Chapter 3
Flowers and chocolate (yum)
Draco scowled into the window of his room, it was a terrible, rotten, evil, EVIL, day. The sun was high in the sky, blazing brightly. Indeed, he'd soon have to give up his window scowling to avoid sunburn. But his sensitive skin was only part of the weather problem.
The outside didn't match his mood at all, not a damned cloud in the sky.
Thwarted by the weather's constant refusal to bow to his ever changing moods, Draco sat in a room high in the tower of Hogwarts, the only place that would take.
Apparently none of his aunts and uncles wanted a "cursed" child living with them (that and he was quite notorious of being a little prick, like all Malfoys). Draco touched his scarred cheek. A thin pale crescent. No amount of magic could remove it. The wound itself was small, nothing that warranted any amount of scarege.
And a nasty little rumor started to circulate that maybe he was cursed. Maybe they shouldn't be around him, lest they get the curse cooties too.
"Hahah, like there's ever been a day when I haven't been cursed," he thought darkly.
A soft knock on the door averted his attention from his self pitying thoughts.
"Draco? Are you in here?"
He ignored it and returned his gaze out the window, hmm, clouds.
"Draco," Dumbledore stepped in, "Oh, you are here, you can stay quiet when you want to."
No reply.
"Ah, I just came to remind you of school, it's not too far away now."
No response.
He shifted uncomfortably. "Um, so how have you been these past days."
Response zilcho.
"Well, you sure can make a person feel uncomfortable."
"Thank you."
A small smile flitted across Dumbledore's face as he shook his head and left the room.
In his room were Flowers. Loads of them, they kept coming faster then he could get rid of them, and oh, how he wanted rid of them. Their fragrance of insincerity was choking him.
Unfortunately, it was too hot for a fire(=D) But besides the flowers, there was chocolate. His number one security blanket. There were boxes of the stuff scattered throughout his room. However, he was sure to stay away from the chocolate frogs. Something about a squirming amphibian in his mouth just didn't agree with him.
And they squished. SQUISHED. He didn't need that going on in his mouth. Thinking about chocolate suddenly gave him an incredibly craving. He shifted through the empty boxes, he moved to his bed and laid on it, moving his hand under the bed for a blind search for candies. His hand felt a hard edge of a box, he dragged it out and opened it.
Two orangey red eyes peered back at him.
"Ew."
It blinked, one eye at a time.
"Gross!" He carried the box to his window, and opened it, "Can't stay here, Be free 'O Chocolate." The frog blinked at the fresh air, then hopped off the ledge. Luckily the sky was darkening a little, the little fella might make it.
The opened window let in a cool breeze, perhaps...cool enough for a nice little...fire?
He grinned with malice as he pulled out his wand and advanced on the offending flowers.
Burning things was always an entertaining way to pass the time. Draco concentrated on the magic words, and a small tip of flame lit up on the tip of his wand. He connected his wand to each flower, lazily watching them burn.
As he finished blazing a particularly disgusting batch of poises, he turned his attention to a plotted plant. The only one there. He poked the flower, he didn't recognize the species. It looked like a kind of tulip, with a dark red shiny color where ever the sun hit it, and a silver color where ever the sun didn't catch it.
Draco noticed a modest little tag tied on with twine to the stem. He flipped it open, but the only thing that was written on the card with large sloppy, loopy handwriting, was "Get well soon". He looked at the plant suspiciously. It almost seemed sincere.
"You trying to trick me?" Asked Draco accusingly, "I'm too smart for you, little flower, take that." He poked the flower with his lit wand, igniting it.
He stood back to watch his handy work play out, smiling arrogantly.
As of the nature of bullies, he felt joy in torturing something smaller then himself (not many things were smaller then him). His arrogating was quickly abandoned as he saw the flower writhe a little, then turn different misty colors. Green, blue, bluish green, red, sliverish, silverish red.
Draco glared at the metamorphosing flower.
Now his curiosity would keep him up all night until he found out about that damnedable flower.
