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A/N: Sorry it took sooooo long for the second chapter to be done. Homework had to be done… --;; Hope you like it though!! Please tell me if it needs more improvement… :P
Darkness of the Dungeons
By Larkspur
Chapter Two
Two days passed and nothing changed. My whole house was still dark and everything was in their places. The curtains of my room were still tied, my hair was still gelled and I was still under the name Malfoy…not that I could actually change that. Malfoy's a great name…I just didn't like the one carrying it.
I sighed as rain fiercely knocked on my window.
I was still wearing my clothes from the other day and I didn't sleep a single minute since then. I was sitting on the floor facing the window—motionless—thinking of things I never expected to occur to me.
Am I really happy? Am I okay with this life? Am I just going to bloody sit here in this bloody floor for the rest of my life?
There was a knock on my door.
"It's open," I said lifelessly.
A House Elf came in. I didn't move but I knew he was shivering like hell. His voice croaked and his footsteps were unsteady.
"D-Dinner's r-ready, sir."
I just waved my hand lazily and then he left. I closed my eyes, trying to envision a place I would want to stay in. Nothing came in my mind. It must have been because of the noise the rain was making or the unutterable emotion I have been feeling. But whatever it was, it made my thoughts drain right out of me as if I were an open faucet.
I whispered to myself words. "Run away…"
I opened my eyes, apparently surprised to what I have just said. Run away. Those were words that I had forbidden myself to say out loud until that moment. I never run away. I never escape from what ever happens in my life. I stand firm to what I decide. I never run away…
Or maybe I have…
My pale-colored eyes looked out of the window. The rage of the rain began to soften, my thoughts became clearer.
I have been running away from my own freedom.
At the long, well-varnished dinner table, I was playing with my soup as I read this morning's Daily Prophet silently. I flipped from page to page until I came upon an article about a promotion in the Ministry of Magic.
Arthur Weasley just had a promotion in the Ministry and all were invited for his celebration party the day before.
I grunted at the sight of the picture of seven grinning redheads. The Weasley family was moving around excitedly in the picture and the familiar friend of that Potter was smiling so wide that his mouth can slip right off his face.
I moved my eyes to another carrot-top. Percy Weasley. I rolled my eyes in disgust. He, I knew, was a prefect before and had become a Head Boy in Hogwarts. He was an idiotic bossy know-it-all and that he had only been chosen to become Head Boy because Dumbledore favored the Weasleys. I had a couple of demerits because of him but that doesn't matter anymore. He was gone of Hogwarts and I was chosen prefect just last year.
And then I caught view of his little sister, appearing right behind him. She was a shy girl but can be quite aggressive sometimes. I have seen her a couple of times in the school grounds but never really cared about her.
Suddenly, as I watched her small smile hidden behind her most cheerful eyes, I felt once again the feeling of undeniably irritating emotion within myself. I have tried to push it away of my thoughts—I really did—yet it was there. Not only have I drowned myself in total depression in my room, I was, at the same time, having felt the envy for others. The time when I found myself staring at the children running around, to the whispered words I had just said on that night and to this feeling of jealousy for the Weasleys' joyous life were all unmistakably wrong. They were facts, I had to admit, but they were impossible facts. They were things I never thought of experiencing.
I shook my head slightly.
What am I thinking?
I started to wonder about my thoughts. I didn't understand why those feelings kept coming back to me. There never was a day when I actually had the time to undergo anything as such.
I was getting annoyed by the way I was acting. Draco Malfoy never ever had a complete breakdown of emotions.
I pushed my chair aside and stood up, placing my hands firmly on the table. I paused for awhile.
"S-Sir?" one of the Elves said worriedly. "You're father t—
I had enough of this.
There was a loud crack of thunder and I was treading heavily towards the door with great anger. I grabbed my cloak, turned the knob and seen before my eyes was a horrible sight. Sweat began to drip down my forehead and then a shiver went up my spine. It was raining so hard again. The wind was strong enough that the trees began to bend so low as if they were to break any minute soon. Everything seemed to be getting off the ground and the thunder crackled loudly as breaking glass.
I walked a step out and felt the forceful drops on feet. I took a deep breath as I continued on out of the Malfoy manor.
This is the only thing I can do for now.
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