Ryo Akuinenn: erm….chocolate chip? Woops…I can't spell.
IcyPanther: hehehe more Harry torture and Draco torture….those weasels are evil.
A/N: sorry it took so long for me to update
"Remus! Sirius!" Bill yelled. "Open the damn door!"
Draco nearly passed out. "Black and Lupin! I'm staying with Black and Lupin!"
"And Harry, Hermione and Torri, oh and Morgan'll be here in a few days," bill shouted over the rain.
Draco shoulders slumped in defeat. This is going to be horrible. "kill me now."
Oreo kissed his cheek. "Don't worry darling, I'll be there, I'm sure you'll love Torri."
"Who the Hell is Torri?"
"A friends daughter, I think you'll know her."
Draco sighed, he was completely confused, but decided to work it out later. The door flew open and standing in it was Lupin. Oreo shrieked and jumped into his arms.
"Oreo!" exclaimed the werewolf. He hugged her tightly. "Bill, Draco, please come in."
Bill and Draco were ushered inside, Draco threw down his hood and looked around. They were in a long corridor, on the walls were pictures, and heads of house elves. Draco already knew of the Blacks disturbing tradition so he didn't say a word. The walls were grey, there was a long flight of stairs to the left, down the corridor he saw various entrances.
"Bill, we're all very happy you've decided not to go with….the others." Said Remus, his smile lessened. "But are you sure you want to? I mean none of us will have a problem if you'd rather go with your family-"
Bill shook his red head. "I'd rather be here, and their not my family anymore."
"Well that's my pathetic attempt to get rid of you," joked Lupin. Bill laughed. Draco looked at Lupin more closely, he didn't look like the professor from his third year. This man was…happier. The werewolves curly golden red locks weren't dull and flat anymore, they were soft and full, the shone brilliantly even in the dim light. His eyes were the dull bronze Draco had seen in third year, they were a spectacular amber color, and they practically glowed. He was dressed like a muggle in jeans and a sweater.
"Please excuse the temperature, it's freezing in here. We don't have any heat, this house is even colder in the winter though." He explained. He was smiling much more. "It's even colder at night…" he waggled his eyebrows suggestively at Oreo.
"Well…I'm sure you'll keep me warm." She giggled with a wink at him. Draco nearly vomited at this he turned green, unfortunately his aunt noticed. "Remmie we're scaring Draco,"
The werewolf looked at Draco, "Mr. Malfoy."
Draco scowled. "Don't call me that, my names Draco. Not fucking Mr. Malfoy."
Lupin was shocked, Bill was smiling, and Oreo was frowning. "Draco don't use that language."
Draco rolled his eyes. Lupin started to talk again, but Draco tuned him out. He thought about how horrible this was going to be. Potter was a bitch, as was Granger. Well you should give them a chance, it's not like they like you. Said the little voice in the back of his head. He again felt a yearning for Blaise Pansy and Milly. They walked into a lounge were Granger, Potter, and another girl were watching Tv.
"Harry, Monie, Torri, with is Orielle," said Lupin. Orielle smiled. "you all know Bill." Potter looked confused as to why he was here. "and Draco."
Harry leapt to his feet. "Why is he here? He's going to murder us in our sleep!"
Draco sneered at him. "I didn't ask to be here, Potter."
"Get him out of here! We all know the Malfoy's are Voldemorts little lap dog. Did you dad tell you to come here?"
Draco didn't breath for a moment. First he saw his father burning the violin, then cutting him, then he felt the fear and hate again. "My name's Draco, not Malfoy! Yes I have a name, I'm no one's lap do and I'll be damned if I ever even look at that…that thing you mention again!"
"You mean your fuck buddy Voldemort?"
Again Draco thought of his father jumping on him with the knife, his thigh started to hurt. Shit I didn't put any crap on the stab wound! Draco cursed himself mentally. "No, I meant my father."
Draco was looking out the window, he tried to keep his eyes closed, he thought he did, but he didn't notice Granger studying them. Potter was scowling and looked in at Draco murderously.
"That was un called for Harry." Remus said, his voice was soft. Potter stormed out of the room violently. Granger and the girl were still sitting on he couch. Lupin followed Harry calling for Sirius. Orion shot him a apologetic look and followed Remus, Bill winked at Draco and went with them.
"Draco?" Ganger asked carefully. Half of Draco wanted to sneer something mean at her, the other half told him to shut up.
"Yes."
"You weren't lying were you?" Draco looked like he was going to kill her. she added quickly. "Not because of your father or anything but it's kind of hard to trust you after the past four years."
"No, I never want to see my father, or be reffered to as Malfoy ever again." Hermione nodded. "It's pronounced Hermione, then?"
