Characters borrowed by: Perpetual Thoughts and Meaning
Disastrous Dragon
"Someone told me once that there's a right and wrong, and that punishment would come to those who dare to cross the line..."- Jerk-off, Tool
Chapter One: Such a Nuisance!
"7th year, crafty, smart enough to outfox a Ravenclaw, even Granger…"
"He's only a Prefect but he made a 128 on a test Granger flunked on…"
"He looks rather dashing, doesn't he? Why wouldn't Granger choose him? Hell-- I would!"
"He's so pureblooded even I'm crying!"
He could just hear them whispering, whispering such rumours, agonisingly untrue things about him, things that he always ignored.
Draco was far from handsome, but he was undoubtedly strong and ruthless… Every rumour about him was far from true, those imbeciles just put their rumours out of proportion.
He had pale blond hair that was slicked back, his skin was pale as paper, but his grey eyes were somehow always against him. Every day they were filled with some kind of emotion that he resented against, he was meant to cool, aloof, but people like his teacher Snape noticed easily. He never told a lie-- he always told the truth, bold-faced, emotionless, and always was precise in every action. He was muscular, and had rugged features, and his hair flowed down to his shoulders, held back with a silver ribbon, but he wasn't handsome enough to be obsessed over.
Draco wanted to be with his father and serve Voldemort, and he already had the Dark Mark pushed into his skin with needles, just below his main veins, and he hadn't even flinched.
People knew his reputation, his whole being, his whole life dream was to be in the Dark Arts, and Draco laughed when people called him 'the son of all things dark' and actually took it as a complement. Draco loved reading as well, and when the mudblood wasn't in the library, he was taking his Prefect status as an advantage to reading everything he could have his grasp on.
They all hated him, it seemed, and Draco was proud enough to ignore it, and wave a hand at their protestant stares, and sit down noisily between Crabbe and Goyle.
"Huh? Draco, are you all right?" that blubbering idiot Goyle would ask, and Draco glanced over at him, scowling heatedly.
"I'm fine," he answered, and just stared at his turkey, his grey eyes clouded with grief.
He missed his mum, believe it or not, he was actually still depressed, and he wasn't in any mood to eat.
"Really? Because you don't look like it-"
"I said I was fine, Vincent," Draco spat out, and his fellow Slytherins gave him a few incredulous glances.
Even if his "friends" were idiots, they knew him enough to tell he was thinking hard about something, something they would never take a grasp upon in decades.
"Draco, we know you're still depressed, but can't you just forget?"
"You don't know how it is to lose someone that influenced you so greatly," he muttered finally, and Crabbe and Goyle shared a saddened look.
"Wouldn't your mum-"
"Just shut up," he muttered, resting his head upon the table.
"Draco-"
"I said just shut-" Draco glanced up to see everyone from his table had stopped talking and were staring fixedly at him. "What the bleeding hells are you lot gaping at?" he practically screamed, and pushed his seat physically from the table and stood without a backward glance and practically stormed out of the hall, his face contorted in anger.
"They'll never understand me," he muttered under his breath as he headed toward the dungeons, his fists balled up, his manicured nails causing blood to flow from his palms, his face flushed from his previous outcry.
"Filthy mudbloods," Draco spat out the password when he reached the portrait of Salazar, and climbed into the common room, and let out an aggravated groan before the tears came flooding.
…
"Mum, it hasn't been the same without you," he was mumbling in his sleep, tossing and turning feverishly, incoherent to his cousin's booming voice telling him to arise.
"Stop dreaming about your dead beat mother and get your lazy arse up!" he was practically screaming in his ear.
Draco's eyelids fluttered, and he looked into the pale face of his brunette cousin, Blaise Zabini.
"Go fuck yourself, Zabini," he snapped coldly, and pushed his cousin away from him and onto the floor. Draco crawled out of his bed and reached for his wand.
"Potions starts in fifty minutes, Malfoy," Blaise was saying as he himself stood up and brushed very visible lint from his robes.
"So? Snape let's me off… Just get out of my face or I'll knock you so far off your arse you'll end up in next Tuesday," Draco said in a menacing tone as he pointed his wand at his cousin.
