Phoenix and the Dragon
By: babykelyse
A/N: So sorry for the lateness of this chapter. My birthday was this past Friday so I wasn't in town to update. A special thank you for the review from tkmoore. It's nice to know that my work is appreciated So, without further ado, on with the chapter.
Chapter 8
Dragon Eyes
Draco kissed Ginny softly on the lips before heading off towards his own common room. He wasn't sure how he felt about Ginny, but he knew his feelings were strong. Growing up with a father who didn't know how to treat his own son, almost turned him against any emotion leaning towards love. Of course, he had his mother and she loved him in her own way. She often tended to his wounds after his father beat him relentlessly. She even cried over them once and whispered that she loved him before heading back to deal with Lucius. Without a doubt, Draco loved his mother. She was the only thing that kept him sane.
She'd probably like the littlest Weasely, Draco thought to himself.
Instantly, Draco stopped in his tracks. The girl had more of an effect on him that he thought. Not once in his 17 years did he ever think of bringing one of his latest flings to meet his mother. But of course, Virginia isn't one of his latest flings. She was different. Different because he felt something stir in him when they kissed. Something he'd never felt with any of the girls he'd snogged with. He felt, warm from the core of his being to the tip of fingers. Draco smiled at that thought. After telling the password to the portrait in front of his dorms, Draco walked slowly into his room.
Being Head Boy definately has its advantages, he thought to himself.
His room was done in the traditional Slytherin colors. He had a balcony overlooking most of the Hogwarts' grounds, and inside his room were various portraits of Head Boys that had occupied the room before him. His bathroom had a deep jacuzzi size tub with various scents of bubblebath and bath salts. He also had a small kitchen area in case he didn't wake up in time for breakfast in the Great Hall. His bedroom was his most favorite place of all. He had a king size bed with forest green satin sheets with a black coverlet and the biggest, softest black, green, and silver pillows. In one corner of the room, there was a mahogany desk adorned with parchment, quills, and ink for when he had to do his homework. There were also dark brown leather chairs with a mahogany coffee table in another corner of his room for his guests.
In the upstairs part of his room, were 2 other bedrooms for guests. They had pretty much the same furnishments only they weren't as elaboratey decorated as his. Slowly, Draco took off his robes and his uniform before heading towards the bathroom. He settled for a spicy cinnamon scented body wash and began to wash his body in the shower. Twenty minutes he emerged in just black silk pajama bottoms(A/N: drools lol) while toweling his platinum hair dry. Since he didn't have any homework for the first time in weeks, he chose a book from his enormous collection and settled on the cool silk sheets to read.
As time drew on, Draco slowly drifted off and his book lay forgotten on his stomach. As Draco lay sleeping on his bed, he didn't notice the figure coming slowly from the shadows and heading towards his bed. The figure looked down at Draco before slowly lowering itself towards him. White, fanged teeth glinted in the moonlight as they descended onto Draco's unprotected neck. Draco snapped wide awake as he felt a sting on his neck, and vainly tried to push the figure off of him. The figure was surprisingly strong and easily held Draco down as it continued to feed on his blood. The room started to blur before Draco's eyes and he felt his lifeforce being sucked from him. Then, memories started to come at him again.
Memories of a man, that strangely looked like him embracing a woman with fiery red hair. He also saw the man in a war as he protected the fiery headed woman before later killing her in a sort of demonic form. Sweat beaded Draco's upper lip as the figure finally drew away from him. Suddenly, Draco felt as if a thousand knives were embedding themselves into his entire body. He felt his ribs expand and his biceps bulge out. Chocked noises came out of his mouth as he tried to cry out in pain. The figure watched as Draco writhed around in the bed and cackled evilly. His plan had gone rather easily. He watched as Draco's normal light grey eyes darken into a blue black color as his body engulfed in Change. Sharp talons grew from where Draco's fingers once resided and changed to a black color. His once pale body, had changed into a dark blue.(A/N: once again..think Scott Speedman in his vampire/lichen form on Underworld) Finally, sharp fangs emerged as Draco's body stopped writhing.
The figure smiled at his handiwork, and glided gracefully towards Draco's prone form. Before Draco, or rather the beast in Draco's place could wake up, the figure plunged a small syringe into its arm. A pale blue light engulfed the creature and when it faded, Draco's body was back in its normal state.
"My work is complete", the figure said. Quickly, and quietly the figure went out as it came in disappearing into the darkness.
A/N: Sorry its so short guys. I think...I actually like this chapter lol It took me forever to write it(although it doesn't seem it) because of lack of ideas and such, but I think this is a good chapter overall. School is starting for me this coming Monday, so chapters might go even slower with coming out, so please just bare with me. I'll be getting them out as quickly and efficiently as I can. And also, I'd like to point out(in case you didn't notice lol) that I'm using Scott Speedman's character in Underworld as my inspiration for Draco's character. Well, not Draco's character per se, but his form he turns to throughout this story. Just thought I'd point that out for everyone. Anywho, you know the drill people. Read, review and enjoy. It's nice to know that my work is appreciated every so often.