Blood On The Wall
Chapter 6
Enemies Rescue
Dear Draco,
There were nights when I could not sleep. Something inside and I can still feel the pain. It's a part of me that's missing, and it's me missing you.
Love,
Hermione
Draco sat in his ocean like bed that seemed to gulp him reading a reply from Hermione that he had just gotten. It had been two days since he sent his own letter. Two days of sitting in his house listening to the whispers that the walls told and the knocking of the wind at his glass. No one bothered him, not his father, not Kaverdine, the only one who seemed to want to try to help was Symor'e. Draco tried talking to Symor'e to try to convert her to not join Voldemort, but it seemed that her mother had already made up her mind and nothing could put that asunder.
Today was an odd day, Draco felt something was about to happen. A change unknown was floating admist the halls of the great Malfoy Manor. Draco felt the disturbance and waited patiently for the black cloak of that 'something' to come and shadow his life. It was just a matter of time for Harry to reply, and then maybe this 'something' would follow.
Dear Draco,
There were nights when I could not sleep. Something inside and I can still feel the pain. It's a part of me that's missing, and it's me missing you.
Love,
Hermione
Draco read the letter from Hermione, over and over again. Looking at the curve of her penmenship, the sweep that she took when she wrote "love". It all felt so abstract to him, as if he wasn't really there looking at the letter, laying on his bed, or twiddling his foot. As if he was some how out of his own body, looking down on his own self. He figured this was just what happened when loneliness flooded someone or when a heartache so real shattered onto his soul.
*Is this how I'm supposed to live my life from now on? In fear that my better judgment will faulter and I'd fall to my father's beckoning. In wait for someone I hate to forget the shit that I put him through and accept me... and help me? Am I supposed to just be right here doing nothing for those I love?* he thought looking at Hermione's letter once more.
A knock came from the door and Draco ran to it, half hoping that it was the author of the letter. Knowing this would never be he took a deep breath and opened his locked door to his father. Standing there in a bathrobe. This had been the first time he had spoken to him since Draco had slammed his door in his father's face.
"Starting tomorrow you will undergo preparation for your acceptance into the Dark Lord's reign."
"I........."
"And that's all I want to hear," his father said as he had his own turn of slamming the door again.
Draco rolled his eyes and plopped down on his bed again.
"Ow!" he yipped as something pecked his head. He turned over to see his eagle-like owl sitting atop his sleepless body, "What do you want?" he barked.
He looked down at the owl's foot and tore a letter from it. It was written in green ink and looked like a boy's messy handwriting. He opened it hurriedly and read:
Dear Draco,
I agree, we do have our differences, and both hate each other with a passion, but, although I'm not faltering in my hatred for you, I can't let this be looked over. When you talked to me on the train I felt as if I was just beginning to understand you. This thing that you can't talk about I
have no doubt I know what it is, and I will do all I can to help you in this time of fear and need. I'm staying with "Weasel" though, and if you don't mind him and his family taking you in, then there's nothing I can do. During this ... time ... we can put aside our differences and help each other ... but as soon as this is over we're are going back to normal! That's the only
deal I have to make. Oh, and that no word of this gets around school.
The One Who Hates You The Most,
Harry
Draco snickered and wrote back:
Dear Potter,
I just received your letter. I agree to the terms and believe I already had that intention. I'll be arriving there tonight, I know it's so soon, but I
have to be out of here by tomorrow lest this 'thing' take place. I know where weasel lives due to word around school. I'll be arriving momentarily.
Head of the 'Potter Haters Club',
Draco
He smiled at his clever signature and sent his owl on its way. Draco then ran to his dresser and pulled out his Hogwarts clothes. He through everything in a suitcase and pushed everything under his bed for hiding.
After his supper alone he ran back to his room to double check that he had everything necessary. At promptly midnight, right before leaving another note came fluttering into his room.
Malfoy,
I talked to everyone, and they've read your letters and, sorry, but I had
to tell them your story. Not the one with the imaginary people lol, but
they feel obliged to help. Come now.