She gave him a small smile. "Yes, I'll go talk to Harry." Draco smiled back at her. she left the room, leaving him with the girl.
"So your name's Draco?" she asked carelessly. She lay down on the couch. "Your Lucious' son."
Draco just nodded. "I'm Torri," She said. "Torri feyor."
Draco's head shot up. "Your dad's Daniel?" She nodded.
"He's in favor now, just thought you would like to know." She smiled at him.
"I'm glad, I've been really worried about him."
Draco sat down on the arm chair. "So why does Harry hate you?"
The blonde shrugged. "I've been a bitch been since first year. Mostly cause he insulted me. I wanted to be like my dad so much back then. Wanted him to be proud of me. Now I see, well I started to notice last year, that my dad'll never like me."
"Oh, your in Slytherin?"
"Yeah."
"Well that's probably a reason to. It's stupid that the two most powerful houses at Hogwarts are enemies. Everyone thinks that all dark wizards are in Slytherin, that all death eaters are evil, that all Slytherin's are evil. It's not true. Most death eaters need money to support their family, or want their family to be safe, or want to be safe themselves. Few death eaters are sadistic maniacs."
Draco smiled, "Finally someone who actually understand what I think!"
They talked in that room for quiet a while about the houses and the death eaters. Finally Draco dragged his stuff up to the fourth floor and choose a room farthest away from Harry at the foot of the stairs. He didn't go down for dinner. Instead he choose to admire the violin.
It was so beautiful. It took him a few minutes to work up the nerve to play it. He was angry, but also mournful. The violin's tune changed from violent hatred to waves of blue angst. He played furiously all night long.
The rest of the house, minus Remus and Oreo were eating a Tv dinner. Hermione was still thinking about Draco, Harry actually felt bad now after talking to her. Torri was the one who first the violin. "Do you hear that?" she asked.
"Yeah…it sounds like a violin," said Hermione.
"Oreo doesn't play does she?" Harry asked Sirius.
"No, I must be coming from one of the others houses." Said his godfather. They continued to eat. No one noticed the violin after that.
Sirius went up to bed around ten, Hermione followed a half hour later. At eleven Harry was consumed with guilt and decided to talk to Draco now. He left Torri and Bill alone at the Tv. As he walked up the stairs he wondered what eh would say. Finally he reached Draco's door. He stood there for a moment, then knocked.
Inside Draco panickedly hid the violin under the bed and dashed to the door. He smoothed his hair back with his fingers, he was about to say hello, when he saw Harry.
"What do you want?" the blonde scowled.
"Well I was just coming to apologize, but obviously you don't have the decency to be civil at least."
Draco sighed. "You took me by surprise."
"Fine, I'm sorry I was rude earlier, I didn't give you a chance to explain yourself." Said Harry, his arms crossed over his chest. Draco didn't like the way Potter had phrased it, but he accepted it.
"I'm sorry as well for being such a bastard to your since first year." Said Draco. He offered no explination as to why he had been a bastard, but Harry also took the apology.
"So Draco?"
"This doesn't mean we're friends," the blond snapped.
"I didn't say it did." Harry said defensivly.
"Good,"
"Good."
"Well, night." Harry stammered.
"Yeah…" sad Draco. "erm…Night." He shut the door and fell into his bed. Draco fell asleep thinking of Harry and Hermione and Torri.
Hours later Draco started awake. He flew upright in bed and hugged himself. "Only a dream. You're safe now. He can't hurt you." He whispered to himself.
He thought back to when he had his first nightmare, he was eight. A very scared Draco had ran to his parents room and tugged on his father sleeve. 'daddy? I had a bad dream? Will you make it go away?' Lucious had slapped him. 'Malfoy's don't call for their daddy! Go back to bed. Your old enough to handle it yourself.' Little Draco ran back to his room and crawled into bed crying.
That night he learned two things. Nightmares were his own trouble, and he could only cry on his own, his father could never know because crying and nightmares were weak. Draco never cried or talked about his nightmares, thought he had them almost every other night. He crawled back into bed and tried to sleep, but thoughts of his father once again scared him half to death. He slid out of bed, he sneezed and cursed. He hadn't changed out of his wet clothes.
He stripped and changed into a pair of jeans and a different sweat shirt. All the while shivering. Lupin was right, it's freezing in here! Thought the boy as he slid downstairs. Some tv would calm him down. He saw blue light dancing around the corridor, someone was up, and that someone was Sirius Black.
"Harry?" he asked.
"No, Draco." The blonde answered. Sirius looked a little weirded out that Draco was up.
"Shouldn't you be asleep?" he asked disinterestedly.
Draco scowled. "You can just say 'I don't want you here get away from me'. Everyone else has."
Sirius looked softened by this. "It's not that, I just figured you'd be tired. Are you hungry?"
