Adrenaline Rush
~hotsleekeyz~
Chapter 12 Used
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Draco sat wondering at the silent wonder in his hand. Harry had just handed him a bottle that had mysterious dusts for a content. If all was working not as he planned it, he would have to act on it on his own. Lucius had a terrible way of convincing Wade to do things against his will and Draco knew well that if there was anything that Wade shouldn't experience in his lifetime, it was to be under someone who doesn't even deserve a tinge of respect.
In a hardened resolve, Draco stood from where he sat and collected his things from his closet. He had to leave at once. Staying too long in one place wasn't advisable for his life at that moment. He knew well that Hermione and Wade were safer with Harry around than actually having HIM around. Under his heavy, hating breathing, Draco mumbled, "Now it's Lucius or me this time. . ."
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The three of them were silent on the plane that they were in. Harry, Hermione, and Wade had spent hours on their seats with Hermione not taking Draco off her mind. Wade was taken in a deep slumber, curled up in his seat.
"Harry, I honestly don't think that leaving Draco alone is the best choice. I mean danger tails him everywhere he goes. I have to be there with him. I can't just sit here and do nothing when my husband is bloody looking around for any sign of anyone who'd take his life away. . .", said Hermione in a voice full of conviction, only to soften at the sight of Harry flinching at her words.
"You know that Draco will never make you lose your own lives for him. He will go by all means to protect his family. I mean, who would have thought? The old snob of a bastardly ferret boy Draco Malfoy-Quidditch Captain- School Heartthrob would ever be the perfect gentleman for his family? You know where I'm getting at now don't you?"
"Yeah, I do Harry but you can't make me feel complacent over this matter. It's Draco's drive for adventure and his own self-worth that frightens me. I know he's plotting ways to kill his father. I know him Harry. He can do whatever he wants without feeling sorry for it. Once he got his head fixed on his plans, there is no stopping him. If I was in his place, I would have done the same for my family, but Harry, do understand, I've lost him once already for how long a time. I had to raise Wade alone without him. I had to put up with making people believe that I'm not a broken person when I lost the father of my child. It's not that I'm not thankful you ever came to my life but you know how it is Harry. Draco is the father of my child. I know he loves Wade even from the gap that separated us. He had not felt much of a father, I could tell. And now, I'm more than sure that he will make it up for Wade. He wouldn't want his child to bear being under the control of Lucius. Draco wouldn't allow Lucius to succeed with his evil plans. And yes, there's the matter over the powers of the real Dark Lord. . ."
Harry clutched Hermione's hand tight in a ball. "You worry too much Mione. Relax. Everything will be okay. . ."
"No Harry. You don't understand it do you? Draco's told me that the power of the Dark Lord was parted to him and to Wade. To who between them is stronger, we don't know. But I know for a fact that even if Wade is weaker than Draco, he will soon outwit the powers of a full-grown man. . . not to mention that Lucius had been intervening too much already. He hates Draco too much now that he will make sure that Draco will suffer for all he did. They will battle--- Draco's men against Lucius'. Blood against blood. Father against son. Son against father. Death Eater against Death Eater. Pure evil against pure evil. It's such a horrid thought. And what I see in it is something far worse---that Wade will get in between."
Hermione's tears fell from her red eyes. She had been crying too much and felt overly saturated already. She continued, "The battle will cause many deaths Harry. . . too many innocent lives will be sacrificed. The Dark Ages will again rule until the time that one of them emerges as the winner. And Harry, one of them will die. . . either Draco or Lucius I don't see quite clearly. . . and Wade. . . and Wade. . . He will die too. . ."
At the sight of Hermione trembling in fear, Harry took his securing arms around Hermione and embraced her suringly. "How did you know Mione? How? It can't happen. . .Wade can't die. . ."
Hermione came to a point of bawling like a child, luckily, most of the passengers on the plane were already asleep. "He will Harry. . . Wade will die. . . I can't let him die. I have to stop Draco before he confronts Lucius. . . Lucius will use Wade against Draco and son against father, they will battle for power. . . it's too much already Harry. I wouldn't take it if one of them died."
"Tell me Mione, how do you know all these things?" asked Harry in a firm voice, though not harsh.
"It will happen Harry. It will surely happen very soon."
"Tell me exactly how you knew."