Harry
"That's a go," he whispered under his breath and began throwing his suitcases out of his widow. He slid down the pipe and ran to the broom cupboard. He grabbed his newest broom, the Blood Hound 2004, and zoomed into the air. The cold dewy night wind brushing his face and fluttering his hair. All of a sudden he heard a loud bang that sounded like a firecracker. Before he knew it he was fluttering back down to the earth in a cloud of purple smoke. He was going to scream, but the sound of his body cracking was in the back of his mind, preventing his vocal chords from penetrating. The grass was coming closer, and closer, and closer, until......... right before the ground was in his face, he abruptly stopped.
"What do you think you're doing?"
He looked above him and followed a silky black dress all the way to the face.
"Symor'e?!" he questioned when he saw her red hair flying everywhere.
"Luggage? You really don't want to join the Dark Lord, do you?"
"No, I don't," he said proudly as she pulled him to a standing position, "Thanks, the blood was rushing to my head."
"Where are going?" she asked with puppy dog eyes.
"Why does it matter? I'm going any way away from here."
"Take me."
"What?"
"You heard me," she said walking over to pick up his broom that had just fallen to the ground.
"Yes, I heard you, but I don't understand. I thought you wanted to join the Dark Lord."
"That was my mother talking. I don't want to have anything to do with him."
"You can't come with me," he spitted out.
"Why the hell not!?"
"You said that you're 'attached' to your mother or whatever, so where ever we go, she'll find us."
Symor'e looked to the ground with fear in her eyes as Draco mounted his broom.
"You'll be fine......... I'll try to come back and get you, but I can't take you to where I'm going," he said slowly as he lifted higher and higher and then he swerved to the direction of the Weasley's house.
"Oh really?" Symor'e whispered under her breath.
A/N: More to come pplz! I know this one's short and quick.......... The next one will be longer.......... I didn't have enuff time for dis one, but I hadn't updated in a long time so herr ya go..........
Chapter 6
Enemies Rescue
Dear Draco,
There were nights when I could not sleep. Something inside and I can still feel the pain. It's a part of me that's missing, and it's me missing you.
Love,
Hermione
Draco sat in his ocean like bed that seemed to gulp him reading a reply from Hermione that he had just gotten. It had been two days since he sent his own letter. Two days of sitting in his house listening to the whispers that the walls told and the knocking of the wind at his glass. No one bothered him, not his father, not Kaverdine, the only one who seemed to want to try to help was Symor'e. Draco tried talking to Symor'e to try to convert her to not join Voldemort, but it seemed that her mother had already made up her mind and nothing could put that asunder.
Today was an odd day, Draco felt something was about to happen. A change unknown was floating admist the halls of the great Malfoy Manor. Draco felt the disturbance and waited patiently for the black cloak of that 'something' to come and shadow his life. It was just a matter of time for Harry to reply, and then maybe this 'something' would follow.
Dear Draco,
There were nights when I could not sleep. Something inside and I can still feel the pain. It's a part of me that's missing, and it's me missing you.
Love,
Hermione
Draco read the letter from Hermione, over and over again. Looking at the curve of her penmenship, the sweep that she took when she wrote "love". It all felt so abstract to him, as if he wasn't really there looking at the letter, laying on his bed, or twiddling his foot. As if he was some how out of his own body, looking down on his own self. He figured this was just what happened when loneliness flooded someone or when a heartache so real shattered onto his soul.
*Is this how I'm supposed to live my life from now on? In fear that my better judgment will faulter and I'd fall to my father's beckoning. In wait for someone I hate to forget the shit that I put him through and accept me... and help me? Am I supposed to just be right here doing nothing for those I love?* he thought looking at Hermione's letter once more.
A knock came from the door and Draco ran to it, half hoping that it was the author of the letter. Knowing this would never be he took a deep breath and opened his locked door to his father. Standing there in a bathrobe. This had been the first time he had spoken to him since Draco had slammed his door in his father's face.
