Dobby will get very fat, you know. But don't stop on his account. I can get
another house elf. But not Winky cause she cries all the time. Name for an
orphan house elf? Well, here's what happened to Draco after he went back to
his common room.
Draco stalked down to the dungeons and his common room. He gripped his wand in one hand, Cin would be fine, but he may not. Slytherins had less honesty then Gryffindors. Less concern for the rules. He snorted indignantly. Here he was comparing the Slytherins to the Gryffindors, and the fucking gryffs were winning! Cin was corroding his self-resolve. After what he confided in her, he hoped she kept it to herself. If she even hinted. . . He would die. He would die because he would be seen as weak. He needed to be strong.
"Maleficium!" He snapped at the portrait of a black knight that covered the Slytherin's common room entrance. The knight ignored him. "If you don't open up, I will slash your picture to ribbons, then chase you through the halls and incinerate you. There will not even be ashes left." He said in a venomous hiss. The portrait slid back with alacrity. "Thank you." Draco said as he went down into the stairwell.
"You are barely worth, you treacherous cur! The quality of Malfoys is sadly declining." The knight yelled after Draco's retreating back. "You, sirrah, are no Slytherin!" Good, Draco thought sourly to himself. Perhaps he no longer wished to be one.
When Draco walked into the Slytherin room, he was met with more then words. Hexes and spells came flying at him from all directions. "Avert!" He snapped, wielding his wand with unnecessary force. The spells careened off him into the crowd of Slytherins. "Expelliarmus!" And those who had still had hold of their wands lost them. "You better watch yourselves. Dumbledore could take it with no great loss if I died, but if Virginia Weasley is even bruised, there may be no more Slytherin house!" The room fell into silence, except for the whimpers of those hit with various spells. "You are all so fucking retarded, I am amazed. We are Slytherins, we are not stupid. We are cunning. We are intelligent. We do things with at least some fucking style!" He snarled.
"You are not a Slytherin! You, you, two-faced traitor!" An anonymous voice yelled from the depths of the throng. The Slytherins mumbled in agreement.
"Salazar Slytherin, preserve your house from its own stupidity." Muttered Draco as he raised his eyes to the heavens. He looked back at the crowd of Slytherins. "Virginia Weasley is a Gryffindor. She is a Gryffindor of a long line of Gryffindors, as I am a Slytherin of Slytherins." He explained in long suffering tones. They glowered, but listened. "Dumbledore will not do anything to halt it, as he is a firm believer in bettering house relations. And with Ginny Weasley, so am I." He smirked as the Slytherins caught on to the double entendre. "But imagine then, how this will just consume all the Gryffindors. Potter, oh so sad, loses the girl who had a crush on him for years to his greatest enemy. The Weasleys brothers will fume. McGonagall will fret. All in all, it's a good situation." He smiled slyly at his house. They gaped as they considered the ramifications that he had presented to them, and began to smile. Pansy darted out of the group, her face tear streaked.
"Draco! You're really going to go out with that, that gryff slut?"
"If she's a slut, Pansy, then that makes you a lot worse." Pansy recoiled from him, mouth gaping open in shock. "At least I haven't fucked Ginny in a closet somewhere, like I did you on the first day back in third year. You disgust me, Pansy." The rest of the Slytherins laughed cruelly as Pansy stepped backwards, and then ran away to her dorm, eyes streaming tears.
"Mr. Malfoy, causing trouble once more I see." He heard the dry tones of Professor Snape behind him. Draco turned around, his face expressionless. The crowd of Slytherins swiftly melted away. "I suppose you think your little stunt with Virginia Weasley at dinner was terribly funny."
"Perhaps not to anyone else, sir, but Ginny and I found it amusing enough." Draco answered politely. "And I don't see why it's any of you fucking business, sir." His voice growled, hostility covered with a thin veneer of mock politeness. Snape raised an eyebrow at him.
"Perhaps you don't. Come and talk to me in my chambers, where I can be sure no ears are listening in." Snape turned, cloak fluttering, and climbed up the stairs. "Is it really necessary to threaten the paintings, Malfoy?" He asked sardonically.
"When said painting won't let me in, even with the proper password, yes." Draco scowled. "He's lucky I didn't hex him."
"Here. Don't bother trying to come back afterwards, it's locked to my voice." Snape told him as they reached a tapestry showing lots of wolves and wolfish men on horseback. "Slytherin." The tapestry divided, showing a wooden door, which opened to let them pass.
