What are you saying? You had the intention of doing something with me? I thought you loved that Hermione girl."
"I don't 'love her......... and I don't like her either."
"Sure, you don't," she teased.
Draco rolled his eyes as he laid his head down to sleep. After a while, he felt something in his bed with him. He rolled over consecutively and found it to be Symor'e already asleep at his side.
*
The next day he woke up, but she was already gone.
*I don't like her! And I don't like Hermione!* he fussed himself.
"Draco!" he heard calling him from downstairs. he flew down the spiral staircase in a flash, already dressed and hair combed, "Ah, son," breathed his father, "We shall talk of your acceptance speech and everything."
"My what?"
"Oh, don't do this again! You're mother isn't here! You don't have to pretend you're not going to join ranks."
"You mean with the Dark Lord? I am not joking when I say no!" Lucious' eyes flashed with anger, as so did Draco's, "Father, you can't make me follow in your footsteps! I'm not like you!"
Just then Kaverdine walked in, "Oh, my, what on earth is all this ruckus about?"
"My son is scared to join Our Lord."
"Oh, why, dear, why would you be?"
"I'm not scared! I just know what I want."
"You know, Symor'e felt the same way, but after a lot of forewarning she was very content with her choice."
"What?! She's with him too?"
"She's decided to join with you, dear," she said coaxingly.
"Stop calling me 'dear'!"
"Sorry, dear, but I mean come on you must join him! You'll have so much fun doing his quests."
"Fun? Fun! That's what you call it? I promised my mother that I would never join him! What makes you think I'm changing my mind now?"
"Because your mother is dead!" Mr. Malfoy stormed.
"Only because you killed her!" these words fell from Draco's lips like water from a fall. His father's eyes stared him up and down as if he were getting ready to lunge on him.
"Now, now," Kaverdine cajoled, "The Dark Lord is wanting another Malfoy in his ranks. You should bow to his request should you not?"
A/N: More to come!