Flowers and chocolate (yum)
Draco scowled into the window of his room, it was a terrible, rotten, evil, EVIL, day. The sun was high in the sky, blazing brightly. Indeed, he'd soon have to give up his window scowling to avoid sunburn. But his sensitive skin was only part of the weather problem.
The outside didn't match his mood at all, not a damned cloud in the sky.
Thwarted by the weather's constant refusal to bow to his ever changing moods, Draco sat in a room high in the tower of Hogwarts, the only place that would take.
Apparently none of his aunts and uncles wanted a "cursed" child living with them (that and he was quite notorious of being a little prick, like all Malfoys). Draco touched his scarred cheek. A thin pale crescent. No amount of magic could remove it. The wound itself was small, nothing that warranted any amount of scarege.
And a nasty little rumor started to circulate that maybe he was cursed. Maybe they shouldn't be around him, lest they get the curse cooties too.
"Hahah, like there's ever been a day when I haven't been cursed," he thought darkly.
A soft knock on the door averted his attention from his self pitying thoughts.
"Draco? Are you in here?"
He ignored it and returned his gaze out the window, hmm, clouds.
"Draco," Dumbledore stepped in, "Oh, you are here, you can stay quiet when you want to."
No reply.
"Ah, I just came to remind you of school, it's not too far away now."
No response.
He shifted uncomfortably. "Um, so how have you been these past days."
Response zilcho.
"Well, you sure can make a person feel uncomfortable."
"Thank you."
A small smile flitted across Dumbledore's face as he shook his head and left the room.
In his room were Flowers. Loads of them, they kept coming faster then he could get rid of them, and oh, how he wanted rid of them. Their fragrance of insincerity was choking him.
Unfortunately, it was too hot for a fire(=D) But besides the flowers, there was chocolate. His number one security blanket. There were boxes of the stuff scattered throughout his room. However, he was sure to stay away from the chocolate frogs. Something about a squirming amphibian in his mouth just didn't agree with him.
And they squished. SQUISHED. He didn't need that going on in his mouth. Thinking about chocolate suddenly gave him an incredibly craving. He shifted through the empty boxes, he moved to his bed and laid on it, moving his hand under the bed for a blind search for candies. His hand felt a hard edge of a box, he dragged it out and opened it.
Two orangey red eyes peered back at him.
"Ew."
It blinked, one eye at a time.
"Gross!" He carried the box to his window, and opened it, "Can't stay here, Be free 'O Chocolate." The frog blinked at the fresh air, then hopped off the ledge. Luckily the sky was darkening a little, the little fella might make it.
The opened window let in a cool breeze, perhaps...cool enough for a nice little...fire?
He grinned with malice as he pulled out his wand and advanced on the offending flowers.
Burning things was always an entertaining way to pass the time. Draco concentrated on the magic words, and a small tip of flame lit up on the tip of his wand. He connected his wand to each flower, lazily watching them burn.
As he finished blazing a particularly disgusting batch of poises, he turned his attention to a plotted plant. The only one there. He poked the flower, he didn't recognize the species. It looked like a kind of tulip, with a dark red shiny color where ever the sun hit it, and a silver color where ever the sun didn't catch it.
Draco noticed a modest little tag tied on with twine to the stem. He flipped it open, but the only thing that was written on the card with large sloppy, loopy handwriting, was "Get well soon". He looked at the plant suspiciously. It almost seemed sincere.
"You trying to trick me?" Asked Draco accusingly, "I'm too smart for you, little flower, take that." He poked the flower with his lit wand, igniting it.
He stood back to watch his handy work play out, smiling arrogantly.
As of the nature of bullies, he felt joy in torturing something smaller then himself (not many things were smaller then him). His arrogating was quickly abandoned as he saw the flower writhe a little, then turn different misty colors. Green, blue, bluish green, red, sliverish, silverish red.
Draco glared at the metamorphosing flower.
Now his curiosity would keep him up all night until he found out about that damnedable flower.