Chapter 12 – Under the Influence
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The Dark Lord had returned to Malfoy Manor in a quest to find the phropechy book that Petegrew stupidly left behind. "Master, I swear it was an accident!"
"And I swear you are a blubbering idiot!" Voldemort said ina fury "I TOLD you to bring the bloody book, is it really that DIFFICULT?" he screached in his high pitched yet somehow fearful voice, which bore a striking resemblence to Michael Jackson.
Wormtail sauntered behind as the two crept in the back door of the Manor. "Nice furnishing. . ." The Dark Lord mused as he passed a China cabinet. Wormtail cast him a wary look but continued to follow behind him, until they reached the room where the book of prophecies had been left. "I-it doesn't appear to be touched!" Wormtail said in relief.
Voldemort lifted his disgusting looking nostrils to the air (Come to think of it, he kind of looked like Michael Jackson too, only a bit more vengeful) "I smell blood" he said seethingly to his counterpart "Fresh blood." His beady eyes flashed around in a serpent like fashion and he grabbed a frightened Wormtail by the hand and let him up a flight of stairs.
The came to the Mistress Malfoy and Lucius's bedroom. . . the source of the blood. He opened the door to find his most loyal deatheater, stabbed in the neck lying on the bed. The covers were messed up and undergarments were scattered. "Narcissa, that nosy woman, knew the plan. . ." he smashed his fists together in anger, but a smile curled on his lips "Narcissa, that foolish woman" How can she be so obvious? the thought. In pure sight she left all evidence that she was the murderer! "Foolish! Above foolish! Would never have expected this from her. . ." he mused to himself in heated anger. The Dark Lord inspected the murder sight, "That stupid woman"
Left on the pillow was a note scrawled in gold quill pen, in neat cursive handwriting "Catch me. . .If you can. Sincerely, Narcissa Black"
Voldemort laughed evilly, that stupid woman. She had no clue what she had just gotten herself into, he'd make sure of that. In a high pitched wail he proclaimed "I'll find you Narcissa, and your son and his Mudblood lover too. . .And when i do, i will kill you all!"
**scene fade**
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"Oh My . . .God! Draco" Hermione screamed in pleasure, she opened her eyes to see Draco on top of her, exterting all his powress into the thrusts of his body, he looked just as well as he was enjoying it. Moving along with the steady flow, getting faster and faster. The pool table shook violently beneath them, but Hermione begged him to go on. They were on fire, was Hermione just dreaming?
Another burst of pleasurable pain followed, it wasn't a dream. She could feel it. . .She felt lightheaded, and somewhat dizzy. . .how many glasses of Champagne had she drank exactly? It couldn't have been too many, Draco couldn't have had too many either. They were both responsible drinkers – she thought. Her energy was quickly fading and her vision was getting blurry. . .Draco still looked focused and satisfied,yet she could tell he was wearing out too. Before her eyes rolled to the back of her head she managed to murmur out "Will somebody please tell Seamus Finnigan to walk the Crocodile. . ." Then she passed out cold.
Draco stopped moving and began to breathe heavily when he realized that all action coming from Hermione had ceased. He looked down to find her completely passed out from alclohol abuse. He himself had even drunk a few glasses in his own frustration, probably why he just shagged the Mud- Muggle born. He gently moved back her hair from her still face and smelt the champagne on her breath. He then moved her to the bed -Although Hermione may have been piss drunk, Draco still remembered how the whole event occurred.
-Flashback-
An hour after they had just woken up, they were getting along decently until Hermione had recieved an owl bearing a package filled with things Harry had left her in the will, one of which had been the engagement ring. Seeing that he didn't have time to add that in the will, it was just assumed that Hermione would get it. Draco had felt something a Malfoy was never prone to feeling, a bubbling pit of . . .of. . .what was the word? Oh yes, envy. Sure Potter was dead, but he saw the look of love in her eyes as she read the old love letters, his heart melted. He hated that feeling, it made him feel. . .well human.
Not knowing how to deal with this jealousy he said another snide comment towards Potter. "So Granger, going to become a necrophiliac now?" he smirked, and muttered "Potter is just the little hero now, isn't he?" unfortunatley she heard that comment which sended her into a fury of emotions.
"Malfoy! You disgusting excuse for scum on this earth! When will you just grow up, and get a heart? For Merlin's fuckin sake, Malfoy. I can't take this anymore. Are you incapable of feeling emotions? Is that how heartless you really are?!?!"