Blaise eyed his cousin's wand wearily before backing off toward the door and exiting the room like a madman.
"Serves him right," he muttered to himself and proceeded to get dressed. He would be fashionably late as always.
…
Draco was sitting in his seat next to the Mudblood, Snape wasn't there yet, and Draco himself had been five minutes late.
This isn't going too well, he thought and took a glance at the Mudblood.
Her wiry brown hair was framing her acne-filled face, and her lips were big and puffy, as if she had been kissed only a short moment before or she had chewed on them. He mentally shuddered when she glanced his way.
"What?" the Mudblood asked him, and he rolled his grey eyes at her inquisitiveness.
"You'll be next, filthy little Mudblood," he said in a low voice so only she would hear, and her chocolate eyes widened ever so slightly.
"So, the rumours about you fancying me aren't true at all," she murmured, and he sneered coldly at her.
"I'll never fancy you," He spat out, and she eyed him wearily.
Her eyes were a rich honey brown, and he hated the laughing expression in them when she said, "I'm glad, because I was actually starting to worry, Anthony as well."
So, it's her and Anthony Goldstein… he thought with a twinge of curiosity.
Draco was like a sex-god compared to him! Surely Granger would realise…
"You're all imbeciles compared to me," he muttered under his breath.
Granger snorted, and he slapped her clear across her face and her eyes welled up with tears.
"Don't laugh mudblood, your kind is meant to be squashed," he spat, and she glared daggers at him.
"Shut up, you bloody little-"
Snape decided now it was the time to make a dramatic entrance and Draco rolled his eyes at his teacher's gusto and brilliant smirk.
"Today we will learn how to make a time potion," Snape said with his usual air of arrogance, and Draco arched his pale eyebrows at him, supporting his head with his right hand.
"Time potion…" Draco murmured to himself, his grey eyes cloudy. This might help me some with the mudblood and make father pleased…
"First of all; the person to your left or right is automatically your partner, and you'll be working on this project for three months. Second of all-- this potion involves you being with your partner in another universe, thus you'll be making your own world, but after the project you'll destroy it. This is a life lesson: remember, you create it, you destroy it, or it destroys you."
Granger groaned, and Draco smirked wickedly, knowing his father would praise him afterwards.
"Stuck with him," he heard her grumble and he didn't care, he was already up and collecting the ingredients.
"It is going to be a world where only Granger will rely on me for protection…" He muttered to himself and collected lacewings, wolf bane, garlic, powdered slug, and some holy for his good luck, which he stuck in his pocket.
Granger didn't glance up at him; she had her head on her desk, crying softly.
Draco sighed and sat down beside her, setting the ingredients on his desk noisily, and Granger looked up rapidly, her eyes blood-shot, her frizzy hair flying around her, like static, Draco thought she might have electrocuted herself.
"Stop your scowling, you're only gonna make our situation worse," Draco muttered and put in the wolf bane, and the potion turned a deep blue.
"Shut up, shut it…" She was muttering and Draco was getting the impression that Granger wasn't as sane as he thought earlier.
"You're daft," he muttered and grabbed a handful of her thick stringy locks and pulled her head harshly off her desk.
"Malfoy, you're hurting me!" she snarled, and Draco only gripped her frizzy locks harder, but her eyes didn't feel with tears; this Muggleborn had dignity.
"Stay awake Mudblood, or I'm leaving you there," he spat, and that must have caught her attention, because her hands suddenly ripped his away from her very frizzy and copper static-plagued locks and she sat up straight.
"You wouldn't dare," she muttered, and Draco nodded, sneering at her.
"See, Mudblood, that's the beauty of being a Malfoy. You care for no one, and you leave them all behind if they don't cooperate," he said in a mocking voice, and the mudblood's eyes widened again.
"You would be…" She realised what she was about to say and stopped.
"Expelled? I doubt it. My father pays the school about 6,000.000 galleons a week. How much do your Muggle parents pay?" he spat, and she glared at him.
"Malfoy, this argument doesn't involve money, it involves the survival-"
"Of our world? Ha, I love how that sounds… Our world… Like a newborn promise," he laughed, and Granger took the lacewings away from him and started letting them drop into the potion.