"I'm a Seer Harry. Isn't it too obvious already? Remember back at Hogwarts, I told you that we would live in the same house. And we did. . . only that I didn't tell you we were to get married. And before Ron got accepted at the Ministry, I told you about it didn't I? And Dumbledore's fatal sickness. . . didn't I tell you about it too? And Draco taking over Voldemort's powers. . . I told you about it too. . . I see it all in my mind Harry. . . it's already scaring the shit out of me. . ."
Hermione felt so weak, so vulnerable to breaking down just like a limp doll. If the earth could only swallow her whole and lose her in a pit, she would gladly allow it. She was too fed up and it was the first time she ever told someone that she was a Seer all those time. . . and Harry realized at last why Hermione never got peace out of leaving Draco alone. . . for she saw everything that was in the future, and she wasn't any Professor Trelawney-phony kind of Seer. . . she was for real. She had seen everything in her mind and everything came true.
"How will Wade die?"
"I DON'T KNOW HARRY! I DON'T KNOW! YOU'RE EXPECTING ME TO LOOK INTO MY SON'S DEATH---HOW COULD YOU? IT'S LIKE I'M ALLOWING ALL THAT TO HAPPEN?"
"Hush Mione, you're going to wake everyone up", said Harry with Hermione still wrapped safely in his arms.
"I'm so afraid Harry. . . how I wish I was just a child again."
"Hermione, you've got to help me out with this. If you don't want Wade to die, you have to cooperate."
Hermione drew away from their embrace and asked. She was ready to listen.
"I know it would be hard for you to do this but you've got to tell me. . . how will Wade die?"
Hermione shook her head. "No Harry. Don't push me, I beg of you. . ."
"I'm not pushing you to think about it since you already know the answer to my question. You already saw it. You've got to face it now Mione. You've got to tell me how will Wade die."
Harry stared intently into Hermione's auburn eyes. He saw from those brown orbs that Hermione was being torn apart the more that he pushed her to spill. But he had to. . .
"Harry, I can't. . ."
"Why?"
"It's against the law. I can't tell anyone any part of the future under their command. It's my conscious mind that got the visions and not my subconscious. I can't tell anything that my real mind holds. I will be causing some worse disturbances by the time that the visions are about to come true. I can't make it any worse than this. You have to understand that as much as I want to tell you how, I couldn't. It would be like selling Wade's soul to the Devil. I will never do that for Chrissake."
"You will never allow death to take Wade away but you aren't willing to pay the price of telling me now how we will lose him."
"I sure am not!"
"If you don't want the visions in your head to come true, you have to tell me."
"What for?"
"I will stop it from happening, whatever it takes. . ."
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No one expected it, perhaps exception for Hermione, that Draco was back at his father's manor in no time. He was motivated to kill him. It was out of pure animal instinct that he went to that place without having a concrete plan in his head. It somehow scared the hell out of Draco that he was coming unprepared. Not even with his men. How could he be so stupid? Yes, there's the bottle of silver dusts that Harry gave him but the problem was he didn't know what it's for. If he ever figured it out, it could be too late. It was all adrenaline rush. Draco had to succumb to it. He couldn't simply wait for their deaths to come. He had to come to it. But of course, he had to make sure Lucius dies first before he would, for there would be no honour for him if he wasn't to witness his father breathing heavily to a stagnate stop. Yes, for one thing, Draco was willing to offer his life for the freedom of his family. Though that, he was to make sure that if he was to die in the process, Lucius was to die first.
No knock came from Draco's firm knuckles. The door to his father's dungeon had opened at will. And when the door did open, Draco witnessed about a hundred Death Eaters around on some sort of bleachers and Lucius was sitting in the middle of them all, staring indignantly at him, as if they weren't kin at all.
"I was expecting you Draco. . . how lovely for you to grace us with your presence. . ." snarled Lucius maliciously.
Draco obviously was outnumbered. He never thought of bringing his own men. He battled with his mind and ended up convincing himself that he didn't need anyone to help him out. The matter was between him and Lucius, so he obliged not talking anyone else from his camp to take part in their duel.
"And I expected you to expect my lovely presence dear father. . . I've been missing you terribly. . ." hissed Draco sarcastically.