Malfoy spat in discontentment with himself, how wrong it was to kick a hurt man when he was down. Yet he found himself doing it anyway, against his own will. He didnt want to hurt her, but he didn't know what to say. "I can too feel emotions!" he spat back "I just prefer not to waste them on Mudblood scum like yourself!"
"Thats IT! I hate you DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY, with every ounce of feeling i have in me." Hermione screamed, hurtling a boot at his face, and narrowly missing. She knows my middle name? thought Draco admists all the shouting. **WHAM** he was hit by the impact of the other boot which hit him square on the forehead.
"Granger! I will kill you!" he hollered back. "This is by far my mother's worst idea, and my mother is generally a smart woman!" he muttered to himself in digust. Right on cue before anybody else was pyscially damaged the doorbell rang, Draco hollared "Who is it!?!?!"
A stately voice replied "Housekeeping, Sir." Draco quickly brushed himself off and gave Granger a death glare. "The Garden's finest Champagne, complementary on your Honeymoon." The sout looking man said, forcing a smile at his dishevelled state of being. Draco looked flabbergasted but accepted the complimentary drink, after this argument he could sure as hell use a pick-me-upper. He thanked the man and brought the wine and glasses inside. He poured himself a cup and chugged it down. Hermione looked at him in disgust.
"Bet Goody-two-shoes-Granger doesn't drink" Draco sneered, looking in her direction.
"I Do SO!" Hermione said appalled "We are not in school anymore, and I am no longer a goody-two-shoes" She poured herself a glass and chugged it just as fast as Draco had. So there they had it, each taking turns showing each other up in alclohol consuption. Both were too caught up in the moment to place a spell on themselves from becoming totally piss drunk, and they were now both acting extremely foolish. Although Draco seemed to hold his alclohol better. "Dracie, my love" she said dizzily walking to him, dragging her feet "I wants some more cham. . .champagne"
"No" he said, looking far off into another world. Mudblood looked hott right then, staggering about, so vulernable. . .then again, he was quite intoxicated himself. There was something sexy about seeing Granger drunk, perhaps it just seemed so out of character. "I'm gonna strip for you, poppet!" Draco, who was seeing little stars was still aware that she had called him Poppet, and found it disturbingly amusing. Little by little she took off her muggle clothes, and practically pounced on him. Draco, now both drunk and aroused began to sing wildly "Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir.Voulez-vous coucher avec moi" Uh-oh, Draco had subconsciously thought.
What the hell was happening to him? He was singing a random muggle song that he had heard on the radio before. . . Draco had lost it all that night and the alcohol took over. That was why he was currently on the bed standing over a naked Hermione Granger. He made a note to himself never to accept complimentary champagne. . .but, then again. . . a part of him liked it, she looked so peaceful . . .so . . . .
-End of Flashback-
Draco followed Hermione in an alcohol induced collapse on the bed.
**New Scene**
She sat in the nursery slowly rocking the little baby boy back and forth. Her pretty eyes shone with pride for the family she had built so strong, and worked so hard for. "Rock a by baby. . .on the tree top, when the wind blows, the cradle will rock. . .."
Soon the child fell asleep in her arms,and she proceded into the bedroom alone. Her husband was dealing with Ministry buisness and would not be home til past midnight. She didn't need to worry about him. It was silent, she bitwitched the piano to play soothing sounds as she worked some papers for the office.
She heard a faint rustling in the background. "Rachel?" she said, peering into the room of her daughter. Nothing, just the silence of her daughter's breathing. She heard it AGAIN. This time louder, she followed her insticts and proceded to the baby's room to make sure Rachel stayed safe. All of a sudden out of the shadows a figure emerged, he had the palest skin imaginable, and a serpent like appearance. She shrieked, but no words came out. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named.
"Hello." He said snidely "I have been looking for you."
"What do you want?" she spoke up bravely "You cannot hurt Rachel, you'll have to kill me first!"
The Dark Lord laughed "Oh but pumpkin, I wouldn't want to kill you. . ." he chuckled at his own use of the horrendous nickname "You are a necessity for my plan. . ."
"I will not become a Death Eater!" she shreiked louder. "I'll call the Minstry, I'll call my husband. . ." she grasped Rachel closer to her chest as the child started to softly cry.
Voldemort cast her a sinister glare "I would not want you to be a Death Eater, believe me. That could only cause more harm. . . " he then preformed a silencing spell, followed by a binding spell and found herself and Rachel bound to Voldemort as he apparated away. She noticed that it was evening. . .nobdoy would know she was gone until past midnight. . .what did he want from her? What?!?!
