Blood On The Wall
Chapter 8
Utter Confusion and Anguish
A week had passed with Draco in the Weasley house, quietly minding his own business. He had no idea what to say or do, so therefore he did exactly nothing and said absolutely zilch. No one really spoke to him; everyone found it too hard to try and be nice, especially Mr. Weasley. Draco would hear the couple talking at night about finding another home for him so he'll be safe, but at least out of their own. Mrs. Weasley must have a big heart, for she always fought back and they ended up with letting him stay longer.
Symor'e had been outside minding her own business too. She would always come to Draco's window at night to see how he was doing, but other than that she stayed in the shadows, which she was best at.
Draco was nothing more but confused. He was confused about everything! Nothing was panning out like he planned. The most important thing that screwed up his plans was Symor'e following him to the Weasley house. The second was that Hermione was coming in a couple of days and she had no idea that Draco was there. He was nervous of how she was going to react, heck, he was nervous on how he was going to react. He had no idea what to say to her. his heart was being torn between two girls right now. It had come on so suddenly, though! He had fallen in love with Hermione when he went on his escapade through time, and then, when coming back to reality, he realized that the one he was most compatible with was Symor'e. But his heart kept telling him that something was brewing. He had no idea what, but he felt like he had to lay as low as he could to keep this thing from finding him. He had had this inkling for a while that something else was coming, something bigger. His soul was in torment from the emotions that he was feeling. Nothing could help this poor boy from finding himself.
All the while, playbacks of his mother were washing over him. He knew not why he was remembering everything word for word now, but for some reason it was a surclosure that made him feel peaceful and at home when he remembered his mother's sweet voice, and her warm, welcoming arms embracing the tattered child. One memory that would not stop coming back to him was the one that hurt him the most. It was the very first time Draco realized the hell that his father was putting his mother through. He knew that he thought this of practically every day with his father, that they were the worst, but this one was the one that really stuck out in his mind for this time being.
It was a dark night that flooded his memory. He was not yet 8 when he heard the screams from his father's room. He placed his head in his pillow as he screamed himself, "Make it stop, make it stop!" he would yell. He didn't really know what was going on, but he was too petrified to find out. What monster was killing whom? He ran to find his mother, maybe she could cover
his ears. As he opened the door to her bedroom there was nothing but
shadows. Terrible, terrible shadows moved about his mother's room. he wanted to scream, but couldn't knowingly that the monster might come and find this small boy. The shadows were moving up and down, he could make out a hand lashing, what looked like, an already dead body. The 7 and ½ year
old Draco fled from the room and back to his own. He went to his own bathroom and stared into his mirror angrily. Suddenly the mirror shattered and shards of glass fell into the sink. Little Draco grabbed the biggest
one and pressed it to his skin, but it would not harm him. He thrust it into his body all over, but nothing would come of it. He was protected by
some magic unknown. All he could do was cry.
This memory darkened his body and soul. The only memory that he could drift to that made him comforted was the one that was also such a long time ago.
He was, yet again, 7 or 8. He was lying in his mother's arms while she rocked him to sleep. He held her hand tight and rubbed her arm, when he ran across a large bump he kissed it lovingly. She sang to him, "I'll like you forever, I'll love you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll
be."
"Hmm-hmmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmm," Draco hummed as he remembered that sweet lullaby that his mother would always sing before bedtime. With this memory still in his head Draco dozed to sleep on the couch that he "owned".
The next morning he woke up with a start.
"Hello?" Harry was saying while looking at him.
"What?" Draco asked back.
"Hermione's coming today......... don't you think you should uh, get dressed," he suggested.
Draco suddenly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He combed his hair back and dressed in his best, most comfortable clothes. While still in the bathroom he heard a knock at the door and three pairs of feet running to catch it.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Hey."
He heard all at once. There were two boy voices, no doubt Harry and Ron's, and then two girls. *Probably the little brat Weasel* he thought maliciously. Yep, no matter how long he stayed there; no matter how much hospitality he was being shown, he was the still the same old Draco. He then heard Harry inquire, "Um.......... Someone else is here, also."
"That's my queue," he said under his breath as he slowly opened the bathroom door to walk down the stairs.
