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THE KNEE TREMBLER
Chapter 5 : Bills, Twister and Depression
Lucius went home after about another few days.
''You're just going to let me go?''said Lucius, looking hurt.
''Well, put it this way,''said Draco. ''We're not going to cry for you to come back.''
This was mainly because he'd damaged so many people's hearing that you heard the words ''What?? I can't hear you!'' at least seventeen times a day.
Draco seemed particularly relieved when his father was piled onto the train, still rolling drunk and cradling a bottle of Jack Daniels. Draco waved him off at the station. Lucius stuck his head out the window. He was drooling a little but didn't seem to notice. He pointed a finger at his son.
''You're a little bastard!''he shouted. ''You're a little bastard and I'm going to bring your mother down here and she'll give you such an arse kicking . . . Where am I going again, Draco?'' He peered at the station that he was leaving fast.
''Home,''said Draco. ''And may you stay there.''
Then he turned around and went back to the castle, in an outstandingly bad mood.
''This sucks more than anything has ever sucked before,''he muttered.
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The months went by. Hermione got fatter. Draco got suicidal. Ron and Harry started passing out on a daily basis, so much so that no-one really noticed anymore. It became the norm.
Draco had been forced on more than one occasion to go baby shopping with Hermione. Naturally he monaed like a bitch all the way. Even though it was his child that didn't mean he wanted to go out and shop for it. That was Hermione's problem, dammit.
People had also taken to stopping and laughing at Draco whenever he passed them in the corridor. Some had even got into the highly annoying habit of smacking him.
It pissed him off that it was Hermione who was getting all the bloody pity, rather than him.
Draco was walking idly round the school one day when an own came hurtling out of nowhere and smacked him in the face.
''Arghhh!''cried Draco, more out of annoyance than pain.
He gave the unconcious owl a sly kick and snatched the piece of parchment from around it's leg.
He read it then swore outloud. It was the bill from the shops Hermione had been buying baby things from.
''Oh for fucks sake!''Draco cried. ''There is no way in bloody hell that I'm paying for all this crap!!''
In a rage that can only be done right by the stupidly rich and those who are asking for a slap, Draco stormed off to the library, where he'd come to know was where Hermione usually was.
Sure enough, there she was. Draco felt close to exploding with anger at having to spend his money ( well . .his father's money ) on someone other than himself. He threw the bill in her face.
''What the hell were you thinking, woman??''Draco roared. ''Look at how much money you've wasted!''
''I wouldn't call spending money on your child wasting money, Draco,''said Hermione coldly.
''For Christ's sake, it's a baby, not a bloody broomstick!''he shouted. ''You don't have to keep it running, and polish it and take it for inspection! All you need to do is feed it and change it! There's not much more to it!'' He massaged his temples. ''Bloody hell . . .''
''Actually,''said Hermione, folding her arms. ''The baby needs a good deal of things. Toys, nappies, places to sleep, clothes, bibs - ''
Draco cut her off. ''I don't care!''he wailed. He sighed. ''I need a sit down.'' He slumped into a chair and started to rock back and forth. ''So much money . . . so much money that can't be spent on me . . .''
Hermione took in upon herself to smack him around the head with a book. ''Oh, stop whining, you pointless little man.''
Draco burst into tears. ''I'm not pointless! I'm very useful!''
''To who?''said Hermione nastily.
Draco had to stop and think about this one. ''Give me a minute . . ''he said thoughtfully. He shook his head and shrugged. ''No, you're right. I am pointless. Sorry.''
''And blond,''smirked Hermione.
''And blond.''
Draco sighed deeply. ''Well, this is depressing,''he said. He started to beat his head against the desk.
''Stop that!''the librarian shouted. ''You'll wreak the wood!''
''Oh piss off, you hideous old bat!''Draco snapped viciously. ''Why don't you go and get buried under a pile of books or something and do everyone a bloody favour!''
Hermione blinked. ''Maybe you should go and lie down,''she said.