"Ah dear. . . OFF WITH IT DRACO. I know why you're here. You already found out that I have been controlling your mudblood son's mind to bring about chaos in your perfect life. But you can't have your perfect life back Draco. . .you've lost it once and now I'm not giving you the chance to take it back again. You will not leave this place alive Draco. You know you won't and I admire your bravery for coming up to me without anyone to defend you and your royal bloody arse. . . pity those girls who will be missing your pretty face on the cover of teen and witch magazines and print ads that are naturally adorned by your oh-so-beautiful face. . ." Lucius heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes. "Makes me want to puke. . . So anyway, want any drink before we talk about BUSINESS?"
"Thanks but not thanks. I know you'd poison me. I'm positive about it."
Lucius scoffed. "Clever Draco. . . clever. I've taught you well enough of dirty tactics and fraudulence."
"And I must be thankful to no one that you did teach me that nonsense."
Lucius smirked. "What do you want Draco? Do you want your family's life back? Do you want their freedom back without my intervention?"
"Yes." Draco was so firm he could have broken glasses with his voice.
"But you shall pay the price." Lucius played an evil grin on his thin lips.
"Whatever it is, I'll take it."
"You're too brave Draco. Too brave you are that you frighten me."
"You've made my life a living hell and I bet I could stand with another one for my family."
"Do you even have an idea what the consequence will be? Do you Draco?"
"I don't care what it is. Just give them their freedom back."
"You haven't been too discreet about your emotions for that Mudblood. I honestly could not see anything beautiful with her. Well perhaps she's a good slut in bed, I wouldn't know. Maybe some time I could try her to compare with your mother. . . well on second thoughts, I am not touching her.. even the thought scares the hell out of my nerves."
"Don't you even think about Lucius."
"Push me Draco and I will. Hold me to my word I will. You know it's your half-life hanging over your head now if you won't stop loving that Mudblood bitch."
"DO NOT CALL HER A BITCH YOU BASTARD!"
"Now isn't she? She married you and then married a sorry excuse for being a famous scarhead of a boy Potter. . .how pathetic. Two men under her thin fingers---"
"Don't dare talk about how she looks."
"Afraid that I've mastered every part of her already? Fear me now Draco. You can't hide the fact that I do know every inch of her."
"I don't care just goddamnit hold your horses and never dare touch her!"
Lucius stifled a yawn. "You're way too boring for me son. If you are ready to take your punishment then let's cut the crap and get on to it. I have other business to attend to."
"Really now? I thought it was just you trying to make every inch of my so- called perfect life my living hell. Well father, thank you very much for that. I do appreciate your kindness." Draco mocked Lucius that certainly irritated the old man.
"You're welcome Draco. . . now give me your wand."
"What for?"
"Your punishment."
"No wand? Are you mad? We are supposed to be fighting until one of us dies. . .I'm not here for punishment if you really want to know the truth. I'm here to fight you man-to-man."
"Man-to-man Draco? Are you kidding me? You're barely a father to your son. You haven't grown-up of everything you hold dear. I expect I've taught you well enough to always allow change in your life grow up!"
"I think there's no room here for you reminding me how you made me void of my emotions only to find it in the person you're most anxious to kill."
Draco ran gravely towards the place that Lucius was, too anxious to strangle his father to death. What he didn't saw coming was the fast burst of sparks from Lucius' long and firm fingers that initiated their fight.
The young Malfoy was thrown backwards without him knowing until the time that he felt that his body slammed fatally on the cold stonewalls of the dungeons. Draco fell hard with a thump on the moist floor.
Warm, sticky liquid touched Draco's beautiful pale-stricken face. . . blood had just escaped from a mortal wound on his head. . .
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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*hides under the desk*
I'm sorry I didn't intend to cut this chapter short. I'm facing a really huge problem. I have to start changing my writing style I swear! I'm not getting the satisfaction I need when I'm writing. I'm sorry if I won't be updating for some time but I swear I will come back for more, for better chapters for all of my fics. . .
I really think I'm boring the hell out of you guys. I swear I'll get better in writing soon.
Anyway, thanks for reading this and please, please review! It really helps boost my ego yknow. . . the more reviews I get the more inspired I become!
Thanks to those who already did. I have my final exams this week until Wednesday then I have the whole time until I don't know when to get back to writing. Hopefully, I get to finish typing the fics with definite chapter endings (those I wrote on paper---they're all done) before the summer here ends. (btw, summer here is from 3rd week of March up to the first week of June. If I get to this uni that I've been accepted to, I'll go back to school as a bona fide college freshman by the third week of May)
Tulaloo!
