Heir to the Throne: Chapter Four
Disclaimer: See previous chapter.
Recommendations: See my bio for great sites to check out.
Warnings: OOC, maybe some language, some violence, maybe some sexual refernces. If you don't like any of that stuff, I advise that you don't read on.
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Last Time:
The door flung open, Lucius Malfoy, Draco and her father exited the study.
"Casey?" Draco said before falling to his knees beside her. "Are.. are you okay?"
Draco wrapped an arm around her, hugging her. Casey leant against his chest, her head lifted up as she stared into the scarlet red eyes, which belonged to her father. "You're marrying her?!"
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Chapter Four: Pushing Them Away
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Casey wiped the tear tracks from her cheek and pushed Draco away. She jumped to her feet quickly, and began running down the hallway. "All of you, just keep away from from me," She screamed at the top of her lungs. "I hate you!"
She kept running until she reached the staircase, forgetting she was wearing a rather high pair of heels, sprinted down the steps as fast as she could. Her left black heel caught on a rip in the carpet, half way down the staircase, causing her a tumble down the rest of them. Her head hit the bannister near what she guessed was the bottom and she blacked out.
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Waking slowly, Casey raised her hand to her head, cluthing it as it pounding. Sure this wasn't the worse pain she'd ever been in, but it still fucking hurt.
"Casey!" a male voice said excitedly, clutching her other hand tighter.
"Shut up," Casey moaned softly, even her voice made her head pound further.
She opened her eyes to the, thankfully, semi-dark room, which she was shocked to find her bedroom. She turned to the person next to her, the one gripping her hand. It was Draco.
"Draco...?" She murmured, almost soundlessly.
"Yes, Casey?" Draco asked, as if he was if he were next to her death bed.
"How did I get here?"
"Pettigrew found you," he told her, stroking her hand. She pulled it away.
"This doesn't change anything, Draco. I need my space, I need to figure out things."
Draco scowled, "I can't worry about you?"
"No," Casey shouted, sitting up as she did so. Her head began to spin slightly before calming itself. "No, you can't. Get Peter," She said to him, leaning against her headboard.
"Fine," Draco said, kicking his chair over as he stood. "Just great," he left muttering. Peter must have been outside the door, because he entered immediately.
"You called, milady?" Peter asked cautiously.
"Peter, don't give me that 'milady' shit. Where's my father?"
"In his study," Peter replied, wetting a cloth for her forehead. Casey took it gratefully, not that she looked to grateful.
"How long have I been... unconscious?" She asked, lying the cloth over her forehead, relaxing under the coldness. She figured she must have a nasty bump, the away her head was still pounding.
"Two days," Peter said, standing at the end of her bed.
"What?!"
"Casey, relax, you don't want to..." Peter began as Casey threw the blankets off her body. She noticed she'd been changed into a nightgown. She was hoping Peter had done it and not Draco.
"Has he been to see me?" Casey asked, pulling a pair of jeans on. She had mostly muggle clothes, growing up in an orphanage and all.
Peter knew exact who she was talking about, although he tried to act like he didn't. "Has who been to see you?" Peter asked, remaking her bed.
"Don't act dumb, Peter. My father, has my father been to see me?" She shot, her rage growing, which was a good thing. She had to have alot of rage to say what she wanted to say.
"He's been busy," Peter said nervously, defending her father as usual.
"So he hasn't," Casey muttered, growing angrier still. "Too busy with that slutty bitch."
"She is going to be your step-mother," Peter put in, defending Bellatrix now.
Casey pulled her nightie over her head and replaced it with a tank top. "Don't give me that shit, Peter, I'm not in the mood," Casey said, grabbing a long jacket and stamping out of the room. Peter followed her.
"Casey, where are you going? You should be in bed," Peter tried.
"Shut up, Peter!" Casey shouted, turning into a different hallway. Her father's study was on the same level as her room.
"You can't go in there," Peter said hurriedly. Casey had just placed her hand on the doorknob of Tom's study.
"I can do what I like," Casey snapped and flung the door open.
Five Death Eaters were kneeling on the floor in front of her father desk. She rolled her eyes as he father scowled at her, Bellatrix at his side.
"Out!" Casey ordered the Death Eaters. They seemed confused of who to take ordered from. They turned their heads towards her father.
"Out," he muttered.
"Yes, My Lord," they all whispered loudly and hurried from the room. Bella stayed where she was.
"What is you want, child?" Tom asked impatiently.
"I'm conscious again," Casey told him, rudely stating the obvious as she slammed the door in Peter's pleading face. She wasn't very happy with him at the moment. "And I'd also like to thank you for visiting me," she shot sarcastically.
Tom didn't look at her. "Is this all you came here for?" he asked.
"Actually, no," Casey said, glaring daggers at Bella. "I've got some news for you."
"Do you now?" Bella asked, folding her arms.
Casey gave her a sarcastic smirk. "Would I say it if I didn't," she muttered, but her future-step-mother heard.
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END CHAPTER...
::Is so evil:: ;). You guys have got to ait another chapter, he he he. You'll discover exactly what Casey is going to say, which I only have a tiny idea of what it is going to be. So when I got the whole picture, I'll write up the next chapter.
Until then...
- Love C.J, xox
Special Thanks:
Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys are the ones who keep the chapters coming. And an extra special thank you to love eternity, Casey you're the one who inspired me to write this chapter, thanks sweetie, you're an angel. Cookies to you all for being the best, ;D.