"Who?"
He heard her voice, *Oh, how angelic......... I mean, yup that's the mudblood* he was trying his hardest to be mean to her. Try to get her off of him, so he won't have to worry about her being killed if they would date.
"Well, where is this 'someo.........."
She stopped as she saw the blonde haired boy walked down the stairs. He didn't smile, and didn't make eye contact. He just watched the steps to make sure he didn't fall.
Hermione stared at him, also, with no smile.
"What is he doing here?" she asked Ron angrily.
"Ask Harry."
"I-I-I......... well-well-well......... then we......... and then he......... and yea," he smiled, thinking that he did his best.
Hermione rolled her eyes and strutted right up to Draco, who had just gotten all the way down the stairs, and planted her hand right across his face.
"What was that for?" he yipped.
"I don't know, but I feel better," she said happily finally smiling.
Ron was snickering under his breath, happy to see Malfoy being hit. Draco, then, pushed her to the side lightly and walked passed her.
She mouthed to Harry and Ron, "What is he doing here?"
They both pointed to each other saying, "It was his fault."
Draco didn't realize what they were saying or doing, just walked to the kitchen to find Mrs. Weasley doing house chores.
"Oh, hello, Draco, dear," she said happily. Draco kept asking himself over and over, *Why is she being so nice?* but he let it go, happy that at least someone welcomed him.
"Oh, dear, I asked Fred and George to go degnome the backyard before they went to check on their shop, but they didn't. do you think you could go do that for me?"
"Me? But that's servants work."
"No, it's not. It's my boy's work and if you live in this house you can learn discipline. Now, if you don't mind, no questions, go and do that for me," she said pressing a smile onto her face.
He went outside mumbling, "Well, this isn't very nice."
He slowly bent down to look behind some weeds and grabbed the head of a little gnome that was about to run. He twirled it like a pro and flung it across the yard, completely and clearly out of the way. While he gnomed he thought. He thought about Hermione and her feelings, Symor'e and hers, he also thought about his own feelings. How he was going to get out of this mess and sort things out. How he was going to set things right and find another place to go, so he wouldn't be intruding on the 'Weasels'. Draco had a lot on his mind, he wished it wasn't about girls though. Just then he heard the back door of the house open and Hermione came walking out.
"I'm finished unpacking and I thought I might come help you."
"Why? Didn't you just slap me?"
"Sorry about that. I had to release some anger, you were just there."
"Sure," he droned sarcastically.
*He's still the same* Hermione thought as she herself grabbed a runaway gnome, "So, how was that girl that was at the funeral."
"Fine."
"How has your summer been going?"
"Fine."
"How are you holding up?"
"Fine."
"How are your dad and his new girlfriend?"
"Fine."
"Are you going to say something other than fine?"
"Fine............ I mean......... what?" he questioned. She had been asking these subtle questions fast and he didn't even realize what was coming next. He looked at her smiling face. *She's so pre......... not for me* Draco was trying so hard not to like her. *Why did my mother have to make me realize that!?* he was right. If his mother hadn't said anything that last night that he had with her he wouldn't of realized how much he like Hermione and none of this would of happened. As he flung three gnomes over the fence at once a picture came into his mind out how his father portrayed his mother dying.
She was bedridden and coughing uncontrollably.
"Greenlie," she calls, but the little house-elf is busy with other chores and doesn't hear the cry for help. Narcissa slowly stands up and walks out of her room. a rough cough that feels like it's tearing her chest to shreds overcomes her. she grabs onto the handrail. And without realizing it leans
too far and falls over. She just keeps falling and falling; falling and
falling. Not stopping until the green granite floor breaks her back.
*That makes no sense, it's not plausible*
"Something wrong?" Hermione asked when she seen the contortment in his face.
"I.........I'm........."
"Thinking about your mother?"
"How'd you........."
"Well, that face can only suggest love and confusion. I knew that you were confused about your mother's death and the only person who could put that much love in your heart is your mother," she said as-a-matter-of-factly, "well, am I right?"
