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I've been sick so the chapters will come flying fast enough. Happy Holidays!
Draco felt the smooth parchment slip into his hand. He slipped it into his robe sleeve as he swept down to kiss Pansy's hand in a chivalric manner. Mr. Parkinson's stern eyes studied the gesture, as if to discern the underlying motives in Draco's expression.
"Thanks", Draco murmured so only Pansy could hear. As he stood up Mr. Parkinson stepped towards Narcissa and whispered into her ear. Her eyes widened and her face seemed to flush in a way that angered Draco. Mr. Parkinson only smiled slyly and coldly.
"Well, we will continue this conversation later, until then, I would suggest young Malfoy that you study harder and keep your head out of such little fantasies", as he said this he held up a familiar journal, "we can't have mudbloods getting ahead of us now can we.".
With this The Parkinson's left to the fire place and were gone in a flash of sparkling green flames. Draco stood there with a mix a shaking anger and bewilderment at the situation.
"How did he get my journal, I hope he didn't read it . crap, Pansy? What is he talking about?" many of these thoughts flooded his head as he stood in that moment of shaken bewilderment. Draco turned around about to go to his room when his mother stopped him.
"Draco, do you know what is going on? He means well I'm sure Draco" Narcissa looked at her son pleadingly sensing his obvious anger and embarrassment.
"Excuse me mother, I have more important business to attend to so I must take my leave from your presence", he turned on his heel towards the main hallway.
The atmosphere was thick with resentment and cold anger. Narcissa merely sighed. There was no reaching her son or husband. They would both rather fester in their anger than show it or discuss it. Even as a child Draco would never cry when he was angry for valid reasons, often or not he would whine incessantly for his father's attentions. Mrs. Malfoy walked in the opposite direction towards the solarium. Draco's clicking steps seemed to fade away.
The flurries of thoughts racing through Draco's mind were astounding. The long stretch of hall way was dimly lighted with torches. His thoughts couldn't seem to escape the map and Mr. Parkinson. He wasn't bold enough to ask his mother why she had reddened under Mr. Parkinson's breath; all he knew was that it was disturbing and he didn't want to think about it. The pictures in the gallery lay sleeping. The hour was quite later that he cared to realize. The familiar sight of his room was enough to make Draco weary. A he walked in the room felt ice cold. He quickly scanned the room for the culprit. The gently billowing drapes gave away the source of the draft. Even in the middle of summer Malfoy manor was quite chilly and drafty at night. As he closed the drapes, he gave a longing look out the window. The air felt crisp and cool against his skin. Almost every star could be seen easily on the bay window. Faint shapes of trees lay masked in the dark field outside the manor. Draco's room could easily have the best view in the entire Manor. It had the advantage of an almost panoramic view. The moment was pleasing to his mind, for a brief moment the urgency of his thoughts melted away and cooled with the night air. As quickly as the feeling came, it left him.
"Incendio", He pointed his wand towards the fire place as inviting flames crackled up into the flue. He slowly took off his robes and laid them neatly on the foot of his bed. His pallid body was not in the best of muscular shape. You could barely make out the faint ripples of abdominal muscle. He was tall however. He changed into a more comfortable sleeping set of a black t-shirt and hunter green silk lounge pants. The anticipation was rising again as his eye caught glance of the tasty parcel Pansy had slipped into his hand. He took the parchment and sat on the chaise lounge by the fire place.
"I solemnly swear I'm out for revenge", he tapped the parchment with his wand. Like earlier ink appeared on the paper with a map of Malfoy manor. He could see a faint dot where he was located and several other dots of servants milling about the miniature map.
"Narcissa Malfoy", he uttered. Immediately dialog began to appear in ink.
Bella: I have better skin than her.
Higs: try telling that to luscious over there. Hey lover boy.
Bella: You remember what happens don't you?
Higs: OWWW
Lucius: I told you, you don't like to listen do you.
Bella: I'm sorry, I have ugly skin, and she's perfect, perfect I tell you.
Higs: You mixing your last names again?
Lucius: .
Bella: I should be the one with that last name.
"Revenge accomplished", Draco didn't want to see any more.
The writing on the paper was very odd. He recognized the two of the scripts as belonging to his aunt and his father. Why all the commotion over the name of Narcissa Malfoy? He set the parchment down simply staring at it. Why on earth would his father spend his days on something so idiotic yet ingenious? Draco found himself with more questions than answers. Something struck him as odd. He was familiar with Bella and Lucius but who was Higs. Draco decided to abandon the issue and just go to bed. His journal was laying on his night stand. He opened its crisp pages and fingered through the entries. Nobody would ever think him capable of keeping a journal, let alone writing anything credible. People could be wrong. It was filled with his dreams, quotes, spells and strangely enough songs and poetry. It had started out as a place to vent about Potter and everything else that supposedly mattered and developed into a manifestation of his innermost thoughts. Suddenly his mind panicked. Mr. Parkinson had held his journal. Immediately his horror began to crash his thoughts.
