warnings: Slash.
change of plans.
by elissa echo
Idiot idiot idiot. You're going to die you know that you know that you're not going to survive the next few months unless you come with me and he spits out the words with such contempt that Theodore is almost taken aback, would be if he were not already accustomed to being verbally assaulted by his housemates. But somehow he never expected goddamn you Theodore why are you doing this yourself to me and he doesn't want to pay attention anymore. Theodore picks up his novel, opens to the marked page, and tries to ignore Draco.
Draco snarls viciously and with one reflexive swipe knocks the book to the ground, pages crinkling like leaves against the cold stone ground.
Listen to me when I'm talking to you do you understand that you're making the wrong choice that you can't possibly survive if you walk out that door tomorrow with the intention of going to help out Potter and his imbecilic friends
"I understand," Theodore says, ever so quietly.
no you dont you cant possibly understand or you wouldnt be acting like an idiot now and that's precisely what youre doin i ask you do you even know what potter plans to do hell kill me theodore me and pansy and blaise and daphne and and and
"Shut. Up. Forget me for one fucking second." Theodore grips Draco's jaw with a vice-like hold: "Look at me."
Draco does, his eyes wild, wilder than his father's, like a child whose clutch on his mother's robe has come loose in a bustling crowd.
"Do you have any fucking idea what Voldemort wants you to do? Kill. Harm. Murder. Mutilate. Enslave."
Power its all about power he has it and I—I want it. I can taste it I can feel it and dammit Theodore I want it but I want you to come with me wont you see that im right
Swallowing heavily, Theodore shakes his head.
"One day," he says, slowly so that even Draco in his frenzied state will catch every syllable of every word, "you will regret this fucking unquenchable thirst for power." Theodore brushes a lock of his hair, hanging limply to his shoulders, behind his ear. "It'll eat you up and in the end—" he jabs a finger at Draco, "—mark my words, you'll never be anything more than a puppet, a fucking pawn. You'll never have any power, understand that. Me," he says, barely audible, "I'm not making that mistake."
Picking up his book from the ground, he throws it at Draco, catching him square in the chest.
Shoving the rest of his things into his mostly-packed trunk, Theodore leaves one day before he had planned.
He has things to do and people to consult and sorting out a lovers' spat is not high on his list of priorities.
17 January, 2005