"Yes," he admitted, "My father said that she........." when he looked at her interested exterior, he knew he couldn't tell her. For, if he told her that little bit, he'd have to explain why he thought it wasn't true, which would lead to giving the answer why he can't be with and so on and so forth. One thing always leads to another.
"It's ok. You don't have to talk about it," she intoned comfortingly.
*She couldn't of fell, again, it's not plausible* he went back to his journey, *That morning I had heard something fall.* He recalled that morning:
When he finally arose from his bed he raced downstairs still in his
nightclothes and, on his way down, he was stopped by a loud thud in his parent's bedroom. He raced back upstairs to see what was the matter, but before he could open the door his father came out already dressed and ready
to go.
"Ahh, Malfoy," he breathed, "Ready?"
"What was that noise in your room?"
Lucious's face went into a guilty sunken expression, "Uh... your mother must of fell... you know how klutzy she is. Now come on! Eat breakfast so
we can go."
He patted his son on the back
as he left to go downstairs.
*He was guilty of something, guilty, guilty,* he kept repeating.
"Now, what's wrong?"
"What? You can't tell this expression?"
"Well, I can tell you're thinking about something important......... but I don't exactly know what it is."
*Oh goodness he thought. I need to talk this over with somebody.* Draco then told her about how his father had said his mother died, and then how he thought that it wasn't an accident. Afterwards he had to explain exactly what kind of monster Lucious Malfoy really was. Luckily, she made him stop right there and he didn't have to explain everything else.
"that's positively brutal," she whimpered, "I mean, I knew your father was horrid, but not that......... I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
"Well, what do you think really happened then?"
"I don't know."
A/N: Ok, I already knew who I wanted Draco to end up with, but I can leave it to my "audience". So who do YA'LL want? Hermione or Symor'e??? Again, I know this may be a lil short, it'll get longer......... and more interesting. Oh, and another thing......... I don't usually write stories during the summer, so if I get good reviews to go on then I'll write as much as I can. (Summer for me starts next week because I'm homeschooled and that's just when I'll be finished school.) Again, thanks to all my reviewers, I luv ya! *Muhwah! : D HuGs2yA*
Chapter 8
Utter Confusion and Anguish
A week had passed with Draco in the Weasley house, quietly minding his own business. He had no idea what to say or do, so therefore he did exactly nothing and said absolutely zilch. No one really spoke to him; everyone found it too hard to try and be nice, especially Mr. Weasley. Draco would hear the couple talking at night about finding another home for him so he'll be safe, but at least out of their own. Mrs. Weasley must have a big heart, for she always fought back and they ended up with letting him stay longer.
Symor'e had been outside minding her own business too. She would always come to Draco's window at night to see how he was doing, but other than that she stayed in the shadows, which she was best at.
Draco was nothing more but confused. He was confused about everything! Nothing was panning out like he planned. The most important thing that screwed up his plans was Symor'e following him to the Weasley house. The second was that Hermione was coming in a couple of days and she had no idea that Draco was there. He was nervous of how she was going to react, heck, he was nervous on how he was going to react. He had no idea what to say to her. his heart was being torn between two girls right now. It had come on so suddenly, though! He had fallen in love with Hermione when he went on his escapade through time, and then, when coming back to reality, he realized that the one he was most compatible with was Symor'e. But his heart kept telling him that something was brewing. He had no idea what, but he felt like he had to lay as low as he could to keep this thing from finding him. He had had this inkling for a while that something else was coming, something bigger. His soul was in torment from the emotions that he was feeling. Nothing could help this poor boy from finding himself.
All the while, playbacks of his mother were washing over him. He knew not why he was remembering everything word for word now, but for some reason it was a surclosure that made him feel peaceful and at home when he remembered his mother's sweet voice, and her warm, welcoming arms embracing the tattered child. One memory that would not stop coming back to him was the one that hurt him the most. It was the very first time Draco realized the hell that his father was putting his mother through. He knew that he thought this of practically every day with his father, that they were the worst, but this one was the one that really stuck out in his mind for this time being.