"Let's just get this over with," she grumbled restlessly, and Draco mentally smirked inside in enjoyment.
"Whatever, Mudblood," he muttered and waited until her hand was out of the way to put in the garlic.
Draco could feel Granger's eyes upon him but ignored her stare and continued to work, his pale hair sometimes becoming a nuisance.
"Malfoy, I always thought you were a vampire of some sorts…"
"I'm normal," Draco muttered and when he finished, he glanced up and met her icy stare.
"Really?" she asked, and he rolled his eyes at her.
"Shut it, Mudblood…" He took a vial and scooped up a bit of the potion and corked the bottle. He did the same with another bottle and shoved it at her.
"What?"
"It's our return vial, mudblood, don't lose it," he spat and his gaze became icy.
"Are you trusting me?" she asked quietly, and he eyed his vial with vague curiosity.
"Well, I trust you want to get out of our world alive and get back to snogging Goldstein," Draco replied and was stunned with curiosity at the blood red liquid.
From now on, Draco was going to have some decent respect from his father, all because he was going to kill the mudblood instead of just breaking her soul. He could bribe Fudge into letting him borrow some dementors and using them on her, just for fun. He could lock her in one of his dungeons…
"Malfoy--"
"Shut up," he muttered, being interrupted from his vivid fantasies from the girl he was imagining invoking torture upon.
"Snape wants to examine our potion!" she pushed his shoulders and he wouldn't budge, but he looked over at her ugly face, his grey eyes nearly black.
"Well, take it then," he trusted the vial at her, and she took it hastily from him and set the vials upon Snape's desk.
With his new staring game coming to a close, Draco was bored out of his mind.
Must Granger be so bloody slow? he wondered, his long fingers playing idly with his quill.
"Malfoy, do you fancy just being bored for the rest of your days?" his grey eyes switched their fathomless gaze to Granger.
"No, but we all know you do, you little study bitch…" He muttered just before the bell rang.
"Meet up with your partners in the random broom closet, pour the potion, and meet up with them everyday! Do I need to explain any further to get that into your thick little skulls?"
Draco smirked at his Potion teacher's language and scooped his parchment and tucked his wand behind his ear to walk out of class, pondering about what his world would look like.
…
Draco was sitting in his regular place in the library, in one of the dark corners sitting on a very hard chair and reading a Dark Arts book that mainly talked about ways of using a mudblood's blood for satanic rituals.
"Lumos," he muttered, and set the green beam on his book and read softly, his lips set in a straight line.
"Malfoy?" a feminine voice squeaked, and he looked away from his book to see Granger from a few tables away. He rolled his grey eyes at her and continued reading.
"Malfoy, I know you can see me!" she whispered, and he released a long irritated sigh.
Why can't she just ignore me? He wondered and eyed her warily as she scooped up her books and was walking toward him.
"What do you want, you filth?" he spat, his grey eyes cold.
"We have to go to the random broom closet, Malfoy!" she answered, and Draco directed his eyes to his very vivid book.
"I thought you would forget," Draco said, gazing calmly at a picture--moving, of course-- of a tall blond man strangling a brunette girl, which looked like she was his age.
"I want to make a good grade on this project, Malfoy, even if a total bum like you doesn't," she explained cantankerously, and Draco rolled his eyes at the pitch of her voice. Even if they were at the farthest corner of the library, the librarian had good hearing.
"Fine, I'll go with you. You know where exactly this infamous closet is, right?" he stood, waved a hand and his books were stacked up neatly with various parchment and quills, and he gazed curiously at her.
"Follow me," she said simply and he watched her stride toward the door, and he easily caught up with her.
"I don't trust you, Granger," he muttered, glancing around him warily.
"When we build our world, I'll be the only person you could talk to," she pointed out, and Draco sighed miserably.
"And by Merlin's beard I'll be bored!" he exclaimed and Granger stopped finally at a mysterious door.
When Granger entered the closet, Draco saw a glimpse of a magnificent room and he entered after her, his grey eyes scanning around the enormous room.