Chapter 12 Used
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Draco sat wondering at the silent wonder in his hand. Harry had just handed him a bottle that had mysterious dusts for a content. If all was working not as he planned it, he would have to act on it on his own. Lucius had a terrible way of convincing Wade to do things against his will and Draco knew well that if there was anything that Wade shouldn't experience in his lifetime, it was to be under someone who doesn't even deserve a tinge of respect.
In a hardened resolve, Draco stood from where he sat and collected his things from his closet. He had to leave at once. Staying too long in one place wasn't advisable for his life at that moment. He knew well that Hermione and Wade were safer with Harry around than actually having HIM around. Under his heavy, hating breathing, Draco mumbled, "Now it's Lucius or me this time. . ."
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The three of them were silent on the plane that they were in. Harry, Hermione, and Wade had spent hours on their seats with Hermione not taking Draco off her mind. Wade was taken in a deep slumber, curled up in his seat.
"Harry, I honestly don't think that leaving Draco alone is the best choice. I mean danger tails him everywhere he goes. I have to be there with him. I can't just sit here and do nothing when my husband is bloody looking around for any sign of anyone who'd take his life away. . .", said Hermione in a voice full of conviction, only to soften at the sight of Harry flinching at her words.
"You know that Draco will never make you lose your own lives for him. He will go by all means to protect his family. I mean, who would have thought? The old snob of a bastardly ferret boy Draco Malfoy-Quidditch Captain- School Heartthrob would ever be the perfect gentleman for his family? You know where I'm getting at now don't you?"
"Yeah, I do Harry but you can't make me feel complacent over this matter. It's Draco's drive for adventure and his own self-worth that frightens me. I know he's plotting ways to kill his father. I know him Harry. He can do whatever he wants without feeling sorry for it. Once he got his head fixed on his plans, there is no stopping him. If I was in his place, I would have done the same for my family, but Harry, do understand, I've lost him once already for how long a time. I had to raise Wade alone without him. I had to put up with making people believe that I'm not a broken person when I lost the father of my child. It's not that I'm not thankful you ever came to my life but you know how it is Harry. Draco is the father of my child. I know he loves Wade even from the gap that separated us. He had not felt much of a father, I could tell. And now, I'm more than sure that he will make it up for Wade. He wouldn't want his child to bear being under the control of Lucius. Draco wouldn't allow Lucius to succeed with his evil plans. And yes, there's the matter over the powers of the real Dark Lord. . ."
Harry clutched Hermione's hand tight in a ball. "You worry too much Mione. Relax. Everything will be okay. . ."
"No Harry. You don't understand it do you? Draco's told me that the power of the Dark Lord was parted to him and to Wade. To who between them is stronger, we don't know. But I know for a fact that even if Wade is weaker than Draco, he will soon outwit the powers of a full-grown man. . . not to mention that Lucius had been intervening too much already. He hates Draco too much now that he will make sure that Draco will suffer for all he did. They will battle--- Draco's men against Lucius'. Blood against blood. Father against son. Son against father. Death Eater against Death Eater. Pure evil against pure evil. It's such a horrid thought. And what I see in it is something far worse---that Wade will get in between."
Hermione's tears fell from her red eyes. She had been crying too much and felt overly saturated already. She continued, "The battle will cause many deaths Harry. . . too many innocent lives will be sacrificed. The Dark Ages will again rule until the time that one of them emerges as the winner. And Harry, one of them will die. . . either Draco or Lucius I don't see quite clearly. . . and Wade. . . and Wade. . . He will die too. . ."
At the sight of Hermione trembling in fear, Harry took his securing arms around Hermione and embraced her suringly. "How did you know Mione? How? It can't happen. . .Wade can't die. . ."
Hermione came to a point of bawling like a child, luckily, most of the passengers on the plane were already asleep. "He will Harry. . . Wade will die. . . I can't let him die. I have to stop Draco before he confronts Lucius. . . Lucius will use Wade against Draco and son against father, they will battle for power. . . it's too much already Harry. I wouldn't take it if one of them died."
"Tell me Mione, how do you know all these things?" asked Harry in a firm voice, though not harsh.
"It will happen Harry. It will surely happen very soon."
"Tell me exactly how you knew."
