Smile to the death
By L.S.T.P
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
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Rosiy: I am glad that you like how the story is going on, and yes English is not my first language. I am really sorry about the mistakes in this story but I am still learning, and about a beta reader I think you are right I REALLY need one but jeje I don't have one I am gonna ask Snake about it. And no offence taken I really liked your review it made me feel like you were really reading and paying attention to it, so thanks!!!!!!
GaBo0 bueno eso explica porque te llegaba mi historia jeje y si trato de escribir en ingles pero mi ortografía no es muy buena jijiji. Y tu historia no me gusta me encanta no hay un solo capitulo en que te salga soso o aburrido, en la mayoría de las historias siempre hay partes aburridas en la tuya no. ¡Me alegra q te guste mi historia!
Alora: yes the chapter was confusing I hope that in this one some of your doubts will be answered, if not you can ask me because I am a bit confusing jeje
Makalani Astral glad you like it!
Anny Pervert Snape jajaja angst yo lo sentí volado mas que nada pero q bueno q te haya parecido interesante y en cuanto a las dudas en este las explico jaja si no me doy a entender mándame tus preguntas y las contesto en el siguiente jeje. Si creo que cuando termine lo subiré en ingles y tienes razón tiene rato q no subo algo en español pero con mis FABULOSAS CALIFICACIONES en química, mis amigos y demás no me ha dado tiempo de actualizarlas o hacer una nueva pero ya veras un día de estos caigo con la sorpresa (te he dicho que me encanta tu nick, bye)
5- Wishing
Harry woke up with a foolish smile on his lips. He was so rested. His body ached with painless satisfaction. It was early, maybe too early considering who he was but he didn't care. He just concentrated himself on laying on the bed and continue to have those kind of toughs that you have early in the mornings, not precise toughs just the ramblings of the mind when is between been awake and sleep. Harry enjoyed his numbness as far as he could. Watching images and memories of his life without paying attention to one, just delighting in the collage that they formed together. Finally he put on his gasses and turned around to face his companion of dreams. His apparently invisible companion of dreams.
Draco was gone. He glanced at the empty bed with his frown knotted before cursing loudly. A set of words, completely uncharacterized of the boy who lived, left his mouth. He stopped to think this, taking pleasure in the tough of McGonogall watching with a disapproving look and with her lips pursed. That gained him a smirk.
Trying to cheer himself up he began to consider his situation as a challenge. He was the best seeker on the world and he was going to found him. Draco Malfoy wasn't as smart as he tough he was. With his instincts and witty Draco Malfoy was going to be eating on the palm of his hand before he could say "Gryffindork". After all he was Harry Potter. And for him nothing was sweeter than the trill of the chase
After his musings he put on a shirt with a brown jersey, faded blue jeans and a pair of sneakers excitedly. He washed his face, brushed his teeth and combed his tousled hair with bitter resignation. Considering that it was the best not to challenge his hair he decided to start his hunting. He opened the door and he was about to walk when he saw him.
Little could surprise him; Harry prided himself of that. However there is always an exception for any rule. Harry didn't like the exceptions; even tough they usually meant some well to him. Being the Boy-Who-Lived had benefits. They weren't a lot and normally Harry despised them because he had them instead of his parents. But what was currently happening now could be placed in those few times when Harry himself made exceptions.
Harry smiled.
"Hello Draco"
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Ron was heading to Harry's room worriedly. But the fucking house was so huge and it had so many corridors that Ron found it really hard to change of room without getting lost. Normally he would have already desisted. Ron didn't like things that were hard to get. If it wasn't easy then it wasn't destined to be. But now he had a really important reason.
He had taken Harry to bed after yesterday's episode (or like his mind liked to call it "Malfoy's episode"). At the moment he had been terrified, he was just talking to Harry. Asking him about what was happening. Harry tried to trick him at the beginning but after his insistence he confessed. Harry fancied Malfoy. But Ron didn't understand why was this making happier. If he ever had (knock on wood) a thing for Malfoy he would surely slit his wrists before doing anything stupid. But well that was just he. What was currently bugging him was his own stupidity. Harry had looked so upset when he took him to his room, he had wanted to go and look for Malfoy. Trying to convince him to stay on bed he had given him a letter that Malfoy had dropped at the moment. Harry had taken it and fallen asleep immediately. But Ron suspected that letter was going to be the tiger that would start the coming storm.
