Chapter 5: Burning it Out
Draco cursed under his breath at the winter sunlight that had suddenly
poured into his bedroom in giant golden reys. After the strenuous
adventures of the previous night, Draco didn't have the physical motivation
to pull his curtains around his bed. As he drifted off to sleep with
Victoria in his arms he had thought perhaps if he willed it enough, the sun
would hide itself in the morning until Draco was ready to be awake. But it
wasn't so.
He looked over at the beds of his roommates and was glad to see they were empty and hadn't been slept in. Crabbe and Goyle were not intelligent by any stretch of the imagination, but at least they had enough sense to stay out of Draco's way.
His eyes wandered around the room until they came to rest on the soft lump sleeping peacefully with her back turned to him, apparently unmoved by the invasion of the light. Draco pulled himself to a sitting position slowly allowing the sheets to fall around his waist, not wanting to wake Victoria quite yet as he was for the moment suprisingly contented with merely looking at her. Silk sheets were a good choice, he smirked to himself as he noticed how the material conformed to the girls' every curve. Yet another thing his father was right about.
His eyes traveled to her long black hair cascading over the pillow her arms were losely wrapped around. Black had always been his favorite hair color, for it made the girls far more tantalizing in Draco's opinion. Why was it then that Ginny Weasley's red hair always played in his mind? Another curse escaped Draco's pale lips, more loudly then the first, as his thoughts moved once again to his obsession and her long fiery tresses. A vixen that consistently offered herself to him was lying exposed at his side, but Ginny Weasley was calling to him from a distance.
Draco pulled the bed covers off of him, slid out of his bed and donned a pair of pants quickly, wanting to escape the suddenly confined room and his thoughts. Victoria stirred awake and rolled to her back grinning at him sleepily as Draco reached for a shirt hurriedly from his armoire.
"Where are you going?" She asked, rubbing her eyes and sinking lower into the down-feather comforter. "It's Saturday, come back to bed."
"I need to take a shower," Draco grunted, pulling the shirt over his head without looking at his lover from the previous night.
"But you have all day to do that," the girl pouted, getting up from the cozy nest she had made in the bed and dragging a sheet around herself as she sideled up to Draco. "Can't we just go back to bed.? For a little while?"
It was absurd to Draco that standing there now with Victoria offering herself yet again and all he wanted to do was exit the room where Ginny's memory had been taunting him seconds earlier. Draco reached a hand up and stroked Victoria's face, making her shiver from its intense coldness. He knew she would be furious and possibly not ever come back to him if he did not please her just right. Draco knew what to do, he had seen his father do it a thousand times with his mother after coming home late for two weeks in a row each month from "work." His mother believed it, but Draco could not be so easily fooled.
Every woman likes to feel special, like they're a princess. Even if they know you are off to see another woman a minute later, they will fool themselves into thinking they're the ones you really care for. They lie to themselves even when the truth is staring them in the face, Draco thought, his lips twitching ever so slightly. Women; so easily misguided.
"My dear, I have much to do today," he said, taking on the suave and hypnotic voice of his casanova father. "I cannot stay with you, though it pains me to leave your side. And I assure you, it will be hard for me to contain myself until the next time we can be together," he finished, slipping his hand around the small of her back and kissing her softly on her waiting lips. Seconds later, he pulled away and exited his dormitory, hurrying down the stairs to wash himself clean of any thoughts of the youngest Weasley.
Draco emitted a sigh of relief as he found the boy's washroom empty. Now was not a time when he felt like being surrounded by his flock of admirers. Solitude was not something he frequently sought after, but it was becoming his only wish these days.
The steaming water poured over his face, soothing his abnormally icy skin and giving him the warmth he had been craving. He turned the silver knob, making the water almost scalding to the touch. He wanted to wash or even burn out all thoughts of Ginny. Either way, it didn't matter. Draco just prayed for a few minutes peace inside his ever-spinning head.
But he didn't believe in God. In fact, the topic was not even allowed in the Malfoy manner. Lucius' only remark on the subject was simple, "God is something weak people believe in to disillusion themselves because they're not capable of facing reality." And that was the end of the discussion as "such notions were a complete waste of time," or so his father said. Though, Draco mused the family 'God-ban' was because Lucius did not like entertaining any ideas depicting someone or something more powerful then the Dark Lord. Hence, any mention of Albus Dumbledore was also stricken. But it hadn't stopped Draco from thinking further about the possibility of such an omnipresent being.
If there actually was a God sitting upon his celestial thrown, encircled by heavenly hosts, and leering down at the mortals he had placed below, Draco wished he would take this opportunity to intervene. To grant his fervent request and calm his head. Draco squinted his eyes shut as the clear liquid gushed over his silvery hair and onto his flushing cheeks. There wasn't a God, his mind was made up. If there was, people like his father would not exist in the magical or muggle world.
With an added shot of bitterness for the non-existent diety, Draco switched the water off and began to get ready for the day, determined not to be held back by any more thoughts of Ginny Weasley. for a few hours at least.
Draco managed to spend the entire day shut up in the library, knowing none of his friends would dream of looking for him there. He thought it odd that he had preferred homework to being social. After reading the first paragraph of the chapter on Twitching Charms for the tenth time, Draco slammed the book shut in agitation. For the first time in several days he hadn't been thinking of the red-headed girl constantly, and now he still could not get his work done. His stomach made an odd sort of grumble and Draco realized that in his haste in avoiding his friends, he had managed to skip both breakfast and lunch.