The random 'broom' closet was almost as big as Draco's room, and that said a lot. The walls were lined with doors carved with the names of the creators upon them, and he watched with vague interest when Granger dipped her fingers into their vial and pressed her first two fingers onto the wall.
"Malfoy, you need to do this, too, and why are you bringing your stuff with you?" she eyed the books and parchment behind him. Draco realised she had used a spell to transport her books back to her dorm.
"We'll be there for a while, so I reckoned I could have some decent reading material," he answered coolly, and took the vial from her and after dunking his fingers into it; he pressed them into the wall closely to Granger's.
When they pulled away, where their fingers were their names appeared, Draco's in silver and Granger's in gold, a long thorny white rose weaved between them, and eventually a charcoal-coloured door appeared.
"Too bad this world will be destroyed…" she murmured, and Draco scowled.
"There's no handle," he muttered.
"I think it's the rose," she said, and he stared incredulously at her.
"How, may I presume, can we open that hard wooden door with that flimsy--"
Granger touched the head of the rose and tugged on it.
"It's solid!" she concluded, and proved herself right with another pull, and Draco raised his pale eyebrows high.
"This is the oddest-- no, it isn't…" Draco found himself muttering, and Granger hesitantly opened the door, and a blinding light greeted their vision.
"Damn…" He muttered and Granger strolled into the light, and Draco followed behind her with vague curiosity.
…
Draco's arse landed safely on a cardboard box while Granger settled face-first hard into the earth.
"Do you see a cabin somewhere?" Granger questioned, and Draco's gaze shifted to a brick cabin a few miles away.
It was freezing, and snow was rapidly falling on them, and Granger was covered in a hardly any moments, and her head popped up, spitting out the snow and shaking her frizzy curls around. Draco stared at her perplexedly, before recalling her question.
"Yes," he replied coolly and jumped off his box, which read; 'Draco's resources.' The snowfall reached his waist, when Granger stood up, it reached her chest, and Draco was surprised at their size difference.
Ruddy hell, she's a midget!
"Must have the stuff you brought along with it," she said randomly, obviously not seeing the label upon it.
Vaguely recalling her again…
Nostalgia, Draco.
You're not my friend…
Oh, then what am I?
A roommate.
"Stop stalling, Granger," he muttered with unambiguous annoyance and waved his wand at the box and it was immediately floating behind him.
Granger scowled in his direction, but plodded through the snow, pursuing Draco reluctantly.
"This world is very unstable," Granger muttered to herself, and she blinked as the snow rapidly started falling twice as more.
"Did you think of this, this cabin?" he asked her without a backward glance, climbing softly up the set of steps.
"Yes, but I didn't expect it to just appear like this," she muttered in reply, and he touched the doorknob briefly, and gradually turned it to stare at an empty room with white walls, no decorations at all.
"I think we need some bathrooms…" Draco stated, and instantly two dark coloured doors appeared at the right side of the room. "I'll be decorating my bathroom, you go do whatever Mudbloods do," he said to her, and before she could retort, he had left the room.
Is her room still bloody?
Shut up-- you're supposed to help!
Oh, here we go again…
Once inside the room, the same bareness the other room held greeted Draco.
"Walls; green with black trim. Floor; clean silver marble… There should be a standing shower on the left side, the shower curtain decorated with pure Slytherin pride. There should be a decent-sized tub next to it, filled with various soaps and shampoos with a pleasant scent. In the middle of this room should be a drawer, filled with green towels and black bathrobes. Behind the drawer should be a sink against the wall, and a cabinet above it containing hair products."
Draco actually smiled at his work and decided he should take a quick shower to test it out; Granger's filth might have rubbed off him.
…
Draco secured his bathrobe with the plush belt and tied his hair back with a black ribbon and exited his paradise, only to find that Granger had decorated the Common Room as he called it, but he heard her call it a 'living room.' The girl had her back turned to him, doing the 'toil' on the kitchen.
Mum loved to redecorate the kitchen once a month…
You're being nostalgic…
So? I miss it!
Granger is such an odd person, isn't she?