''Maybe I should go and lie down,''echoed Draco miserably.
So he sloped off by himself through the corridors, surrounded by laughter and the odd person running up to him, smacking him on the forehead whilst shouting ''Slaparama!'' and running away.
Draco went to his dorm room and lay down on his bed. He drew the curtains around him for privacy, but to Crabbe and Goyle, privacy was just a seven-letter word that meant something.
''Wotcha, Draco,''Crabbe beamed as he pulled back Draco's curtains.
Draco chose not to respond.
''Draco? Draco? Draco? Draco? Donald? . . I mean . .Draco?''
Crabbe went on like this for a while until Draco finally gave in.
''What??''he snarled. ''Can't you see that I'm trying to be alone here?? Why the hell do you have to interrupt me whenever I want some peace and sodding quiet, you stupid, stupid person??''
Crabbe looked at him blankly. ''Want a sweetie?''he said, producing a bag of sweets.
Draco wrinkled his nose. ''Have you touched them?''he said.
''Yeh, been eating them for the past half hour.''
''Then no, I don't want a sweetie.''
Crabbe grinned. He pointed at Goyle. ''Me and Goyle learned how to play Twister,''he said.
Goyle beamed. ''It's fun and it hurts,''he said, smiling. ''It's a clever game.''
''No,''said Draco. ''Backgammon is a clever game. Twister is a game for bendy retards.''
''We can play it and we don't fall down once,''said Goyle, still grinning joyfully.
''What a shame,''hissed Draco. ''I would've so looked forward to see you fall on your stupid fat arse.''
Crabbe and Goyle looked blank. ''We can play Twister,''they said.
''I've got better things to do that play Twister,''said Draco exasperatedly.
''Oh yeh,''said Crabbe thoughtfully. ''That baby of yours . . .yeah . . . how's that going then?''
Draco burst into tears at the misery and stress of it all, but to make himself feel better he set Goyle on fire.
After this he felt a little bit better.
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Stand by for chapter 6 in the near future!
Luv Lux
xox
THE KNEE TREMBLER
Chapter 5 : Bills, Twister and Depression
Lucius went home after about another few days.
''You're just going to let me go?''said Lucius, looking hurt.
''Well, put it this way,''said Draco. ''We're not going to cry for you to come back.''
This was mainly because he'd damaged so many people's hearing that you heard the words ''What?? I can't hear you!'' at least seventeen times a day.
Draco seemed particularly relieved when his father was piled onto the train, still rolling drunk and cradling a bottle of Jack Daniels. Draco waved him off at the station. Lucius stuck his head out the window. He was drooling a little but didn't seem to notice. He pointed a finger at his son.
''You're a little bastard!''he shouted. ''You're a little bastard and I'm going to bring your mother down here and she'll give you such an arse kicking . . . Where am I going again, Draco?'' He peered at the station that he was leaving fast.
''Home,''said Draco. ''And may you stay there.''
Then he turned around and went back to the castle, in an outstandingly bad mood.
''This sucks more than anything has ever sucked before,''he muttered.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The months went by. Hermione got fatter. Draco got suicidal. Ron and Harry started passing out on a daily basis, so much so that no-one really noticed anymore. It became the norm.
Draco had been forced on more than one occasion to go baby shopping with Hermione. Naturally he monaed like a bitch all the way. Even though it was his child that didn't mean he wanted to go out and shop for it. That was Hermione's problem, dammit.
People had also taken to stopping and laughing at Draco whenever he passed them in the corridor. Some had even got into the highly annoying habit of smacking him.
It pissed him off that it was Hermione who was getting all the bloody pity, rather than him.
Draco was walking idly round the school one day when an own came hurtling out of nowhere and smacked him in the face.
''Arghhh!''cried Draco, more out of annoyance than pain.
He gave the unconcious owl a sly kick and snatched the piece of parchment from around it's leg.
He read it then swore outloud. It was the bill from the shops Hermione had been buying baby things from.