He gathered up his belongings and headed down to the Slytherin common room to drop them off before going up to the Great Hall for some sustanance. As much as he hated the thought of being surrounded by hundreds of carefree school kids, it wasn't worth starving himself over. Whatsmore, he couldn't deny his curiousity in seeing how his latest move had affected Ginny Weasley.
He looked over at the beds of his roommates and was glad to see they were empty and hadn't been slept in. Crabbe and Goyle were not intelligent by any stretch of the imagination, but at least they had enough sense to stay out of Draco's way.
His eyes wandered around the room until they came to rest on the soft lump sleeping peacefully with her back turned to him, apparently unmoved by the invasion of the light. Draco pulled himself to a sitting position slowly allowing the sheets to fall around his waist, not wanting to wake Victoria quite yet as he was for the moment suprisingly contented with merely looking at her. Silk sheets were a good choice, he smirked to himself as he noticed how the material conformed to the girls' every curve. Yet another thing his father was right about.
His eyes traveled to her long black hair cascading over the pillow her arms were losely wrapped around. Black had always been his favorite hair color, for it made the girls far more tantalizing in Draco's opinion. Why was it then that Ginny Weasley's red hair always played in his mind? Another curse escaped Draco's pale lips, more loudly then the first, as his thoughts moved once again to his obsession and her long fiery tresses. A vixen that consistently offered herself to him was lying exposed at his side, but Ginny Weasley was calling to him from a distance.
Draco pulled the bed covers off of him, slid out of his bed and donned a pair of pants quickly, wanting to escape the suddenly confined room and his thoughts. Victoria stirred awake and rolled to her back grinning at him sleepily as Draco reached for a shirt hurriedly from his armoire.
"Where are you going?" She asked, rubbing her eyes and sinking lower into the down-feather comforter. "It's Saturday, come back to bed."
"I need to take a shower," Draco grunted, pulling the shirt over his head without looking at his lover from the previous night.
"But you have all day to do that," the girl pouted, getting up from the cozy nest she had made in the bed and dragging a sheet around herself as she sideled up to Draco. "Can't we just go back to bed.? For a little while?"
It was absurd to Draco that standing there now with Victoria offering herself yet again and all he wanted to do was exit the room where Ginny's memory had been taunting him seconds earlier. Draco reached a hand up and stroked Victoria's face, making her shiver from its intense coldness. He knew she would be furious and possibly not ever come back to him if he did not please her just right. Draco knew what to do, he had seen his father do it a thousand times with his mother after coming home late for two weeks in a row each month from "work." His mother believed it, but Draco could not be so easily fooled.
Every woman likes to feel special, like they're a princess. Even if they know you are off to see another woman a minute later, they will fool themselves into thinking they're the ones you really care for. They lie to themselves even when the truth is staring them in the face, Draco thought, his lips twitching ever so slightly. Women; so easily misguided.
"My dear, I have much to do today," he said, taking on the suave and hypnotic voice of his casanova father. "I cannot stay with you, though it pains me to leave your side. And I assure you, it will be hard for me to contain myself until the next time we can be together," he finished, slipping his hand around the small of her back and kissing her softly on her waiting lips. Seconds later, he pulled away and exited his dormitory, hurrying down the stairs to wash himself clean of any thoughts of the youngest Weasley.
Draco emitted a sigh of relief as he found the boy's washroom empty. Now was not a time when he felt like being surrounded by his flock of admirers. Solitude was not something he frequently sought after, but it was becoming his only wish these days.
The steaming water poured over his face, soothing his abnormally icy skin and giving him the warmth he had been craving. He turned the silver knob, making the water almost scalding to the touch. He wanted to wash or even burn out all thoughts of Ginny. Either way, it didn't matter. Draco just prayed for a few minutes peace inside his ever-spinning head.
But he didn't believe in God. In fact, the topic was not even allowed in the Malfoy manner. Lucius' only remark on the subject was simple, "God is something weak people believe in to disillusion themselves because they're not capable of facing reality." And that was the end of the discussion as "such notions were a complete waste of time," or so his father said. Though, Draco mused the family 'God-ban' was because Lucius did not like entertaining any ideas depicting someone or something more powerful then the Dark Lord. Hence, any mention of Albus Dumbledore was also stricken. But it hadn't stopped Draco from thinking further about the possibility of such an omnipresent being.
If there actually was a God sitting upon his celestial thrown, encircled by heavenly hosts, and leering down at the mortals he had placed below, Draco wished he would take this opportunity to intervene. To grant his fervent request and calm his head. Draco squinted his eyes shut as the clear liquid gushed over his silvery hair and onto his flushing cheeks. There wasn't a God, his mind was made up. If there was, people like his father would not exist in the magical or muggle world.
With an added shot of bitterness for the non-existent diety, Draco switched the water off and began to get ready for the day, determined not to be held back by any more thoughts of Ginny Weasley. for a few hours at least.
Draco managed to spend the entire day shut up in the library, knowing none of his friends would dream of looking for him there. He thought it odd that he had preferred homework to being social. After reading the first paragraph of the chapter on Twitching Charms for the tenth time, Draco slammed the book shut in agitation. For the first time in several days he hadn't been thinking of the red-headed girl constantly, and now he still could not get his work done. His stomach made an odd sort of grumble and Draco realized that in his haste in avoiding his friends, he had managed to skip both breakfast and lunch.
He gathered up his belongings and headed down to the Slytherin common room to drop them off before going up to the Great Hall for some sustanance. As much as he hated the thought of being surrounded by hundreds of carefree school kids, it wasn't worth starving himself over. Whatsmore, he couldn't deny his curiousity in seeing how his latest move had affected Ginny Weasley.