Blood On the Wall
Chapter 5
A Solemn Cry
He screamed out in pain from the mark that was just burned into his flesh. It was so unreal that he barely believed what was happening to him.
"STOP!" he kept screaming as the tears fell down his face. The burning was so excruciating, it was as if he was pushed into a boiling pit of lava and it captured him willingly, but unwilling to let go.
"Stop!" he breathed heavily as he sat bolt upright in his bed. His sheets were torn into shreds and he was sweating blood from his brow, "It was just a dream," he panted relieved that that was all it was.
He slowly reached for his lamp and put it on to reveal his whole room in an uproar, "Some dream." Some dream, indeed. While in his sleep he had managed to break his window, push his dresser down knocking off all his pictures, which were now in a heap on the floor broken, he had gotten to his desk and broke it in two, and of course his bed was shattered. He breathed heavily and tried to think of how to clean this mess so that no one would know.
He firstly, ran to the bathroom to wash his bloody sweat from his shaken body. Afterwards, he went back to his room to gawk at the mess that he had made. He searched for his wand and, knowing that magic out of school was forbidden, performed a powerful spell for everything to go back to normal. Draco sat in his bed the rest of the night, too frightened to lay his head down, petrified of what dreams were waiting for him.
*
The next day he didn't speak a word of it to anyone, in fact he barely even spoke that morning. He was tired and weak from his midnight escapade and also pale from his terrible loss of perspiration.
"Are you ok?" Symor'e asked when he arrived at the dinner table. He didn't answer her and just sat down to eat his breakfast.
"Son, you should speak when spoken to," Lucious barked, but Draco still didn't answer.
They all looked at the blonde haired boy with nervousness. They had no idea what was going through his head, nor what had happened. Miss Kaverdine looked at him with a hate, as she so often did,
"Why didn't you fix your hair before you came to the dinner table?"
Draco slowly pulled his gaze away from the floor and looked her straight in the eyes, "Because I'm not seeing anyone important today," he whispered.
"That's no excuse!" Lucious cut in, not realizing that the insult was directed to everyone, "Now, go upstairs and look proper. We don't want to look like those filthy Muggles now do we?"
Again Draco stared right into his father's eyes, with more hate then ever. He had no idea why he felt so much rage, but he didn't care he just wanted to hurt someone, either with words or his hands, "I don't give a damn what I look like! You shouldn't either," he yelled.
"Calm down!" Symor'e jumped, "They were just saying........."
"They were just calling non-magic folk Muggles! Listen you damn bastard! You know what? You want to know something really crazy?" *pause for dramatic effect* "I'm in love with a so called, 'Muggles'! And I don't care what you think or say about it! I'm in love with Hermione Granger, who is NOT pure blood! You have a problem with it? You can go to hell," he said as he stormed out of the room. He raced up to his bed and slammed the door behind him, locking it as he went. He fell down on his bed,
"Ow," he yelped as he pulled from under him a knife. It so happened; that before his sudden outburst he had picked it up to cut his eggs and hadn't let it drop. He looked at it contently, "You're my only friend."
Tears filled the silver, malicious eyes that were so deep. He gazed at the knife, "Through you I can be with my mother," he talked to the knife as if a real person.
*I just want out!* he thought, suddenly another voice popped into his head, ~Just talk to me~
*What?*
~I want to talk to you~
*Who is this?*
~You know who I am~ came the voice, it was a boy's voice, but it was gently and friendly.
*Duncan?*
He laughed timidly, ~Who else would it be~
*What are you doing in my head?*
~Well, I'm dead, so therefore, I can haunt you......... OoOoOo~ he mocked the sound of a scary ghost.
*C'mon*
~Ok, ok. You obviously need help, I mean look at you! You rampaged your room, you lashed out at your family, and you're holding a knife to your chest. That's a cry for help if I've ever saw one.~
*I-I-I.........*
~I-I-I......... no, you need help. Now, the first thing you need to straighten out is who you love. That will make a huge difference. I see your heart and I know the answer already.~
*I can't love her.*
~Oh, so blondes are smart. You do know whom I'm talking about. Well, see that's where you're wrong. You can LOVE anyone you want, but you can't BE WITH whomever you choose. And in this case, you can't be with her. So, choose another girl. I'll give you a hint; her name starts with S and ends in E~
*Symor'e? No! No! And again, NO!*
~Why not? You CAN be with her, yes she has secrets, but she needs you just as much as you need her. That's what love is, when the two people complete each other.~
*Go away, Duncan* Draco fussed.
~Okay, fine, but if you need me.......... I'm always here. The Big Boss allows me to help people to pay off my debt in purgatory~
And with that the second voice left his head.
"But how can I get it across to Hermione that I can't be with her?"
All this had gotten too complicated! He was so confused and lost that he wanted to just die, to just leave the world that troubled him so.
Knock! Knock! Came from the other side of Draco's door, "Open this door right now!" boomed Lucious' voice.
Draco came to the door and opened it, he wasn't scared of his father, he knew he had the better advantage.
