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Chapter 10
Chapter 10
He knocked once and had no response. He knocked again and nothing. He waited a bit before heading back down to the dungeons. She was probably fast asleep. He wanted to know why she was so upset when she left the Great Hall. He could see something was wrong. She had about three bites of food in between her poking, and playing at it with her fork. He figured it was her welcome from the students, but he would think that she would be happy and appreciative of it.
As he reached the dungeons he heard giggles behind a hanging tapestry. He looked down and saw two pairs of feet intertwined. He smiled to himself mischievously. He remembered being back there once or twice with a few of his female housemates. They had never been caught because he was smart enough to put a silencing spell around it.
They hadn't heard him. He heard a girl giggle again and then a male voice, "Shhh, don't want to get caught."
Draco stepped right up to it and pulled the tapestry back quickly, "Well, well, someone has found my old hiding place!"
The girl screeched and ran towards the common room. Draco let her go. The boy tried to follow but Draco grabbed his arm. The boy stopped struggling and looked at his captor with fear in his eyes.
"Ah! Young Flint! Your brother would be disappointed in your skills of indiscretion. He never got caught with a girl," Draco sneered at the boy.
"Hands off me Mudblood lover!" the boy was not looking Draco in the eye.
Draco tightened his grip on the boys on making him gasp in pain, "What did you say to me?" The boy ignored him, "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?" Draco was fuming.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"You didn't mean it? I doubt that Billy." Draco loosened his grip a bit on the boys arm, "If you say that word within my hearing distance again," he paused and smiled at the boy, "Don't test me, you will be very sorry," he let go of the boy, "That's ten points Mr. Flint and five more for your girlfriend."
The boy looked at Draco with hatred, "My brother is dead because of you, you're a traitor. I know the truth, most of my housemates don't, but I do. You turned your back on your friends and-"
Draco grabbed the boys arm again, "Your brother was no more a friend than the sky is green and the grass violet. I – " He stopped, "Get too bed now before I ruin your perfect image of Marcus."
He let go once more and the boy ran off to the common room.
Draco was filled with rage. How could there still be ignorance like that after the war that took place not even two years ago. He stormed to his quarters and slammed the door. He thought back to the day before when he was discussing his lack of friendships at school with Hermione. Marcus Flint wasn't a friend, he knew that now.
He thought of what Billy said, how it was his fault Marcus was dead. It was the truth. Flint was at one of the many Death Eater meetings Draco had informed Dumbledore of. Marcus was killed by the wand of Kingsley Shockbolt.
Draco was glad to hear Marcus was killed. He recalled the day he watched him torture two muggle children no older than eight years old. Draco couldn't stop him. That would break his cover. Draco saw the Death Eaters hand out countless tortures and deaths. Not being able to stop any of it. He still had nightmares about it. The screaming, the crying, the laughing from the monsters that were doing it.
Draco poured a glass of fire whiskey and loosened his tie. He slumped into an oversized armchair. He sipped his drink and laid his head back. Tomorrow was the first day of classes. Was he going to have to deal with little gits like Billy Flint all day? He drifted to sleep. He saw himself in a house, lights on. He heard cries from the next room. He glided towards it. He saw a form crumpled on the floor. Above it was his father laughing as he kept hitting it with spells. Lucius looked up at Draco, "This is quite fun my boy, you should try it."
Draco glided towards his father and pulled out his wand. He pointed it at the figure whose face was coming into view, "I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY, I HATE YOU!" Hermione Granger was screaming at him as blood was trickling down her face, "YOU KILLED MY PARENTS! I HATE YOU!"
This is short, I know, but I really liked the idea of ending it there. 11 will be up shortly. Keep the reviews coming!
Chapter 10
He knocked once and had no response. He knocked again and nothing. He waited a bit before heading back down to the dungeons. She was probably fast asleep. He wanted to know why she was so upset when she left the Great Hall. He could see something was wrong. She had about three bites of food in between her poking, and playing at it with her fork. He figured it was her welcome from the students, but he would think that she would be happy and appreciative of it.
As he reached the dungeons he heard giggles behind a hanging tapestry. He looked down and saw two pairs of feet intertwined. He smiled to himself mischievously. He remembered being back there once or twice with a few of his female housemates. They had never been caught because he was smart enough to put a silencing spell around it.
They hadn't heard him. He heard a girl giggle again and then a male voice, "Shhh, don't want to get caught."
Draco stepped right up to it and pulled the tapestry back quickly, "Well, well, someone has found my old hiding place!"
The girl screeched and ran towards the common room. Draco let her go. The boy tried to follow but Draco grabbed his arm. The boy stopped struggling and looked at his captor with fear in his eyes.
"Ah! Young Flint! Your brother would be disappointed in your skills of indiscretion. He never got caught with a girl," Draco sneered at the boy.
"Hands off me Mudblood lover!" the boy was not looking Draco in the eye.
Draco tightened his grip on the boys on making him gasp in pain, "What did you say to me?" The boy ignored him, "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME?" Draco was fuming.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't-"
"You didn't mean it? I doubt that Billy." Draco loosened his grip a bit on the boys arm, "If you say that word within my hearing distance again," he paused and smiled at the boy, "Don't test me, you will be very sorry," he let go of the boy, "That's ten points Mr. Flint and five more for your girlfriend."
The boy looked at Draco with hatred, "My brother is dead because of you, you're a traitor. I know the truth, most of my housemates don't, but I do. You turned your back on your friends and-"
Draco grabbed the boys arm again, "Your brother was no more a friend than the sky is green and the grass violet. I – " He stopped, "Get too bed now before I ruin your perfect image of Marcus."
He let go once more and the boy ran off to the common room.
Draco was filled with rage. How could there still be ignorance like that after the war that took place not even two years ago. He stormed to his quarters and slammed the door. He thought back to the day before when he was discussing his lack of friendships at school with Hermione. Marcus Flint wasn't a friend, he knew that now.
He thought of what Billy said, how it was his fault Marcus was dead. It was the truth. Flint was at one of the many Death Eater meetings Draco had informed Dumbledore of. Marcus was killed by the wand of Kingsley Shockbolt.
Draco was glad to hear Marcus was killed. He recalled the day he watched him torture two muggle children no older than eight years old. Draco couldn't stop him. That would break his cover. Draco saw the Death Eaters hand out countless tortures and deaths. Not being able to stop any of it. He still had nightmares about it. The screaming, the crying, the laughing from the monsters that were doing it.
Draco poured a glass of fire whiskey and loosened his tie. He slumped into an oversized armchair. He sipped his drink and laid his head back. Tomorrow was the first day of classes. Was he going to have to deal with little gits like Billy Flint all day? He drifted to sleep. He saw himself in a house, lights on. He heard cries from the next room. He glided towards it. He saw a form crumpled on the floor. Above it was his father laughing as he kept hitting it with spells. Lucius looked up at Draco, "This is quite fun my boy, you should try it."
Draco glided towards his father and pulled out his wand. He pointed it at the figure whose face was coming into view, "I HATE YOU DRACO MALFOY, I HATE YOU!" Hermione Granger was screaming at him as blood was trickling down her face, "YOU KILLED MY PARENTS! I HATE YOU!"
This is short, I know, but I really liked the idea of ending it there. 11 will be up shortly. Keep the reviews coming!