"Starting tomorrow you will undergo preparation for your acceptance into the Dark Lord's reign."
"I........."
"And that's all I want to hear," his father said as he had his own turn of slamming the door again.
Draco rolled his eyes and plopped down on his bed again.
"Ow!" he yipped as something pecked his head. He turned over to see his eagle-like owl sitting atop his sleepless body, "What do you want?" he barked.
He looked down at the owl's foot and tore a letter from it. It was written in green ink and looked like a boy's messy handwriting. He opened it hurriedly and read:
Dear Draco,
I agree, we do have our differences, and both hate each other with a passion, but, although I'm not faltering in my hatred for you, I can't let this be looked over. When you talked to me on the train I felt as if I was just beginning to understand you. This thing that you can't talk about I
have no doubt I know what it is, and I will do all I can to help you in this time of fear and need. I'm staying with "Weasel" though, and if you don't mind him and his family taking you in, then there's nothing I can do. During this ... time ... we can put aside our differences and help each other ... but as soon as this is over we're are going back to normal! That's the only
deal I have to make. Oh, and that no word of this gets around school.
The One Who Hates You The Most,
Harry
Draco snickered and wrote back:
Dear Potter,
I just received your letter. I agree to the terms and believe I already had that intention. I'll be arriving there tonight, I know it's so soon, but I
have to be out of here by tomorrow lest this 'thing' take place. I know where weasel lives due to word around school. I'll be arriving momentarily.
Head of the 'Potter Haters Club',
Draco
He smiled at his clever signature and sent his owl on its way. Draco then ran to his dresser and pulled out his Hogwarts clothes. He through everything in a suitcase and pushed everything under his bed for hiding.
After his supper alone he ran back to his room to double check that he had everything necessary. At promptly midnight, right before leaving another note came fluttering into his room.
Malfoy,
I talked to everyone, and they've read your letters and, sorry, but I had
to tell them your story. Not the one with the imaginary people lol, but
they feel obliged to help. Come now.
Harry
"That's a go," he whispered under his breath and began throwing his suitcases out of his widow. He slid down the pipe and ran to the broom cupboard. He grabbed his newest broom, the Blood Hound 2004, and zoomed into the air. The cold dewy night wind brushing his face and fluttering his hair. All of a sudden he heard a loud bang that sounded like a firecracker. Before he knew it he was fluttering back down to the earth in a cloud of purple smoke. He was going to scream, but the sound of his body cracking was in the back of his mind, preventing his vocal chords from penetrating. The grass was coming closer, and closer, and closer, until......... right before the ground was in his face, he abruptly stopped.
"What do you think you're doing?"
He looked above him and followed a silky black dress all the way to the face.
"Symor'e?!" he questioned when he saw her red hair flying everywhere.
"Luggage? You really don't want to join the Dark Lord, do you?"
"No, I don't," he said proudly as she pulled him to a standing position, "Thanks, the blood was rushing to my head."
"Where are going?" she asked with puppy dog eyes.
"Why does it matter? I'm going any way away from here."
"Take me."
"What?"
"You heard me," she said walking over to pick up his broom that had just fallen to the ground.
"Yes, I heard you, but I don't understand. I thought you wanted to join the Dark Lord."
"That was my mother talking. I don't want to have anything to do with him."
"You can't come with me," he spitted out.
"Why the hell not!?"
"You said that you're 'attached' to your mother or whatever, so where ever we go, she'll find us."
Symor'e looked to the ground with fear in her eyes as Draco mounted his broom.
"You'll be fine......... I'll try to come back and get you, but I can't take you to where I'm going," he said slowly as he lifted higher and higher and then he swerved to the direction of the Weasley's house.
"Oh really?" Symor'e whispered under her breath.
A/N: More to come pplz! I know this one's short and quick.......... The next one will be longer.......... I didn't have enuff time for dis one, but I hadn't updated in a long time so herr ya go..........