"Isn't Slytherin a little unimaginative, sir?" Draco remarked as he followed Snape through the door. It slammed shut behind him. Snape turned on Draco, eyes blazing as his composed mask vanished.
"You little fool! You have no idea what you're doing! If you want your father to appear at the school, you're going the right way about it!" Snape snarled viciously. He turned on his heel and went and sat behind the small desk. The small room was very crowded, even with just the desk, a chair, a bookcase and a fireplace. Draco stood uneasily by the closed door and let his eyes roam around the anteroom to Snape's bedchambers. New décor he had in. Less gloomy. Snape slumped over his desk and tiredly rubbed his temples. "Truly. Draco, is she worth it? You remember what happened last time."
Draco nodded grimly. He knew very well indeed. His mind flicked back to that night last year, when Lucius found out that his heir had 'accidentally' let Potter escape once more from Voldemort. The Cruciatus curse had been the least of his ideas on how to punish Draco's incompetence. "She is, Severus. You have no idea." Draco said with a slight smile on his face.
"You'd be surprised what I know Draco. I once knew someone like that, a very long time ago when I was young and stupid. . ." Snape said quietly, staring into the fire. As a log split open with a sharp crack!, Snape shook himself and swung his gaze back on Draco. "Just, be careful Draco."
"I am always, Severus. I at least know what's coming. Those poor deluded fools up there talk of the Dark Lord's glory, but there is none with him. Merely pain. I plan to owl my father tonight. I'll tell him what I told the Slytherins. I'm going out with Ginny to infuriate Potter and the rest of the Gryffindors." Draco told Snape in an old, tired sounding voice.
"Ah, Draco, what have we done to you? Slytherin was an honorable house once . . ." Snape said as he stood and laid a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Perhaps it will be once more, professor. One day, when this is all past." Draco told Snape. "Ginny is good for me. She helps me laugh."
"You need that. I'll see you in class, Draco."
"Yes, sir." Draco said as he turned to leave. "See you, professor."
Ah ha! Snape has a heart! So does Draco, though he is exceptionally cruel to Pansy. Draco knows what's what, that's certain. Now exactly when Draco decided to betray his father, you'll find out. And obviously, the Dream Team have no idea that Draco saved Harry. Find out more about this later, ok peeps? That house elf is getting fat, and the little nameless one is growing rapidly as well. Feeding the house elves so well, soon they'll go pop! Kablooie! No more elf!
Draco stalked down to the dungeons and his common room. He gripped his wand in one hand, Cin would be fine, but he may not. Slytherins had less honesty then Gryffindors. Less concern for the rules. He snorted indignantly. Here he was comparing the Slytherins to the Gryffindors, and the fucking gryffs were winning! Cin was corroding his self-resolve. After what he confided in her, he hoped she kept it to herself. If she even hinted. . . He would die. He would die because he would be seen as weak. He needed to be strong.
"Maleficium!" He snapped at the portrait of a black knight that covered the Slytherin's common room entrance. The knight ignored him. "If you don't open up, I will slash your picture to ribbons, then chase you through the halls and incinerate you. There will not even be ashes left." He said in a venomous hiss. The portrait slid back with alacrity. "Thank you." Draco said as he went down into the stairwell.
"You are barely worth, you treacherous cur! The quality of Malfoys is sadly declining." The knight yelled after Draco's retreating back. "You, sirrah, are no Slytherin!" Good, Draco thought sourly to himself. Perhaps he no longer wished to be one.
When Draco walked into the Slytherin room, he was met with more then words. Hexes and spells came flying at him from all directions. "Avert!" He snapped, wielding his wand with unnecessary force. The spells careened off him into the crowd of Slytherins. "Expelliarmus!" And those who had still had hold of their wands lost them. "You better watch yourselves. Dumbledore could take it with no great loss if I died, but if Virginia Weasley is even bruised, there may be no more Slytherin house!" The room fell into silence, except for the whimpers of those hit with various spells. "You are all so fucking retarded, I am amazed. We are Slytherins, we are not stupid. We are cunning. We are intelligent. We do things with at least some fucking style!" He snarled.
"You are not a Slytherin! You, you, two-faced traitor!" An anonymous voice yelled from the depths of the throng. The Slytherins mumbled in agreement.