"I'm a Seer Harry. Isn't it too obvious already? Remember back at Hogwarts, I told you that we would live in the same house. And we did. . . only that I didn't tell you we were to get married. And before Ron got accepted at the Ministry, I told you about it didn't I? And Dumbledore's fatal sickness. . . didn't I tell you about it too? And Draco taking over Voldemort's powers. . . I told you about it too. . . I see it all in my mind Harry. . . it's already scaring the shit out of me. . ."
Hermione felt so weak, so vulnerable to breaking down just like a limp doll. If the earth could only swallow her whole and lose her in a pit, she would gladly allow it. She was too fed up and it was the first time she ever told someone that she was a Seer all those time. . . and Harry realized at last why Hermione never got peace out of leaving Draco alone. . . for she saw everything that was in the future, and she wasn't any Professor Trelawney-phony kind of Seer. . . she was for real. She had seen everything in her mind and everything came true.
"How will Wade die?"
"I DON'T KNOW HARRY! I DON'T KNOW! YOU'RE EXPECTING ME TO LOOK INTO MY SON'S DEATH---HOW COULD YOU? IT'S LIKE I'M ALLOWING ALL THAT TO HAPPEN?"
"Hush Mione, you're going to wake everyone up", said Harry with Hermione still wrapped safely in his arms.
"I'm so afraid Harry. . . how I wish I was just a child again."
"Hermione, you've got to help me out with this. If you don't want Wade to die, you have to cooperate."
Hermione drew away from their embrace and asked. She was ready to listen.
"I know it would be hard for you to do this but you've got to tell me. . . how will Wade die?"
Hermione shook her head. "No Harry. Don't push me, I beg of you. . ."
"I'm not pushing you to think about it since you already know the answer to my question. You already saw it. You've got to face it now Mione. You've got to tell me how will Wade die."
Harry stared intently into Hermione's auburn eyes. He saw from those brown orbs that Hermione was being torn apart the more that he pushed her to spill. But he had to. . .
"Harry, I can't. . ."
"Why?"
"It's against the law. I can't tell anyone any part of the future under their command. It's my conscious mind that got the visions and not my subconscious. I can't tell anything that my real mind holds. I will be causing some worse disturbances by the time that the visions are about to come true. I can't make it any worse than this. You have to understand that as much as I want to tell you how, I couldn't. It would be like selling Wade's soul to the Devil. I will never do that for Chrissake."
"You will never allow death to take Wade away but you aren't willing to pay the price of telling me now how we will lose him."
"I sure am not!"
"If you don't want the visions in your head to come true, you have to tell me."
"What for?"
"I will stop it from happening, whatever it takes. . ."
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No one expected it, perhaps exception for Hermione, that Draco was back at his father's manor in no time. He was motivated to kill him. It was out of pure animal instinct that he went to that place without having a concrete plan in his head. It somehow scared the hell out of Draco that he was coming unprepared. Not even with his men. How could he be so stupid? Yes, there's the bottle of silver dusts that Harry gave him but the problem was he didn't know what it's for. If he ever figured it out, it could be too late. It was all adrenaline rush. Draco had to succumb to it. He couldn't simply wait for their deaths to come. He had to come to it. But of course, he had to make sure Lucius dies first before he would, for there would be no honour for him if he wasn't to witness his father breathing heavily to a stagnate stop. Yes, for one thing, Draco was willing to offer his life for the freedom of his family. Though that, he was to make sure that if he was to die in the process, Lucius was to die first.
No knock came from Draco's firm knuckles. The door to his father's dungeon had opened at will. And when the door did open, Draco witnessed about a hundred Death Eaters around on some sort of bleachers and Lucius was sitting in the middle of them all, staring indignantly at him, as if they weren't kin at all.
"I was expecting you Draco. . . how lovely for you to grace us with your presence. . ." snarled Lucius maliciously.
Draco obviously was outnumbered. He never thought of bringing his own men. He battled with his mind and ended up convincing himself that he didn't need anyone to help him out. The matter was between him and Lucius, so he obliged not talking anyone else from his camp to take part in their duel.
"And I expected you to expect my lovely presence dear father. . . I've been missing you terribly. . ." hissed Draco sarcastically.