"How did he get my damn journal? I left it on my bed, I would have known if he came up here!".
The flood of thoughts let to manic conclusions leading to nowhere. Until one thought seemed to make the most sense. "Pansy", he gritted to himself. It would only be logical since she was the only outsider in his room that day. Draco sat up in his bed pondering on this one thought for almost 2 hours. He couldn't sleep. Too much was on his mind to even think of shutting his eyes peacefully. Only one thing made sense to do.
Draco removed his cover and slid off of the high bed. He put his night slippers on along with a heavy robe and his wand. Draco grabbed the map and went on his way out. He creaked his heavy door open to go out into the hallway, the hushed footsteps sounded like thunder in the otherwise dead corridor.
"Out to cause trouble again aren't you?" a croaky voice boomed. "It was a night like this when that demon father of yours burned me" The picture lamented.
"If you don't want a repeat of that experience I suggest you shut up!" Draco threatened while jabbing his wand into the painting. Magnus the mad scuttled off into a different portrait while muttering obscenities
Draco now walked for what seemed like forever. He was familiar with night walking, it was a favorite pastime. It was dangerous to do it while his father was home though. Lucius would be so angered to find his son wandering around. Draco now had the leisure to do it. He finally reached his destination. his father's study.
"Aurelis Draconum Infedelis", he whispered as the door's lock clicked open. Luckily he knew the password from the many times he eavesdropped. The massive desk stood as the centerpiece of the room. Piles of documents lay in neat piles along the edge of the desk, most likely property deeds and finances. It was very dimly lit. The shelves of books surrounded the rather large working areas. Ancient and rare books were one of the many specialties of Lucius Malfoy. Many of them banned or restricted by the International Wizarding Board.
This is where Draco and Lucius had their most important talks, right down to the discussion of sex and the responsibility of an heir and so on and so forth. The dragon skull on a pedestal served as a torch holder. Draco knew what drew him here. Lucius was an ingenious, innovative but predictable man. Draco knew very well of his fathers slavery to old habit. It's the very same flaw that got him landed into Azkaban. 3 wand taps to the bottom of the desk proved that flaw. Here laid several papers, books, a picture of Narcissa and Draco as a baby and various other prized trinkets. Draco knew of the spot only because he peeped under the door one time when his parents were fighting. He reached in to retrieve the cause of his lack of sleep when there where footsteps outside of the door. The door was jostled quite violently as Draco hurried to hide. He forgot that the compartment was open. He quickly closed the secret compartment as the door flew open.
I've been sick so the chapters will come flying fast enough. Happy Holidays!
Draco felt the smooth parchment slip into his hand. He slipped it into his robe sleeve as he swept down to kiss Pansy's hand in a chivalric manner. Mr. Parkinson's stern eyes studied the gesture, as if to discern the underlying motives in Draco's expression.
"Thanks", Draco murmured so only Pansy could hear. As he stood up Mr. Parkinson stepped towards Narcissa and whispered into her ear. Her eyes widened and her face seemed to flush in a way that angered Draco. Mr. Parkinson only smiled slyly and coldly.
"Well, we will continue this conversation later, until then, I would suggest young Malfoy that you study harder and keep your head out of such little fantasies", as he said this he held up a familiar journal, "we can't have mudbloods getting ahead of us now can we.".
With this The Parkinson's left to the fire place and were gone in a flash of sparkling green flames. Draco stood there with a mix a shaking anger and bewilderment at the situation.
"How did he get my journal, I hope he didn't read it . crap, Pansy? What is he talking about?" many of these thoughts flooded his head as he stood in that moment of shaken bewilderment. Draco turned around about to go to his room when his mother stopped him.
"Draco, do you know what is going on? He means well I'm sure Draco" Narcissa looked at her son pleadingly sensing his obvious anger and embarrassment.
"Excuse me mother, I have more important business to attend to so I must take my leave from your presence", he turned on his heel towards the main hallway.
The atmosphere was thick with resentment and cold anger. Narcissa merely sighed. There was no reaching her son or husband. They would both rather fester in their anger than show it or discuss it. Even as a child Draco would never cry when he was angry for valid reasons, often or not he would whine incessantly for his father's attentions. Mrs. Malfoy walked in the opposite direction towards the solarium. Draco's clicking steps seemed to fade away.
The flurries of thoughts racing through Draco's mind were astounding. The long stretch of hall way was dimly lighted with torches. His thoughts couldn't seem to escape the map and Mr. Parkinson. He wasn't bold enough to ask his mother why she had reddened under Mr. Parkinson's breath; all he knew was that it was disturbing and he didn't want to think about it. The pictures in the gallery lay sleeping. The hour was quite later that he cared to realize. The familiar sight of his room was enough to make Draco weary. A he walked in the room felt ice cold. He quickly scanned the room for the culprit. The gently billowing drapes gave away the source of the draft. Even in the middle of summer Malfoy manor was quite chilly and drafty at night. As he closed the drapes, he gave a longing look out the window. The air felt crisp and cool against his skin. Almost every star could be seen easily on the bay window. Faint shapes of trees lay masked in the dark field outside the manor. Draco's room could easily have the best view in the entire Manor. It had the advantage of an almost panoramic view. The moment was pleasing to his mind, for a brief moment the urgency of his thoughts melted away and cooled with the night air. As quickly as the feeling came, it left him.