Draco observed his surroundings and saw there were two couches, one black, and the other red. He examined the silver walls and saw she had a moving portrait of a serpent and a lioness frolicking together. While the walls were a light silver the trim was gold, and there was a huge bookcase taking up half the left corner of the room. There were a few tables with two chairs around them, both placed at different sides. There wasn't much else left to look at, but there was a fireplace under the portrait, and he saw she had already had their room doors made.
"Seems homey…" He muttered before he could stop himself, and Granger turned toward him, her frizzy hair secured back with a red scrunchie.
"I know you're not used to it, but I need my books, and I don't care if you change it, because I wasn't thinking clearly at the time," she said and he nodded in reply, taking the Dark Arts book out of his box that was beside the black couch, plopping down upon the light and feathery cushion.
He had laid her blood-decked-self upon the couch and watched her bleed.
Granger is starting to trust me, I can see it in her eyes… he thought and flipped through pages, reading hungrily like a child in need of knowledge, only he was 18, and a 7th year, who possessed a brilliant mind.
Granger was going to fall for him, but it was going to have to be slow.
The girl Goldstein, he could tell, but it was a friendship kind of love. He knew that Goldstein was head-over-heels for another Ravenclaw, a brunette one, and the girl fancied him, too.
Granger would be fairly difficult to break, but he was going to do it.
…
Draco had fallen asleep upon the couch, and Granger left him there, probably leaving their world to go to Hogsmeade with her friends.
It was only his sheer luck it was a Saturday.
Saturday was the day she died…
It was such a horrible Saturday, was it not?
Exactly.
Draco's book was on his lap, and he was sleeping in his pyjamas, having thought of that before he fell into slumber. Granger must have covered him with silver sheets, being the nice person she was.
Draco knew he was getting far without even trying, and he would owl his father about it when he reached his dorms.
"He wanted urgent information, so I might as well…" he mumbled and pulled the covers off himself, changed his pyjamas into black robes, brushed his hair out of his eyes, and walked out of the cabin.
"How do we get back, again?" he found himself wondering aloud, but saw Granger playing with Goldstein, mostly chatting away, but he also saw that Ravenclaw girl that Goldstein fancied with them.
Draco released a long sigh and searched for a door, his grey eyes fathomless, gazing up into the cloudy sky, which resembled his eyes.
"This world isn't supposed to look realistic…"
Her chocolate eyes were glassy, fathomless, and he knew she was dead.
"Not breathing… Twinkie, come here!"
Damn… He thought, and felt a light tap upon his shoulder, and turned around to see the girl that Goldstein fancied staring open-mouthed at him, buried up to her elbows in snow.
"You-- are you Draco Malfoy?" she stuttered, and Draco arched his pale eyebrows at her.
"My name's on the door," he said simply, and watched Granger being tickled to death by Goldstein over the girl's shoulder.
"You fancy Granger, don't you? Or do you just fancy brunettes?"
Draco glanced a blank expression at his competition, and saw he was dressed in Muggle clothes, a black mesh tank top over white cargoes, and he was wearing black bunny slippers, it making his vibrant blond hair stand out even more.
Draco nearly gagged, and the brunette girl standing in front of him blinked.
Draco was amazed at the resemblance between him and Goldstein, but he was also disgusted at how obvious Granger and him didn't even remotely like another, but were trying to so hard to make it work out between them.
Mum and dad loved another…
Granger deserves someone better than that Ravenclaw, much better…
"I just fancy brunettes," he answered, eyeing her warily.
"Do you fancy Granger? I hear she fancies you!" she whispered, and Draco shuddered.
"No, I don't fancy her, I'm not fancying anyone right now," he informed her, and she scowled.
"She doesn't fancy Anthony anymore, she's breaking ties with him soon," the Ravenclaw girl said.
"What's your name, anyway? I've been wondering…"
The Ravenclaw blinked, and then answered, "Cho Chang."
"Well, Cho, I think Granger's new ex fancies you," he said, feeling a little weird connection with her, decided to walk past her, his hands shoved into his pants pockets.
"Oh, really?"
Really, quite truly fathomless, emotionless, nonexistent and hopeless.