"Ah dear. . . OFF WITH IT DRACO. I know why you're here. You already found out that I have been controlling your mudblood son's mind to bring about chaos in your perfect life. But you can't have your perfect life back Draco. . .you've lost it once and now I'm not giving you the chance to take it back again. You will not leave this place alive Draco. You know you won't and I admire your bravery for coming up to me without anyone to defend you and your royal bloody arse. . . pity those girls who will be missing your pretty face on the cover of teen and witch magazines and print ads that are naturally adorned by your oh-so-beautiful face. . ." Lucius heaved a sigh and rolled his eyes. "Makes me want to puke. . . So anyway, want any drink before we talk about BUSINESS?"
"Thanks but not thanks. I know you'd poison me. I'm positive about it."
Lucius scoffed. "Clever Draco. . . clever. I've taught you well enough of dirty tactics and fraudulence."
"And I must be thankful to no one that you did teach me that nonsense."
Lucius smirked. "What do you want Draco? Do you want your family's life back? Do you want their freedom back without my intervention?"
"Yes." Draco was so firm he could have broken glasses with his voice.
"But you shall pay the price." Lucius played an evil grin on his thin lips.
"Whatever it is, I'll take it."
"You're too brave Draco. Too brave you are that you frighten me."
"You've made my life a living hell and I bet I could stand with another one for my family."
"Do you even have an idea what the consequence will be? Do you Draco?"
"I don't care what it is. Just give them their freedom back."
"You haven't been too discreet about your emotions for that Mudblood. I honestly could not see anything beautiful with her. Well perhaps she's a good slut in bed, I wouldn't know. Maybe some time I could try her to compare with your mother. . . well on second thoughts, I am not touching her.. even the thought scares the hell out of my nerves."
"Don't you even think about Lucius."
"Push me Draco and I will. Hold me to my word I will. You know it's your half-life hanging over your head now if you won't stop loving that Mudblood bitch."
"DO NOT CALL HER A BITCH YOU BASTARD!"
"Now isn't she? She married you and then married a sorry excuse for being a famous scarhead of a boy Potter. . .how pathetic. Two men under her thin fingers---"
"Don't dare talk about how she looks."
"Afraid that I've mastered every part of her already? Fear me now Draco. You can't hide the fact that I do know every inch of her."
"I don't care just goddamnit hold your horses and never dare touch her!"
Lucius stifled a yawn. "You're way too boring for me son. If you are ready to take your punishment then let's cut the crap and get on to it. I have other business to attend to."
"Really now? I thought it was just you trying to make every inch of my so- called perfect life my living hell. Well father, thank you very much for that. I do appreciate your kindness." Draco mocked Lucius that certainly irritated the old man.
"You're welcome Draco. . . now give me your wand."
"What for?"
"Your punishment."
"No wand? Are you mad? We are supposed to be fighting until one of us dies. . .I'm not here for punishment if you really want to know the truth. I'm here to fight you man-to-man."
"Man-to-man Draco? Are you kidding me? You're barely a father to your son. You haven't grown-up of everything you hold dear. I expect I've taught you well enough to always allow change in your life grow up!"
"I think there's no room here for you reminding me how you made me void of my emotions only to find it in the person you're most anxious to kill."
Draco ran gravely towards the place that Lucius was, too anxious to strangle his father to death. What he didn't saw coming was the fast burst of sparks from Lucius' long and firm fingers that initiated their fight.
The young Malfoy was thrown backwards without him knowing until the time that he felt that his body slammed fatally on the cold stonewalls of the dungeons. Draco fell hard with a thump on the moist floor.
Warm, sticky liquid touched Draco's beautiful pale-stricken face. . . blood had just escaped from a mortal wound on his head. . .
~Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns characters, setting, etc. Except: the plot is mine.~
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*hides under the desk*
I'm sorry I didn't intend to cut this chapter short. I'm facing a really huge problem. I have to start changing my writing style I swear! I'm not getting the satisfaction I need when I'm writing. I'm sorry if I won't be updating for some time but I swear I will come back for more, for better chapters for all of my fics. . .
I really think I'm boring the hell out of you guys. I swear I'll get better in writing soon.
Anyway, thanks for reading this and please, please review! It really helps boost my ego yknow. . . the more reviews I get the more inspired I become!
Thanks to those who already did. I have my final exams this week until Wednesday then I have the whole time until I don't know when to get back to writing. Hopefully, I get to finish typing the fics with definite chapter endings (those I wrote on paper---they're all done) before the summer here ends. (btw, summer here is from 3rd week of March up to the first week of June. If I get to this uni that I've been accepted to, I'll go back to school as a bona fide college freshman by the third week of May)
Tulaloo!