-*-Narcissa's P.O.V-*-
Narcissa found herself crying on the streets of Paris, in a wizarding town called "Beaux Square" located quite near the Beauxbatons Wizarding School. (it was somewhat like a Hogsmeade) People of all sorts passed her, but none payed attention to the crying witch sitting near the book store.
She wasn't Narcissa Malfoy anymore, she didnt deserve to be. From the moment she stabbed the dagger into his neck she had become Narcissa Black. . .once again. She looked at the diamond and emerald wedding ring on her hand. . .she couldn't look at the diamond and emerald wedding ring on her hand. She placed it in the pockets of her robes, she had to only hope that Draco and Hermione would fall in love soon enough . . .love had always been Voldemort's weakness. . .and if this kind of love was possible, between a Death Eater and a Mudblood –the Dark Lord would surely have a surprise in store.
She crossed her fingers, hoping she did the right thing. She very well may just be doomed to spend her life all alone. All of a sudden she felt somebody tap her on the shoulder and an attractive male voice asked "Excuse me, but are you Narcissa Malfoy?"
-*-Later on In the Evening-*-
Hermione woke up groggily, still hung over from a couple of hours ago, and needless to say, did not remember what she had done. Brr...Its cold she thought as she wrapped a blanket around her naked body. . .she paused. . .where where her clothes? She felt entirely rested, but strangely worn out at the same time. "This isn't funny" she murmured "where are my clothes?" she looked around, and saw a couple of her favorite novels scattered around, and then she saw her clothes, in a pile. . .next to Draco's. "Shit. Draco." She thought Where did that bloke get to anyway? mused Hermione.
She didn't have to look far before she found him. He was next to her, also lacking clothes. . ."Oh shit, not good. Not good at all. . ." she frantically looked around "Oh shit. . " she didnt know how else to describe the fact that she could have very well slept with Draco Malfoy. A bit of earlier flooded back into her mind "I'm going to strip for you, poppet!" she remembered herself saying.
Shit she couldn't stop thinking that word! She had just stripped for Draco Malfoy, but it could have been worse, they could have slept together! She remembered the champagne, he must just sleep in the nude anyway. . .there was NO way she'd do that, no matter how attractive she denied him to be. I mean, Draco seems like the kind of man to sleep stark naked, right?
Her anger from last night didn't seem to matter that much anymore, it was a typical argument with the stuckup ex-ferret of a prat. Despite the fact that he had grown up, and was amazing in bed. . .**SMACK** Hermione felt her hand smack her cheek. "Just great" she murmured "Now i'm acting like Dobby"
Draco stirred next to her and mumbled in his sleep "Oh yeah, Hermione. . ." Hermione stopped dead in her tracks (or would have, if she had been moving.) Was he **dreaming** of her? She spat in disgust, but secretly found the thought somewhat appealing "Malfoy" she pushed him "Get up and stop moaning my name in your sleep, its getting to be disturbing."
"Well you were moaing my name last night" he said groggily, still smirking though, as he got up.
"You are SUCH a liar. All i did was strip for you. . ."
"Darlllling" he said mockingly "Look at our clothing get up, or lack of. We did not just strip. Don't you remember anything afterwards?"
Hermione bit her lip flustered, it couldn't be. She felt a slight blush come over her face, but she didnt show it. She said huffily "No, because NOTHING of that sort happened."
Rubbing his eyes, and fluffing out his light blond hair Draco looked at Hermione who was now clutching a blanket to her chest "Take a walk, will you."
"Excuse me?" she questioned.
"Just walk, i'll prove it to you."
Hermione put on a bathrobe quickly and walked around the suite, her legs ached like hell and she felt a pain she hadn't ever felt. She winced but didnt let Draco see.
"Ha." He said triumphantly 'You can barely walk, curtesy of me." He laughed hallowly, yet still sleepy. "And whats that on your neck, Granger?"
She looked in the mirror at her now wildly out of control hair, there were several hickies on her neck. "Shit." She paused, still quite outraged "SHIT!" she paused again and gave Malfoy a death glare "SHIT! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU,MALFOY!"
"Dont get your panties in a twist, Granger. . .you were amazing. We'll have to do that again."
"When hell freezes over!" she shot back.
"I can arrange that" Draco said confidently.
Hermione suddenly had another flashback from that night, and she began to laugh hysterically. "You sung last night, Malfoy. I remember...........you sung Lady Marmalade. . ."