It was a dark night that flooded his memory. He was not yet 8 when he heard the screams from his father's room. He placed his head in his pillow as he screamed himself, "Make it stop, make it stop!" he would yell. He didn't really know what was going on, but he was too petrified to find out. What monster was killing whom? He ran to find his mother, maybe she could cover
his ears. As he opened the door to her bedroom there was nothing but
shadows. Terrible, terrible shadows moved about his mother's room. he wanted to scream, but couldn't knowingly that the monster might come and find this small boy. The shadows were moving up and down, he could make out a hand lashing, what looked like, an already dead body. The 7 and ½ year
old Draco fled from the room and back to his own. He went to his own bathroom and stared into his mirror angrily. Suddenly the mirror shattered and shards of glass fell into the sink. Little Draco grabbed the biggest
one and pressed it to his skin, but it would not harm him. He thrust it into his body all over, but nothing would come of it. He was protected by
some magic unknown. All he could do was cry.
This memory darkened his body and soul. The only memory that he could drift to that made him comforted was the one that was also such a long time ago.
He was, yet again, 7 or 8. He was lying in his mother's arms while she rocked him to sleep. He held her hand tight and rubbed her arm, when he ran across a large bump he kissed it lovingly. She sang to him, "I'll like you forever, I'll love you for always, as long as I'm living, my baby you'll
be."
"Hmm-hmmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmm," Draco hummed as he remembered that sweet lullaby that his mother would always sing before bedtime. With this memory still in his head Draco dozed to sleep on the couch that he "owned".
The next morning he woke up with a start.
"Hello?" Harry was saying while looking at him.
"What?" Draco asked back.
"Hermione's coming today......... don't you think you should uh, get dressed," he suggested.
Draco suddenly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. He combed his hair back and dressed in his best, most comfortable clothes. While still in the bathroom he heard a knock at the door and three pairs of feet running to catch it.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Hey."
"Hey."
He heard all at once. There were two boy voices, no doubt Harry and Ron's, and then two girls. *Probably the little brat Weasel* he thought maliciously. Yep, no matter how long he stayed there; no matter how much hospitality he was being shown, he was the still the same old Draco. He then heard Harry inquire, "Um.......... Someone else is here, also."
"That's my queue," he said under his breath as he slowly opened the bathroom door to walk down the stairs.
"Who?"
He heard her voice, *Oh, how angelic......... I mean, yup that's the mudblood* he was trying his hardest to be mean to her. Try to get her off of him, so he won't have to worry about her being killed if they would date.
"Well, where is this 'someo.........."
She stopped as she saw the blonde haired boy walked down the stairs. He didn't smile, and didn't make eye contact. He just watched the steps to make sure he didn't fall.
Hermione stared at him, also, with no smile.
"What is he doing here?" she asked Ron angrily.
"Ask Harry."
"I-I-I......... well-well-well......... then we......... and then he......... and yea," he smiled, thinking that he did his best.
Hermione rolled her eyes and strutted right up to Draco, who had just gotten all the way down the stairs, and planted her hand right across his face.
"What was that for?" he yipped.
"I don't know, but I feel better," she said happily finally smiling.
Ron was snickering under his breath, happy to see Malfoy being hit. Draco, then, pushed her to the side lightly and walked passed her.
She mouthed to Harry and Ron, "What is he doing here?"
They both pointed to each other saying, "It was his fault."
Draco didn't realize what they were saying or doing, just walked to the kitchen to find Mrs. Weasley doing house chores.
"Oh, hello, Draco, dear," she said happily. Draco kept asking himself over and over, *Why is she being so nice?* but he let it go, happy that at least someone welcomed him.
"Oh, dear, I asked Fred and George to go degnome the backyard before they went to check on their shop, but they didn't. do you think you could go do that for me?"
"Me? But that's servants work."
"No, it's not. It's my boy's work and if you live in this house you can learn discipline. Now, if you don't mind, no questions, go and do that for me," she said pressing a smile onto her face.
He went outside mumbling, "Well, this isn't very nice."
He slowly bent down to look behind some weeds and grabbed the head of a little gnome that was about to run. He twirled it like a pro and flung it across the yard, completely and clearly out of the way. While he gnomed he thought. He thought about Hermione and her feelings, Symor'e and hers, he also thought about his own feelings. How he was going to get out of this mess and sort things out. How he was going to set things right and find another place to go, so he wouldn't be intruding on the 'Weasels'. Draco had a lot on his mind, he wished it wasn't about girls though. Just then he heard the back door of the house open and Hermione came walking out.