"No, I'm fine. Can I join you?"
The man nodded from his position on he couch. Draco sat down on he floor and leaned back against the couch. They watched in a comfortable silence. Draco looked up and saw that Black was asleep. Draco switched of the tv and trotted back upstairs.
He stripped to his boxers and lay in bed trying to sleep. After about an hour he did. Draco rolled out of bed at what he guessed was seven or eight. He slipped into the shower, and ran his fingers through his wet hair. He got dressed and then went downstairs. As he came down the stairs the boy's head was pounding. He was so dizzy, nothing would stay straight and he could barely see. He thought he would throw up. Draco ran back to his room and nearly fell over the toilet vomiting violently.
After a few minutes he was dry heaving. He got up, dizzier then ever and brushed his teeth. Then he cursed and stumbled back into his room and saw his wet clothes were all bloody. He didn't realize he'd lost blood. Couldn't have bee much Draco thought as he went back downstairs.
He reached the bottom few stairs and then blacked out for a second. He tumbled down the stairs and hit the bottom with a huge thump. He tried to stand but fell again. He was so dizzy. Again eh got to his feet and grabbed the banister. He collapsed to his knees and then struggled to his feet again. He stumbled into the kitchen and saw everyone was there. All were in their Pajama's. Draco could barely look at them. He stumbled to the fridge and was relieved with he saw diet coke. He grabbed a can and took a big sip. His vision cleared.
"Morning Draco," Oreo said gleefully. "Your up early, it's only eight."
Yeah so are you. Every one looked tired. Probably cause of you, they couldn't sleep because of you! No one wants you.
"Yeah, morning." Draco said. he stumbled out of the kitchen and into the parlor. He started to couch violently and then he passed out. Draco fell to his knees, then flat on the floor. His coke spilled everywhere. No one even noticed. Finally it was Harry that went into he parlor about fifteen minutes later and saw Draco on the floor.
"Sirius!" he screamed. Everyone was gathered around Draco's body. Sirius scooped him up and carried him to the nearest bed room which happened to be Remus and Oreo's. Bill kept the three teens downstairs.
"What the hell happened to him?" Sirius growled. They lay him down on the bed Sirius checked his pulse.
"He passed out," said Remus. "He hasn't eaten in a while has he?"
"Yeah it's probably that, Sirius go get him so food," Oreo snapped. "Remus can you leave for a minute?"
The werewolf nodded. Once he was out of the room Oreo tore off Draco sweater and found he was bleeding again. She gasped when she saw the word Violin scratched into his chest. Bill didn't tell me about that. She thought angrily as she conjured some bandages to stop the bleeding. Once he was wrapped up she popped the sweater back over his head, knowing the boy didn't anyone to know he was wounded.
Draco woke up as Sirius brought in food, Remus followed. "Oreo? What happened?"
"You passed out love, when was the last time you ate something?"
"A few nights ago, when I was with Bill."
"How much did you eat?"
Draco decided not to tell her about throwing up. "enough,"
Oreo rolled her eyes. "Then deffintly not enough. Your concept of enough sickens me Draco,"
The blonde laughed and let her feed him. Draco thought he was going to throw up all over her. she was feeding him so much food. Draco said he was feeling much better and wanted to take a nap, it was a lie. But he grinned and that convinced the adults. He walked up the stairs fighting the dizzy spells that washed over him.
Once they couldn't see him anymore Draco sprinted to his bathroom and threw up for what seemed like hours. Draco thought he had passed out, but he wasn't sure. When he woke he left the bathroom and tried to play his violin, but he fingers were shaking. He ran back to the bathroom and dry heave until some one called him back for dinner. Draco cleaned himself with trembling fingers.
As he went down the stairs he was shivering violently. His big dark green sweatshirt might as well been made of tissue. Oreo gave him a plate of food and then he watched scary movie three with everyone else. Draco enjoyed the movie, but he barely ate. He spilled the plate of food all over the ground. He apologized profusely and cleaned it.
"Draco you don't strike me as clumsy." Sirius said. Draco looked at him angry before he realized the man was teasing. Draco managed a small smile before he excused himself. He ran back up the stairs to vomit again.
"Why can't you smile and laugh and be friendly?" Draco growled angrily at himself. "I deserve it all, I'm such a fucker, everyone hates me, they wish I were dead. I should punish my self for them."
He looked under the sink and found ammonia. It was perfect, he had had many encounters with ammonia, his father like to put it in his food, sometimes he locked Draco in a room full of ammonia. Everyone would think Draco didn't know what it was. Draco sniffed it and nearly passed out, but poured it over himself and allover the floor. He grasped the counter as he fell down on the ground. The ammonia was killing him.
A/N: from a deep dark whole. don't kill me! please? Heheh cliffie!