''Oh for fucks sake!''Draco cried. ''There is no way in bloody hell that I'm paying for all this crap!!''
In a rage that can only be done right by the stupidly rich and those who are asking for a slap, Draco stormed off to the library, where he'd come to know was where Hermione usually was.
Sure enough, there she was. Draco felt close to exploding with anger at having to spend his money ( well . .his father's money ) on someone other than himself. He threw the bill in her face.
''What the hell were you thinking, woman??''Draco roared. ''Look at how much money you've wasted!''
''I wouldn't call spending money on your child wasting money, Draco,''said Hermione coldly.
''For Christ's sake, it's a baby, not a bloody broomstick!''he shouted. ''You don't have to keep it running, and polish it and take it for inspection! All you need to do is feed it and change it! There's not much more to it!'' He massaged his temples. ''Bloody hell . . .''
''Actually,''said Hermione, folding her arms. ''The baby needs a good deal of things. Toys, nappies, places to sleep, clothes, bibs - ''
Draco cut her off. ''I don't care!''he wailed. He sighed. ''I need a sit down.'' He slumped into a chair and started to rock back and forth. ''So much money . . . so much money that can't be spent on me . . .''
Hermione took in upon herself to smack him around the head with a book. ''Oh, stop whining, you pointless little man.''
Draco burst into tears. ''I'm not pointless! I'm very useful!''
''To who?''said Hermione nastily.
Draco had to stop and think about this one. ''Give me a minute . . ''he said thoughtfully. He shook his head and shrugged. ''No, you're right. I am pointless. Sorry.''
''And blond,''smirked Hermione.
''And blond.''
Draco sighed deeply. ''Well, this is depressing,''he said. He started to beat his head against the desk.
''Stop that!''the librarian shouted. ''You'll wreak the wood!''
''Oh piss off, you hideous old bat!''Draco snapped viciously. ''Why don't you go and get buried under a pile of books or something and do everyone a bloody favour!''
Hermione blinked. ''Maybe you should go and lie down,''she said.
''Maybe I should go and lie down,''echoed Draco miserably.
So he sloped off by himself through the corridors, surrounded by laughter and the odd person running up to him, smacking him on the forehead whilst shouting ''Slaparama!'' and running away.
Draco went to his dorm room and lay down on his bed. He drew the curtains around him for privacy, but to Crabbe and Goyle, privacy was just a seven-letter word that meant something.
''Wotcha, Draco,''Crabbe beamed as he pulled back Draco's curtains.
Draco chose not to respond.
''Draco? Draco? Draco? Draco? Donald? . . I mean . .Draco?''
Crabbe went on like this for a while until Draco finally gave in.
''What??''he snarled. ''Can't you see that I'm trying to be alone here?? Why the hell do you have to interrupt me whenever I want some peace and sodding quiet, you stupid, stupid person??''
Crabbe looked at him blankly. ''Want a sweetie?''he said, producing a bag of sweets.
Draco wrinkled his nose. ''Have you touched them?''he said.
''Yeh, been eating them for the past half hour.''
''Then no, I don't want a sweetie.''
Crabbe grinned. He pointed at Goyle. ''Me and Goyle learned how to play Twister,''he said.
Goyle beamed. ''It's fun and it hurts,''he said, smiling. ''It's a clever game.''
''No,''said Draco. ''Backgammon is a clever game. Twister is a game for bendy retards.''
''We can play it and we don't fall down once,''said Goyle, still grinning joyfully.
''What a shame,''hissed Draco. ''I would've so looked forward to see you fall on your stupid fat arse.''
Crabbe and Goyle looked blank. ''We can play Twister,''they said.
''I've got better things to do that play Twister,''said Draco exasperatedly.
''Oh yeh,''said Crabbe thoughtfully. ''That baby of yours . . .yeah . . . how's that going then?''
Draco burst into tears at the misery and stress of it all, but to make himself feel better he set Goyle on fire.
After this he felt a little bit better.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stand by for chapter 6 in the near future!
Luv Lux
xox