"Bugger"
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"Are you going to ignore me all day?" asked the brunet across the blond.
Both were sitting on the bare floor. Harry was resting his back against his room's door and Draco was leaning wearily against the hallway's wall. The blonde looked like hell, his hair looked a little bit too unruly; his robes were wrinkled and dirty for being on the floor. His normally pale face was now translucent and dark circles adorned blood shot steel eyes.
The Slytherin didn't respond Harry's question. He just gazed at him with an absent expression. As Harry stared back he couldn't stop thinking that Malfoys have always been white and blond. A sickening tone of white that makes you want to touch them and check if they are really made of flesh like everyone else or if they are some kind of ghosts. Even tough almost everyone wants to they don't. And it's pretty easy to guess why they don't. Words like "If you touch me you filth I will hex your eyebrows off!" are tattooed on their foreheads. Maybe it was because Harry was quite fond to his eyebrows that he haven't even tried before. Draco Malfoy wasn't an excellent wizard but he did have a lot of handy and nasty spells under the old, green and silver sleeve. Draco Malfoy never rested until he found revenge. But he was Harry Potter, he never rested until he had what he wanted.
Grinning to his insides he said "Malfoy if you don't answer me I am going to see myself in the uncomfortable position to slap you to make you react" He laughed expecting a snotty come back, an insult or even a curse. What he didn't expect was the calm submission that the blonde showed at that exact moment. He began to worry, crawling he got near to the other youth. He extended a hand to touch the downed head. A noise of an explosion stopped him.
He stilled his hand in mid action and looked around and to find nothing. Probably it was just the twins trying to bug Ron. Nothing to worry. When he put again his attention to the other boy he looked directly at now closed gray orbs. The blond was shaking, and his mouth was closed tightly. He looked too different, and it wasn't just the physical appearance it was something else that Harry couldn't entirely fathom. He reached for the pale faced boy chin asking, without words, to the other teen to open his eyes. This was until the blond abruptly opened his eyes and patted his hand away.
"Not on your goddamned life Potter" He hissed, after he took Harry's hand away for him. And tried to glare at him with a pitiful imitation of hate.
"Well that is the Malfoy we all know and love" The raven-haired teen exclaimed with mocked respect. Begging for a smile to the tight closed pale lips. None came.
"Get lost Potter I don't want you here right now" Whispered the gray-eyed-boy.
"I can't" A statement.
"Why" A reproach.
"I read your letter"
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Snape was walking, simply and carelessly. He was just walking like nothing in the world could disturb him.
That was his facade. In reality the things were a little bit different. He hadn't slept at all. The results of this were his trembling hands, a horrible headache, and boiling anger. He had never been a morning person, but now he was pretty pissed off as well as worried. But of course he would never admit the latter one to anyone, no that anyone would believe him but even so, the fact that others could find out made him feel nervous.
And he really didn't like to feel like this. He felt angry, nervous and simply upset. Lot of people would say that he was pretending, that he was hiding his own feelings and that he was just blocking the sun with one finger. And what made him angrier was finding out that if he were honest with himself he would have to agree with them. That really made him sick.
But Snape was good at keeping secrets. No one could beat him at that, and he didn't know anymore if this is something to feel proud of or ashamed. But Snape didn't know many things anymore.
Oh! But don't get me wrong he was a human after all and sometimes he does feel like suffocating with words that will never get out of his mouth. He wasn't perfect at keeping secrets he was just good. And that makes the difference because if he were perfect at keeping secrets he wouldn't have the wishes that he has so many times. But he does.
He wishes he could just rip his tongue and finish his suffering, and others he just feels like telling everybody. He does feels like this, but he never does anything about it. And that's why he is good at keeping secrets.
Snape continued to walk. His frown deepened
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"No, you didn't" The Slytherin said with a dizzy smile.
Smirking Harry argued "And why are you so sure of that?"
