Disclaimer: (sobs) if I owned this I could buy all the cotton candy in the world….
A/N: haha! I got two reviews! I'm pathetic enough to be ecstatic over that. Please do review more I love them. huggles the reviews and reviewers who mostly don't exist yet
A house elf appeared in Draco's room with a pop! and Draco gave a yelp of surprise. That small noise hurt his sore throat and he lapsed into a painful coughing fit. He hadn't eaten for a day and a half and his thoughts were getting rather strange. They barely seemed to belong to him anymore.
A long time ago, Draco would have cursed the house elf for startling him. Now he just stared dully at the small thing, waiting for it to say what it had to say.
"You is wanted in Master's study, sir," the house elf said nervously. "I is sorry if I startled you, sir."
Draco nodded. He was wearing the most unrevealing clothes he could find. He was wearing black gothic pants with chains that swung and clinked when he walked and a baggy black T-shirt. His normally gelled hair had been neglected for days and was sticking up in several different directions. There were deep and dark shadows under his dull silver eyes.
How, reasoned Draco, could Father want me if I look like shit? With that thought in mind, he limped down the long stairs and knocked on the door to his father's study.
"Come in," said Lucius softly.
Draco breathed a sigh of relief. His father was not as he had been last night. Last night he had been in a lust-driven rage. Now he was cool and collected, sitting on the wooden chair with his legs crossed.
Draco sat down on one of the chairs and winced when his ass touched it. His father noticed it and smirked. "Learned our lesson, have we?" he asked quietly.
"Yes, Father," Draco said dutifully.
"Good." His father rose and walked over to his desk, began arranging some papers. "I thought you could go to The Leaky Cauldron with Narcissa today. I'm having a meeting in the dining room and I must not be interrupted."
A meeting meant the Death Eaters were to come, possibly with Voldemort himself.
"Yes, Father," Draco said dully. "May I go now?"
"Yes," his father said shortly. "And Draco?"
"Yes, Father?"
"I expect you to be recovered in time for me tonight like a good little boy."
"Father, please, not this soon, I ―" Draco pleaded, panicking. If he did this again, Draco would not survive it. The blood lost yesterday had left him drained and weak and his father refused to give him any potions for it.
Lucius Malfoy held up a hand. "I will give you a potion this once, but I want you to be a Malfoy today out in public. Goodbye, Draco."
Draco nodded, feeling sick. "Goodbye, Father."
Narcissa was out buying new robes and Draco was sitting at a table in The Leaky Cauldron, drinking butterbeer.
Hello Draco, whispered something very near to him. I'm going to be your new friend.
"What?" Draco looked around wildly, but the nearest person was a woman two tables away, who was watching him with great interest.
My name is Daren, the voice said patiently. And I'm sick of keeping quiet. From now on, you're going to help me.
"Who are you?" whispered Draco. Pah. Talk about being a Malfoy. He was shaking slightly and his lips were dry.
"I'm just another one of you," said someone. That someone had been him…it had come from his mouth!
"What do you mean?" Draco said, louder now. His surroundings had narrowed down to the thing using his lips. He didn't notice the woman frowning at him.
"I mean just what I said. Stop asking questions, you're annoying me," snapped Daren/Draco. "What I want you to do is go out and buy a knife."
"Why?" asked Draco.
"What does one usually do with a knife? Just have some fun, you know, maybe get back at your father, eh?" encouraged Daren/Draco.
By this time, the women had pulled out a funny looking Muggle device and was talking into it.
"No, he'd kill me first," Draco said sadly.
For fifteen minutes, Draco and Daren talked back and forth.
"You realize from now on I get to do the talking," Daren said. "You can shut up and I'll take care of things for you."
"No," said Draco angrily. "I will not shut up."
Then three people came over to his table and examined him gravely. "You'll have to come with us, Mr. Malfoy," one of them said grimly. They were all wearing white coats and one woman had glasses. There were two women and one man.
"What do you want?" Daren said scathingly.
The three looked at each other. "You're sick, Draco," one of the women said gently, trying for a different approach. "We're going to take you somewhere where you can get better."
"I'm not sick, you morons, nor am I a child," growled Daren. "Bugger off."
The man tried. "Will you just come with us and then we can explain things to you?"
"No," Daren said stubbornly. "You'll have to drug me first."
The women shrugged, as if to say, not a bad idea. The man pulled out a wand and shouted something that couldn't be heard over Daren's yells. Then Daren fell to the ground, with Draco suppressed for now, and both of them saw black.
"Hey I heard a new patient's coming in!" Kristy whispered to Sarah and Harry.
"Really?" Harry asked with disinterest. He rarely cared about anything anymore.
"Yeah, he had to get drugged," Kristy said matter-of-factly.
"Bet he sucks monkey balls," said Sarah moodily. "Just like everyone here."
"Except us," reminded Kristy.
Sarah just shrugged and folded her arms.
"He's all like, 'aristocrat!' and he's loony, but not suicidal," Kristy said, nodding for emphasis. "I know, I do."
"I'll fucking tear him to shreds if he's another moping cheese pussy," growled Sarah. (A/N: I stole "cheesy pussy" from "Girl, Interrupted")
"We'll tear him to bloody bits together!" Kristy said happily. "Yay!"
"Okay," said Harry, and retreated into his room.
Now click on that sexy beast of a button.