"I did not sing!" Draco protested, obviously not remembering his enchanting and rather um. . . seducing vocal solo.
Hermione hummed the melody and Draco shifted uncomfortably "I did NOT sing that song. . .whatever it is called Lady Marm-ma-laid" he said.
Hermione just laughed, quite contrary to previous mood. "So um . . ." there remained an awkward silence as she looked into his metallilcally silver eyes, that shimmered as he spoke. . .if she wanted to, she could have gotten lost in them forever. . .but what was she talking about, she didnt want to get lost in them.
Draco wanted to slap himself, he kept staring at her. . .just the way she was when she was infuriated amazed him. . .or the way she laughed, there was something cute about it. He made a pact, he had to get to know her better.
The Evil Side of Draco spoke to him: Get to know her better? She's a filthy Mudblood, she'll infect you with her bad blood . . .ruin your chance at becoming great.
The Less Evil Side of Draco spoke back: Honestly, you can be great already . . .you can change somebody's life, and learn to love. For that is the greatest gift of all. Get to know her better, you may like what you see. Plus, you cant deny that she was a good shag.
"Well" Draco concluded gazing at Hermione "Since we are both confused and still hungover, I think it would be best if we headed into town for a spot of dinner, its nearly 7 o'clock, and I miss the taste of real food."
Hermione just shrugged and nodded. However she was internally troubled, if she really detested Malfoy so much . . .then why was she still thinking about him? Why did she want to kiss him right now, despite the fact that they drunkinly ravished each other last night. . .And why did she want him to do it again. "Oh Granger" she whispered so only she could hear "you are going to hell for this"
-*-Different P.O.V-*-
It was one o'clock, the moon was shining full and bright when Ronald Weasley apparated into his house and searched for his wife who was supposed to give him some tonight. . .they hadn't had a chance to 'be alone' in such a long time now that they had a baby girl. Rachel was his pride and joy, he peeked in the nursery to say goodnight to his 4 month old daughter. . .but found no baby in the crib. He looked across in the other room. . .No wife.
His heart started racing a mile a minute as he
started screaming out their names, all through out the house nobody responded.
He rushed into Rachel's room again and saw a sword in the crib, it was clean,
no blood, which means Rachel was okay for now. He picked up the sword to inspect
it but felt a tug on his navel and as soon as he knew it he felt a spinning
sensation "Damn. . .A Portkey!"
It led him to a dark roadway in an old abandoned ghost town. "Where the hell am I?" He read a sign that said 'Highveiw Colorado'. Why he hell out of all places, would he be transported to Colorado! That was so far away from London.
"Welcome to Colorado, Weasley" shrieked a high voice from a nearby building. He didnt know where it was coming from, but he saw a short balding man emerge out of a building. He man kick Ron's shin causing him to bend down in pain. Then the short man gagged him and tied his hands back, bringin him into one of the abandoned buildings.
Then he saw a face he dreamed he'd never see again, a face Harry had told him of during his years in Hogwarts. The Face of HE-WHO-MUST-NOT-BE-NAMED. In the dusty corner by an old bar stool, Ron saw his wife tied to a pole at the Mercy of Vol. . .erm . . .He Who Must Not Be Named (Ron still couldnt say the name). Rachel was stitting in a makeshift cradle of branches and leaves, crying softly. "What. . .What do you want from us?"
Voldemort smiled evilly as he took out a small yet prescise knife and held it to his wife's throat "LAVENDER!!!" he shouted. She cast him a pleading look, filled with love, sadness and sorrow. "Don't! Please don't kill her or my daughter!" he begged the dark Lord.
He loosened the pressure on Lavender's neck and looked directly at Ron sending chills down his spine "Then you will do exactly what I say, and do it exactly how I ask. . ."
Yep, i know i was evil and left you on a cliffie. . .I guess you'll just have to wait until next tiem, eh? Let me know what you thought of this chapter =P (just try and be nice about it!)
Author's Notes and Other Stuff:
Want to say special thanks to RaineMalfoy for teaching me how to do this bold/italic thing. Its quite amusing. And if it turns out the bold italic thing didnt work. . .then oh well. Also a special thanks to my reviewers, we've reached over 100!!!!!! More than i'd have hopped to get so far, so um thank yaz. I'd put individual reviewer thank yous. . . .but i've gotten extremely lazy and want you to know that you are all loved and thanked (unless of course you flame me =p)
Anyway i'll be soon working on more of Cell Mates, and all my other writing pieces. So stay tuned.
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