A/N: Again this is the beta version of this story. Hope you find it more enjoyable.
The warning and disclaimer is the same as before.
Days Before You Came
Chapter 2: Protege moi
Bounding through the corridors on the fourth floor, Harry and Ron eagerly came to room 106, where they would be sleeping for the remainder of the journey. Opening the door with one hand, and carrying his luggage in the other, Ron stepped through the door, and stood in a small living space, which had a portable TV in the corner, a small sofa, and two doors leading of into different rooms. There was a port hole at the end of the room, and when he looked out of it, he could see the waves a few feet below him.
Harry followed his eager friend into the room, and almost tripped on a bag if it wasn't for the sofa to support him. He looked over to Ron, who had his bag below his feet, and then back to the one he tripped up on.
"Err Ron… do we have the right room?" Ron looked down at his key, which had engraved on it, 106, and turned around to face his friend.
"Yep. Room 106. Why do you ask?" One of the doors that led to a room they hadn't explored yet opened to reveal two boys walking out, who stood and stared, pink cheeked and tousled hair, at Harry and Ron dumbly. The boy who had darker skin, titled his head, at looked at them quizzically.
"You don't look like Hermione, unless…" The boy standing next to him, poked him in the ribs discretely, and muttered 'don't be stupid', and offered his hand to Ron and Harry.
"Hi there. I'm Seamus, and this is my partner Dean," he said, eagerly shaking hands with Ron first, then Harry. "Sorry about him," he said glancing at the boy behind him, "It's just we were expecting our friend to be here, but it looks like she is else where."
Ron stared at them weirdly, unsure of how to take the word 'partner', until Harry reminded him of his rudeness, by nudging him in the side.
"I'm Harry, and this is Ron," he said, staring at Ron, who gave the two boys a nervous smile, and looked elsewhere.
"Well it looks as though you have already seen most of the cabin, but in that room," he said, pointing to the door on the left, "is where we will be sleeping, and that one is the bath room," he said pointing to the other door. Harry poked his head through both doors, and was thankful that there were three beds. No matter how much he loved his friend, he did not want to share a bed with him.
There was silence for a short while all that could be heard was the wave that rapped against the ship, and their slow breathing. Ron's feet shuffled, followed by a growl that made everyone turn and look at him. He laughed nervously, and scratched the back of his head.
"So, where can a man get something to eat around here?" he said, eyeing the room he was standing in.
"Unfortunately, the only source of food in here is that," Dean said, pointing to a small fridge, which they most likely would have to pay a bomb for. "But, if you want, we could show you a nice little restaurant we where going to go to."
After boarding the ship, Draco found his way to his room, leaving Pansy at hers, as he made out he felt unwell, and had a slight head ache. He was thankful she wasn't as clingy as he first thought she would be, but she seemed more caring, and understanding, as she let him go to rest.
Locking the door behind him, and throwing his keys to the floor, he stood in a well furnished room, with two massive windows at the far end off the room, which lead onto a balcony, over looking the lower decks. One king size bed, adorned with black and green silk covers, and two doors leading off into another room. As he walked past the bed, he noticed one of his suits he unfortunately owned, neatly piled out for him to wear to dinner that evening. He blatantly walked past it, with no intention of putting it on, and walked into the bathroom, which was just as big as the bedroom.
He exasperatedly lent his head against the door, and closed his eyes, for a brief minute or so, enjoying the quietness that surrounded him. Having a multi-millionaire as a father was a very demanding lifestyle. It had its good sides he couldn't argue with that, being that he could do what ever he pleased, buy anything and everything no matter the cost…have any one he wanted. But, it had a major downside. He was allowed to do anything he wanted…as long as his father said so. He could buy what ever he wanted… as long as his father approved off it. He could go out with any one he wanted to… as long as it wasn't someone who was either poor, ugly or of the same sex.
The only thing now he had control of was his life - but even that choice was slipping gradually away from him as time passed, and America approached.
Staring at his reflection desolately, he turned and left the bathroom and closed the door behind him. His father awaited him, standing sharp and still in the middle of the room, and spoke quick and straight to the point.
"The Parkinson's have made a proposition I can not refuse Draco," he said, staring down at his son, who held his similar icy glare to match his own, "You are to be married to their daughter, the day after we arrive in America…understood?" His father swept past him, and stood by the door.
"Clearly…" Grasping the door handle, Lucius opened the door, "it seems father that you are still taking orders from low lives, like the Parkinson's. Aren't you embarrassed enough you served that idiot Riddle?" His father turned around and sneered at his son. "I wont marry her, and you know perfectly clear why."
"Obviously you don't understand that I am the one who holds your life in my hands," he snarled at his son, "You have no choice in the matter. You are to be engaged before we depart," he swept out the room, slamming the door closed behind him, as he left the dismayed boy alone to compensate his words.
He abruptly turned and strode into the bathroom, his eyes closed, as he stood in front of the elongated mirror. He opened his eyes with a snarl, and staring back at him was Lucius face. He blinked, trying to get that mans face out off his head, but the cold grey eyes wouldn't leave him. They taunted him, and scarred his entire existence. With a growl, Draco punched the mirror, and the shattered glass distorted the image in front off him.
His knuckles stung, but it wasn't enough pain for him to forget what life he would have to live when he leaves the boat. The boat everyone says is unsinkable, but he hoped to God it would sink, that way his father would die a very painful watery death. That or he does quicker. Either way would do.
He stared at his bloody hand, with avid fascination, and watched the droplets secrete from his knuckles, down his fingers, and fall to the floor. He couldn't remember the last time he had caused him self so much pain, probably because he passed out stone cold on the floor. But this was the only thing he felt he had control over. Life or death. Though, he knew a few cuts on his hand wouldn't kill him, he relished in the fact that if he wanted to, he could end his life. just. like. that.
Staring at his distorted reflection, he was glad to see he was unable to make out his piercing eyes that reminded him so much of his father. One off the Malfoy's traits was that there features stayed the same, as each generation grew. Blond hair, pointy chin, blue eyes, so emotionless, that it made them look dull and grey.
He closed his eyes, and took a few calming breaths of air. He knew what he was about to do, and he knew it was stupid carrying it on, but he had to do it. It was a matter of keeping his pride intact. He wasn't about to let his dad take his only choice away from him. Not that he notices any change in his only son.
Leaning over the toilet, he forced himself to be sick. He hadn't kept any meal down for the past month, and he wasn't going to stop just yet. He was surprised how much he brought up, since he skipped breakfast, and he only ate half a sandwich for lunch. But this is how it had always been. Even the smallest amount of food would fill him up. Ever since that day he resents.
Walking back over to the sink on shaky legs, he composed him self by splashing water on his pale face. He held onto it for support, as he stood there, letting time fly by, which he had a shortage off. A day had almost passed, which was a day closer to his departure.
...to be continued...
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