"What is wrong with you!?" he yelled through gritted teeth, "You have been acting like this for a while now, and I want it to stop! I can tell you're mad at me, and for whatever reason......... I'm sorry, but telling me that you're in love with a Muggles is something that is beyond boundaries. You're trying to say stuff to hurt me and it's not working."
"If it wasn't working then why are you up here having this conversation."
"There you go again! That attitude has got to change. We have guests in this house that I intend to keep and I'd hope that you'd show them courtesy........."
"Like the courtesy you showed mother?"
"What are you talking about? Oh, never mind! But the point is that, I know that it is probably because of the loss of your mother, but, I'm sorry Draco, you just have to deal with it. You can't keep doing this to yourself. You made a stupid promise with her and she can't care if you break, because she's gone!"
"Here we go again."
"Don't do that! You're joining him and that's that!"
"Why the bloody hell do you care so much about me joining him? I don't want to!" he said slowly trying to make it clear to his father.
Lucious rolled his eyes and slammed his son's door. Draco clenched his fists and ran to his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchment and poured his heart onto it.
Dear Hermione,
Should I say it? Should I tell you how I feel? I want you to know, but then
again I don't. It's so complicated. I want to hold you close, I want to push you away, I want to make you go, I want to make you stay. I know you don't understand, but these are the only words I can say. Try to believe me! I hate pulling you back and forth like this. It's just too complicated, and I'm in too deep to push you in. both our hearts are on the line, and I know that mine is already broken. So I know how it feels. If I would tell you the words that are really in my split heart then yours would be just as
wrecked. I don't know if it's worth it. Don't try to find me.
Love,
Draco
Afterwards, Draco also pulled out another piece of parchment and wrote long and hard on that, making sure every words what correct. Surprisingly it was titled:
Dear Harry,
I know we hate each other, and I defiantly hate you, but I myself have secrets and heartaches. Remember when we were on the train and I told you everything? I don't trust you quite frankly, but I couldn't hold it in and
you were the first person to come to my aid. I now have new secrets and they have somehow gotten loose in my home. Now that they're out there my family is in an uproar and I need to leave. There's too much pressure to do some things that are the least things I want to do. So, in conclusion.........
and believe me this is the only time I'll ask this. I need you help. Wherever you are (believe me this is hard to write) do you think that I can come and stay with you for protection? I can understand if the answer is no, but anywhere else I'd be pressured into this 'something' and might fall
to it. I just needed to go somewhere where safety is an issue.
Your hater,
Draco
A/N: Du-dun-dunnn! What will Harry say? What will happen if he says yes? What will happen if he says no? OoOoO! Sounds interesting enough?
Chapter 5
A Solemn Cry
He screamed out in pain from the mark that was just burned into his flesh. It was so unreal that he barely believed what was happening to him.
"STOP!" he kept screaming as the tears fell down his face. The burning was so excruciating, it was as if he was pushed into a boiling pit of lava and it captured him willingly, but unwilling to let go.
"Stop!" he breathed heavily as he sat bolt upright in his bed. His sheets were torn into shreds and he was sweating blood from his brow, "It was just a dream," he panted relieved that that was all it was.
He slowly reached for his lamp and put it on to reveal his whole room in an uproar, "Some dream." Some dream, indeed. While in his sleep he had managed to break his window, push his dresser down knocking off all his pictures, which were now in a heap on the floor broken, he had gotten to his desk and broke it in two, and of course his bed was shattered. He breathed heavily and tried to think of how to clean this mess so that no one would know.
He firstly, ran to the bathroom to wash his bloody sweat from his shaken body. Afterwards, he went back to his room to gawk at the mess that he had made. He searched for his wand and, knowing that magic out of school was forbidden, performed a powerful spell for everything to go back to normal. Draco sat in his bed the rest of the night, too frightened to lay his head down, petrified of what dreams were waiting for him.
*
The next day he didn't speak a word of it to anyone, in fact he barely even spoke that morning. He was tired and weak from his midnight escapade and also pale from his terrible loss of perspiration.
"Are you ok?" Symor'e asked when he arrived at the dinner table. He didn't answer her and just sat down to eat his breakfast.
"Son, you should speak when spoken to," Lucious barked, but Draco still didn't answer.
They all looked at the blonde haired boy with nervousness. They had no idea what was going through his head, nor what had happened. Miss Kaverdine looked at him with a hate, as she so often did,
"Why didn't you fix your hair before you came to the dinner table?"
Draco slowly pulled his gaze away from the floor and looked her straight in the eyes, "Because I'm not seeing anyone important today," he whispered.
"That's no excuse!" Lucious cut in, not realizing that the insult was directed to everyone, "Now, go upstairs and look proper. We don't want to look like those filthy Muggles now do we?"
Again Draco stared right into his father's eyes, with more hate then ever. He had no idea why he felt so much rage, but he didn't care he just wanted to hurt someone, either with words or his hands, "I don't give a damn what I look like! You shouldn't either," he yelled.
"Calm down!" Symor'e jumped, "They were just saying........."