"Incendio", He pointed his wand towards the fire place as inviting flames crackled up into the flue. He slowly took off his robes and laid them neatly on the foot of his bed. His pallid body was not in the best of muscular shape. You could barely make out the faint ripples of abdominal muscle. He was tall however. He changed into a more comfortable sleeping set of a black t-shirt and hunter green silk lounge pants. The anticipation was rising again as his eye caught glance of the tasty parcel Pansy had slipped into his hand. He took the parchment and sat on the chaise lounge by the fire place.
"I solemnly swear I'm out for revenge", he tapped the parchment with his wand. Like earlier ink appeared on the paper with a map of Malfoy manor. He could see a faint dot where he was located and several other dots of servants milling about the miniature map.
"Narcissa Malfoy", he uttered. Immediately dialog began to appear in ink.
Bella: I have better skin than her.
Higs: try telling that to luscious over there. Hey lover boy.
Bella: You remember what happens don't you?
Higs: OWWW
Lucius: I told you, you don't like to listen do you.
Bella: I'm sorry, I have ugly skin, and she's perfect, perfect I tell you.
Higs: You mixing your last names again?
Lucius: .
Bella: I should be the one with that last name.
"Revenge accomplished", Draco didn't want to see any more.
The writing on the paper was very odd. He recognized the two of the scripts as belonging to his aunt and his father. Why all the commotion over the name of Narcissa Malfoy? He set the parchment down simply staring at it. Why on earth would his father spend his days on something so idiotic yet ingenious? Draco found himself with more questions than answers. Something struck him as odd. He was familiar with Bella and Lucius but who was Higs. Draco decided to abandon the issue and just go to bed. His journal was laying on his night stand. He opened its crisp pages and fingered through the entries. Nobody would ever think him capable of keeping a journal, let alone writing anything credible. People could be wrong. It was filled with his dreams, quotes, spells and strangely enough songs and poetry. It had started out as a place to vent about Potter and everything else that supposedly mattered and developed into a manifestation of his innermost thoughts. Suddenly his mind panicked. Mr. Parkinson had held his journal. Immediately his horror began to crash his thoughts.
"How did he get my damn journal? I left it on my bed, I would have known if he came up here!".
The flood of thoughts let to manic conclusions leading to nowhere. Until one thought seemed to make the most sense. "Pansy", he gritted to himself. It would only be logical since she was the only outsider in his room that day. Draco sat up in his bed pondering on this one thought for almost 2 hours. He couldn't sleep. Too much was on his mind to even think of shutting his eyes peacefully. Only one thing made sense to do.
Draco removed his cover and slid off of the high bed. He put his night slippers on along with a heavy robe and his wand. Draco grabbed the map and went on his way out. He creaked his heavy door open to go out into the hallway, the hushed footsteps sounded like thunder in the otherwise dead corridor.
"Out to cause trouble again aren't you?" a croaky voice boomed. "It was a night like this when that demon father of yours burned me" The picture lamented.
"If you don't want a repeat of that experience I suggest you shut up!" Draco threatened while jabbing his wand into the painting. Magnus the mad scuttled off into a different portrait while muttering obscenities
Draco now walked for what seemed like forever. He was familiar with night walking, it was a favorite pastime. It was dangerous to do it while his father was home though. Lucius would be so angered to find his son wandering around. Draco now had the leisure to do it. He finally reached his destination. his father's study.
"Aurelis Draconum Infedelis", he whispered as the door's lock clicked open. Luckily he knew the password from the many times he eavesdropped. The massive desk stood as the centerpiece of the room. Piles of documents lay in neat piles along the edge of the desk, most likely property deeds and finances. It was very dimly lit. The shelves of books surrounded the rather large working areas. Ancient and rare books were one of the many specialties of Lucius Malfoy. Many of them banned or restricted by the International Wizarding Board.
This is where Draco and Lucius had their most important talks, right down to the discussion of sex and the responsibility of an heir and so on and so forth. The dragon skull on a pedestal served as a torch holder. Draco knew what drew him here. Lucius was an ingenious, innovative but predictable man. Draco knew very well of his fathers slavery to old habit. It's the very same flaw that got him landed into Azkaban. 3 wand taps to the bottom of the desk proved that flaw. Here laid several papers, books, a picture of Narcissa and Draco as a baby and various other prized trinkets. Draco knew of the spot only because he peeped under the door one time when his parents were fighting. He reached in to retrieve the cause of his lack of sleep when there where footsteps outside of the door. The door was jostled quite violently as Draco hurried to hide. He forgot that the compartment was open. He quickly closed the secret compartment as the door flew open.