"I'm finished unpacking and I thought I might come help you."
"Why? Didn't you just slap me?"
"Sorry about that. I had to release some anger, you were just there."
"Sure," he droned sarcastically.
*He's still the same* Hermione thought as she herself grabbed a runaway gnome, "So, how was that girl that was at the funeral."
"Fine."
"How has your summer been going?"
"Fine."
"How are you holding up?"
"Fine."
"How are your dad and his new girlfriend?"
"Fine."
"Are you going to say something other than fine?"
"Fine............ I mean......... what?" he questioned. She had been asking these subtle questions fast and he didn't even realize what was coming next. He looked at her smiling face. *She's so pre......... not for me* Draco was trying so hard not to like her. *Why did my mother have to make me realize that!?* he was right. If his mother hadn't said anything that last night that he had with her he wouldn't of realized how much he like Hermione and none of this would of happened. As he flung three gnomes over the fence at once a picture came into his mind out how his father portrayed his mother dying.
She was bedridden and coughing uncontrollably.
"Greenlie," she calls, but the little house-elf is busy with other chores and doesn't hear the cry for help. Narcissa slowly stands up and walks out of her room. a rough cough that feels like it's tearing her chest to shreds overcomes her. she grabs onto the handrail. And without realizing it leans
too far and falls over. She just keeps falling and falling; falling and
falling. Not stopping until the green granite floor breaks her back.
*That makes no sense, it's not plausible*
"Something wrong?" Hermione asked when she seen the contortment in his face.
"I.........I'm........."
"Thinking about your mother?"
"How'd you........."
"Well, that face can only suggest love and confusion. I knew that you were confused about your mother's death and the only person who could put that much love in your heart is your mother," she said as-a-matter-of-factly, "well, am I right?"
"Yes," he admitted, "My father said that she........." when he looked at her interested exterior, he knew he couldn't tell her. For, if he told her that little bit, he'd have to explain why he thought it wasn't true, which would lead to giving the answer why he can't be with and so on and so forth. One thing always leads to another.
"It's ok. You don't have to talk about it," she intoned comfortingly.
*She couldn't of fell, again, it's not plausible* he went back to his journey, *That morning I had heard something fall.* He recalled that morning:
When he finally arose from his bed he raced downstairs still in his
nightclothes and, on his way down, he was stopped by a loud thud in his parent's bedroom. He raced back upstairs to see what was the matter, but before he could open the door his father came out already dressed and ready
to go.
"Ahh, Malfoy," he breathed, "Ready?"
"What was that noise in your room?"
Lucious's face went into a guilty sunken expression, "Uh... your mother must of fell... you know how klutzy she is. Now come on! Eat breakfast so
we can go."
He patted his son on the back
as he left to go downstairs.
*He was guilty of something, guilty, guilty,* he kept repeating.
"Now, what's wrong?"
"What? You can't tell this expression?"
"Well, I can tell you're thinking about something important......... but I don't exactly know what it is."
*Oh goodness he thought. I need to talk this over with somebody.* Draco then told her about how his father had said his mother died, and then how he thought that it wasn't an accident. Afterwards he had to explain exactly what kind of monster Lucious Malfoy really was. Luckily, she made him stop right there and he didn't have to explain everything else.
"that's positively brutal," she whimpered, "I mean, I knew your father was horrid, but not that......... I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
"Well, what do you think really happened then?"
"I don't know."
A/N: Ok, I already knew who I wanted Draco to end up with, but I can leave it to my "audience". So who do YA'LL want? Hermione or Symor'e??? Again, I know this may be a lil short, it'll get longer......... and more interesting. Oh, and another thing......... I don't usually write stories during the summer, so if I get good reviews to go on then I'll write as much as I can. (Summer for me starts next week because I'm homeschooled and that's just when I'll be finished school.) Again, thanks to all my reviewers, I luv ya! *Muhwah! : D HuGs2yA*