Disclaimer: See previous chapter.
Recommendations: See my bio for great sites to check out.
Warnings: OOC, maybe some language, some violence, maybe some sexual refernces. If you don't like any of that stuff, I advise that you don't read on.
---
Last Time:
The door flung open, Lucius Malfoy, Draco and her father exited the study.
"Casey?" Draco said before falling to his knees beside her. "Are.. are you okay?"
Draco wrapped an arm around her, hugging her. Casey leant against his chest, her head lifted up as she stared into the scarlet red eyes, which belonged to her father. "You're marrying her?!"
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Chapter Four: Pushing Them Away
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Casey wiped the tear tracks from her cheek and pushed Draco away. She jumped to her feet quickly, and began running down the hallway. "All of you, just keep away from from me," She screamed at the top of her lungs. "I hate you!"
She kept running until she reached the staircase, forgetting she was wearing a rather high pair of heels, sprinted down the steps as fast as she could. Her left black heel caught on a rip in the carpet, half way down the staircase, causing her a tumble down the rest of them. Her head hit the bannister near what she guessed was the bottom and she blacked out.
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Waking slowly, Casey raised her hand to her head, cluthing it as it pounding. Sure this wasn't the worse pain she'd ever been in, but it still fucking hurt.
"Casey!" a male voice said excitedly, clutching her other hand tighter.
"Shut up," Casey moaned softly, even her voice made her head pound further.
She opened her eyes to the, thankfully, semi-dark room, which she was shocked to find her bedroom. She turned to the person next to her, the one gripping her hand. It was Draco.
"Draco...?" She murmured, almost soundlessly.
"Yes, Casey?" Draco asked, as if he was if he were next to her death bed.
"How did I get here?"
"Pettigrew found you," he told her, stroking her hand. She pulled it away.
"This doesn't change anything, Draco. I need my space, I need to figure out things."
Draco scowled, "I can't worry about you?"
"No," Casey shouted, sitting up as she did so. Her head began to spin slightly before calming itself. "No, you can't. Get Peter," She said to him, leaning against her headboard.
"Fine," Draco said, kicking his chair over as he stood. "Just great," he left muttering. Peter must have been outside the door, because he entered immediately.
"You called, milady?" Peter asked cautiously.
"Peter, don't give me that 'milady' shit. Where's my father?"
"In his study," Peter replied, wetting a cloth for her forehead. Casey took it gratefully, not that she looked to grateful.
"How long have I been... unconscious?" She asked, lying the cloth over her forehead, relaxing under the coldness. She figured she must have a nasty bump, the away her head was still pounding.
"Two days," Peter said, standing at the end of her bed.
"What?!"
"Casey, relax, you don't want to..." Peter began as Casey threw the blankets off her body. She noticed she'd been changed into a nightgown. She was hoping Peter had done it and not Draco.
"Has he been to see me?" Casey asked, pulling a pair of jeans on. She had mostly muggle clothes, growing up in an orphanage and all.
Peter knew exact who she was talking about, although he tried to act like he didn't. "Has who been to see you?" Peter asked, remaking her bed.
"Don't act dumb, Peter. My father, has my father been to see me?" She shot, her rage growing, which was a good thing. She had to have alot of rage to say what she wanted to say.
"He's been busy," Peter said nervously, defending her father as usual.
"So he hasn't," Casey muttered, growing angrier still. "Too busy with that slutty bitch."
"She is going to be your step-mother," Peter put in, defending Bellatrix now.
Casey pulled her nightie over her head and replaced it with a tank top. "Don't give me that shit, Peter, I'm not in the mood," Casey said, grabbing a long jacket and stamping out of the room. Peter followed her.
"Casey, where are you going? You should be in bed," Peter tried.
"Shut up, Peter!" Casey shouted, turning into a different hallway. Her father's study was on the same level as her room.
"You can't go in there," Peter said hurriedly. Casey had just placed her hand on the doorknob of Tom's study.
"I can do what I like," Casey snapped and flung the door open.
Five Death Eaters were kneeling on the floor in front of her father desk. She rolled her eyes as he father scowled at her, Bellatrix at his side.
"Out!" Casey ordered the Death Eaters. They seemed confused of who to take ordered from. They turned their heads towards her father.
"Out," he muttered.
"Yes, My Lord," they all whispered loudly and hurried from the room. Bella stayed where she was.
"What is you want, child?" Tom asked impatiently.
"I'm conscious again," Casey told him, rudely stating the obvious as she slammed the door in Peter's pleading face. She wasn't very happy with him at the moment. "And I'd also like to thank you for visiting me," she shot sarcastically.
Tom didn't look at her. "Is this all you came here for?" he asked.
"Actually, no," Casey said, glaring daggers at Bella. "I've got some news for you."
"Do you now?" Bella asked, folding her arms.
Casey gave her a sarcastic smirk. "Would I say it if I didn't," she muttered, but her future-step-mother heard.
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END CHAPTER...
::Is so evil:: ;). You guys have got to ait another chapter, he he he. You'll discover exactly what Casey is going to say, which I only have a tiny idea of what it is going to be. So when I got the whole picture, I'll write up the next chapter.
Until then...
- Love C.J, xox
Special Thanks:
Thanks to all my reviewers, you guys are the ones who keep the chapters coming. And an extra special thank you to love eternity, Casey you're the one who inspired me to write this chapter, thanks sweetie, you're an angel. Cookies to you all for being the best, ;D.