Draco rolled his eyes at her hopeful tone, and continued walking until his eyes found the door.
"Finally," Draco muttered exasperatedly and put his hand to the knob and twisted it ajar.
…
Draco sprinted toward the Slytherin common room, no one to murmur things after him, because they were all at Hogsmeade, and the 1st and 2nd years knew better than to mess with him.
"He's probably worried by now…" He thought aloud, and eventually reached the portrait. "Filthy mudbloods," he spat out the password, and Salazar arched his eyebrows at him.
"You look depressed, boy."
"The mudbloods feel, just like us," Pansy had said when they were together.
"You're mental," he replied, and Pansy shook her chocolate curls.
"I know, Draco-- they're actually human, too…"
"I am depressed, now could you let me in?" Draco crossed his arms over himself, and he waited impatiently.
"Oh, fine," Salazar said, and the portrait flung open, and Draco sighed exasperatedly.
The first years blinked at the Prefect and he stomped up the stairs; he was disgusted with the Muggle clothes they were wearing, but first be needed to get back to his room, father was probably worried.
Draco knew his father was an impatient person, but he also knew Granger wouldn't give in to him easily. Father had no clue, and he probably expected him to have the girl longing him, but Draco was going to clue him in, even if he had to write it fifty thousand times.
…
Granger had been waiting for him…
"What the bloody hell?"
Draco stared impassively at the girl's tear-streaked face and bent down to have a better look at her.
"Granger, have you been crying this whole time?" he asked her softly, not sincerely caring about how she felt, he was just acting.
"Shut your mouth," she was mumbling, and Draco stared blankly at her, his platinum hair tumbling over his shoulders.
"Granger, you have nothing to cry about. No one in your family died suddenly or… just was killed in battle. You don't know the true meaning of 'melancholic.' You have no utter clue," he spat, and that seemed to attract her attention, because she lifted her head up and met his icy gaze.
"Do you see thestrals?"
"That has nothing at all to do with--"
"Yes, it does, Malfoy," she interrupted and Draco eyed her curiously.
"How?" he asked childishly, and she shook her bushy head.
Not human, utter filth, that is what they are.
"They are humans, they have emotional scars like the rest of us," she had once said.
"You're too compassionate," Draco had replied dryly.
"The ones who witness a great mass number of death will end up having the same fate as their victims," she said numbly, and Draco put his hands on her knees, reminding himself to wash thoroughly later.
"Granger, you can't be serious," he said, getting a better look into her chocolate eyes.
Reminds me of her…
How sad…
Why did she have to possess those eyes?
"I read it in a book somewhere…" she muttered and he gave her an emotionless stare.
"Granger, you're making no sense… Did you get any sleep last night at all?" he eyed her pale face thoughtfully.
"Do you see thestrals?" she tried again, and he blinked, scowling deeply.
"I see those winged-horse creatures…"
"You saw your mother die," she stated with pure paranoia, and he nodded.
"Yes, but what does that have to do with me? Are you feeling pity for me, Granger? I don't need your pity," he spat and stood up, easily towering over her, an angered look crossing his face.
"Anthony!" she squeaked, and Draco cocked a pale eyebrow at her.
Ooh, look, here her hero comes…
He's with that Ravenclaw Cho.
Well, it looks like he asked her out…
Draco glanced over her shoulder at them then back at Granger. "So? He's with a girl, so what? Do you feel sad about that? What about getting revenge on the sick bastard?"
Going for the kill…
Her eyes filled with tears, and she put her hands on her knees to support herself when she stood.
"Malfoy, you're a conceited bastard…" She muttered under her breath, Draco smirked cruelly at her, interlacing of his arms with her own.
"Act," he mouthed at her startled expression.
"Malfoy! What the hell!"
Granger stood on her tip-toes and kissed Draco's cheek, and Draco commanded himself not to look disgusted, which was very hard to do.
"Bye, boyfriend of mine," she said softly, walking past Goldstein and Cho, a little bounce in her step, which Draco noticed with a mild smirk.
This bit of information might come in handy! he thought, turning back to step through the open Slytherin portrait with a little plan forming in his head…
TBC
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