"Salazar Slytherin, preserve your house from its own stupidity." Muttered Draco as he raised his eyes to the heavens. He looked back at the crowd of Slytherins. "Virginia Weasley is a Gryffindor. She is a Gryffindor of a long line of Gryffindors, as I am a Slytherin of Slytherins." He explained in long suffering tones. They glowered, but listened. "Dumbledore will not do anything to halt it, as he is a firm believer in bettering house relations. And with Ginny Weasley, so am I." He smirked as the Slytherins caught on to the double entendre. "But imagine then, how this will just consume all the Gryffindors. Potter, oh so sad, loses the girl who had a crush on him for years to his greatest enemy. The Weasleys brothers will fume. McGonagall will fret. All in all, it's a good situation." He smiled slyly at his house. They gaped as they considered the ramifications that he had presented to them, and began to smile. Pansy darted out of the group, her face tear streaked.
"Draco! You're really going to go out with that, that gryff slut?"
"If she's a slut, Pansy, then that makes you a lot worse." Pansy recoiled from him, mouth gaping open in shock. "At least I haven't fucked Ginny in a closet somewhere, like I did you on the first day back in third year. You disgust me, Pansy." The rest of the Slytherins laughed cruelly as Pansy stepped backwards, and then ran away to her dorm, eyes streaming tears.
"Mr. Malfoy, causing trouble once more I see." He heard the dry tones of Professor Snape behind him. Draco turned around, his face expressionless. The crowd of Slytherins swiftly melted away. "I suppose you think your little stunt with Virginia Weasley at dinner was terribly funny."
"Perhaps not to anyone else, sir, but Ginny and I found it amusing enough." Draco answered politely. "And I don't see why it's any of you fucking business, sir." His voice growled, hostility covered with a thin veneer of mock politeness. Snape raised an eyebrow at him.
"Perhaps you don't. Come and talk to me in my chambers, where I can be sure no ears are listening in." Snape turned, cloak fluttering, and climbed up the stairs. "Is it really necessary to threaten the paintings, Malfoy?" He asked sardonically.
"When said painting won't let me in, even with the proper password, yes." Draco scowled. "He's lucky I didn't hex him."
"Here. Don't bother trying to come back afterwards, it's locked to my voice." Snape told him as they reached a tapestry showing lots of wolves and wolfish men on horseback. "Slytherin." The tapestry divided, showing a wooden door, which opened to let them pass.
"Isn't Slytherin a little unimaginative, sir?" Draco remarked as he followed Snape through the door. It slammed shut behind him. Snape turned on Draco, eyes blazing as his composed mask vanished.
"You little fool! You have no idea what you're doing! If you want your father to appear at the school, you're going the right way about it!" Snape snarled viciously. He turned on his heel and went and sat behind the small desk. The small room was very crowded, even with just the desk, a chair, a bookcase and a fireplace. Draco stood uneasily by the closed door and let his eyes roam around the anteroom to Snape's bedchambers. New décor he had in. Less gloomy. Snape slumped over his desk and tiredly rubbed his temples. "Truly. Draco, is she worth it? You remember what happened last time."
Draco nodded grimly. He knew very well indeed. His mind flicked back to that night last year, when Lucius found out that his heir had 'accidentally' let Potter escape once more from Voldemort. The Cruciatus curse had been the least of his ideas on how to punish Draco's incompetence. "She is, Severus. You have no idea." Draco said with a slight smile on his face.
"You'd be surprised what I know Draco. I once knew someone like that, a very long time ago when I was young and stupid. . ." Snape said quietly, staring into the fire. As a log split open with a sharp crack!, Snape shook himself and swung his gaze back on Draco. "Just, be careful Draco."
"I am always, Severus. I at least know what's coming. Those poor deluded fools up there talk of the Dark Lord's glory, but there is none with him. Merely pain. I plan to owl my father tonight. I'll tell him what I told the Slytherins. I'm going out with Ginny to infuriate Potter and the rest of the Gryffindors." Draco told Snape in an old, tired sounding voice.
"Ah, Draco, what have we done to you? Slytherin was an honorable house once . . ." Snape said as he stood and laid a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Perhaps it will be once more, professor. One day, when this is all past." Draco told Snape. "Ginny is good for me. She helps me laugh."
"You need that. I'll see you in class, Draco."
"Yes, sir." Draco said as he turned to leave. "See you, professor."
Ah ha! Snape has a heart! So does Draco, though he is exceptionally cruel to Pansy. Draco knows what's what, that's certain. Now exactly when Draco decided to betray his father, you'll find out. And obviously, the Dream Team have no idea that Draco saved Harry. Find out more about this later, ok peeps? That house elf is getting fat, and the little nameless one is growing rapidly as well. Feeding the house elves so well, soon they'll go pop! Kablooie! No more elf!