"They were just calling non-magic folk Muggles! Listen you damn bastard! You know what? You want to know something really crazy?" *pause for dramatic effect* "I'm in love with a so called, 'Muggles'! And I don't care what you think or say about it! I'm in love with Hermione Granger, who is NOT pure blood! You have a problem with it? You can go to hell," he said as he stormed out of the room. He raced up to his bed and slammed the door behind him, locking it as he went. He fell down on his bed,
"Ow," he yelped as he pulled from under him a knife. It so happened; that before his sudden outburst he had picked it up to cut his eggs and hadn't let it drop. He looked at it contently, "You're my only friend."
Tears filled the silver, malicious eyes that were so deep. He gazed at the knife, "Through you I can be with my mother," he talked to the knife as if a real person.
*I just want out!* he thought, suddenly another voice popped into his head, ~Just talk to me~
*What?*
~I want to talk to you~
*Who is this?*
~You know who I am~ came the voice, it was a boy's voice, but it was gently and friendly.
*Duncan?*
He laughed timidly, ~Who else would it be~
*What are you doing in my head?*
~Well, I'm dead, so therefore, I can haunt you......... OoOoOo~ he mocked the sound of a scary ghost.
*C'mon*
~Ok, ok. You obviously need help, I mean look at you! You rampaged your room, you lashed out at your family, and you're holding a knife to your chest. That's a cry for help if I've ever saw one.~
*I-I-I.........*
~I-I-I......... no, you need help. Now, the first thing you need to straighten out is who you love. That will make a huge difference. I see your heart and I know the answer already.~
*I can't love her.*
~Oh, so blondes are smart. You do know whom I'm talking about. Well, see that's where you're wrong. You can LOVE anyone you want, but you can't BE WITH whomever you choose. And in this case, you can't be with her. So, choose another girl. I'll give you a hint; her name starts with S and ends in E~
*Symor'e? No! No! And again, NO!*
~Why not? You CAN be with her, yes she has secrets, but she needs you just as much as you need her. That's what love is, when the two people complete each other.~
*Go away, Duncan* Draco fussed.
~Okay, fine, but if you need me.......... I'm always here. The Big Boss allows me to help people to pay off my debt in purgatory~
And with that the second voice left his head.
"But how can I get it across to Hermione that I can't be with her?"
All this had gotten too complicated! He was so confused and lost that he wanted to just die, to just leave the world that troubled him so.
Knock! Knock! Came from the other side of Draco's door, "Open this door right now!" boomed Lucious' voice.
Draco came to the door and opened it, he wasn't scared of his father, he knew he had the better advantage.
"What is wrong with you!?" he yelled through gritted teeth, "You have been acting like this for a while now, and I want it to stop! I can tell you're mad at me, and for whatever reason......... I'm sorry, but telling me that you're in love with a Muggles is something that is beyond boundaries. You're trying to say stuff to hurt me and it's not working."
"If it wasn't working then why are you up here having this conversation."
"There you go again! That attitude has got to change. We have guests in this house that I intend to keep and I'd hope that you'd show them courtesy........."
"Like the courtesy you showed mother?"
"What are you talking about? Oh, never mind! But the point is that, I know that it is probably because of the loss of your mother, but, I'm sorry Draco, you just have to deal with it. You can't keep doing this to yourself. You made a stupid promise with her and she can't care if you break, because she's gone!"
"Here we go again."
"Don't do that! You're joining him and that's that!"
"Why the bloody hell do you care so much about me joining him? I don't want to!" he said slowly trying to make it clear to his father.
Lucious rolled his eyes and slammed his son's door. Draco clenched his fists and ran to his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchment and poured his heart onto it.
Dear Hermione,
Should I say it? Should I tell you how I feel? I want you to know, but then
again I don't. It's so complicated. I want to hold you close, I want to push you away, I want to make you go, I want to make you stay. I know you don't understand, but these are the only words I can say. Try to believe me! I hate pulling you back and forth like this. It's just too complicated, and I'm in too deep to push you in. both our hearts are on the line, and I know that mine is already broken. So I know how it feels. If I would tell you the words that are really in my split heart then yours would be just as
wrecked. I don't know if it's worth it. Don't try to find me.
Love,
Draco
Afterwards, Draco also pulled out another piece of parchment and wrote long and hard on that, making sure every words what correct. Surprisingly it was titled:
Dear Harry,
I know we hate each other, and I defiantly hate you, but I myself have secrets and heartaches. Remember when we were on the train and I told you everything? I don't trust you quite frankly, but I couldn't hold it in and
you were the first person to come to my aid. I now have new secrets and they have somehow gotten loose in my home. Now that they're out there my family is in an uproar and I need to leave. There's too much pressure to do some things that are the least things I want to do. So, in conclusion.........
and believe me this is the only time I'll ask this. I need you help. Wherever you are (believe me this is hard to write) do you think that I can come and stay with you for protection? I can understand if the answer is no, but anywhere else I'd be pressured into this 'something' and might fall
to it. I just needed to go somewhere where safety is an issue.
Your hater,
Draco
A/N: Du-dun-dunnn! What will Harry say? What will happen if he says yes? What will happen if he says no? OoOoO! Sounds interesting enough?