"Because if you'd read that letter you wouldn't be talking to me" Responded Draco with cold anger. He tried to stand but he was wildly pulled to the wall.
"You know the thing that I hate the most of you is that you always assume things about me when you don't know what are talking about!" They were so close that his lips were almost touching the other's ones.
Draco couldn't separate himself of Harry's grip. And it wasn't because the other was taller or stronger or because he was so tired. Tough these facts were true they weren't the reason of why he didn't even intent to get away. And he did want to get away. He was reproaching himself his weakness. And he was furious of his betrayal to his own father. But he couldn't get away; he needed to stay with the other boy. And he was craving for those luscious lips that always seduced him in his dreams. He was so near. And he thanked Slytherin for his cowardliness because if he had been a little, just a little bit braver he would have ravished the dark teen onto oblivion.
Well this was Draco's problem but Harry demonstrated that he haven't any as he glued lips with him. And that was a bigger issue on Draco's opinion.
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Remus Lupin was a really pain on the neck. He was always bugging and interfering in other people lives. He had always been like that; well he was like that since Severus met him. And that was a long time ago. Remus was annoying yes, but he was also had a pretty extent knowledge of the dark arts. And because of that Severus was talking with a wolf-hazel-eyed-gryffindork. Now adding to his particular dislike for the other man his sleepless night. And that Remus used to talk nonsense when he was nervous or he didn't know what to do. We have as a result a Severus on the verge to hex the werewolf, and this oblivious to his situation, who continued to talk while offering him a cup of coffee. If Severus had to reject him one more time the damn coffee he was going to explode!
"Listen Lupin I am not here because I want to. I am here because I need your help"
"You need my what...?!" Asked the man clearly shocked
This is going to be a hell of a day. Tough Severus as he rubbed the bridge of his nose
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Narcissa Malfoyaboard the train to France decided. Fresh tears damped her porcelain face but she took no attention to that matter. Narcissa hated England with all his heart. In that land she'd lost her husband and he was just going to lose her son in the same way. She felt so guilty of leaving his son like this, with no explanation. But she just couldn't handle it. Draco needed help and Narcissa was sure that Severus was going to do anything on his hands to help him. She just expected that Draco were smarter in off to accept his help.
She had tried with Lucius when his illness started. Malfoys were a really old family. A cursed family in Narcissa's opinion. So much blood mixed. Blood of veela, and of dark creatures, or relatives that joined their same blood to maintain the family name, so many abuse and frigidness. This all together was the cause of Lucius and Draco's sickness. And the house the damned house, Narcissa always hated that house. The same one that had belonged for centuries to the Malfoys.
Miriam Malfoy, an antecessor of his husband had been a really powerful witch. But Miriam had a flaw. A really big flaw. She was insane. She'd been raped as a child and because of that she couldn't entirely trust anyone. When she was old enough to inherit the Malfoy's house she locked herself into it. But she wasn't entirely alone, she was carrying a son. His father son. Close to insanity. She invented to herself a lie that she could believe instead of his crude truth. She invented that she had been raped but no by his father but for a demon and that the boy that growing inside of him was a half demon. And Miriam was condemned to take care of him. But after the child was born she began to feel really lonely. The boy was just months and she couldn't talk to him or love him because he was a sin. So she cursed herself and her descendant. She linked her house to her blood. So every descendant would be united to the house. It was told that she talked with the house and that she died of unexplainable causes.
After her dead the ministry not seeing the link of the house to the owner as a dangerous act permitted it and the house was inherited to father to son. But as the house grew older it also grew stronger. Their link made their owner's emotions accelerate. And it also caused illusions to the mind. But this only happened when the soul of the Malfoy was on great pain or felt deeply guilty. Malfoys were always guilty of something and they also burned and paid their sins with their insanity. Almost all of them committed suicide if they weren't murdered before. Malfoys were cursed.
Narcissa prayed that this would not happen to his son. But now she had another responsibility. And this time she was going to make things right.
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And that's all for today. Sorry about the lateness but jeje I've been busy. See you in the nest chapter.
Bye.
L.S.T.P