Chapter 7
Satisfy Your LustAs I lay there, helpless, unable to move I drift in and out of consciousness. I hear my mother crying, my fathers heavy breathing as he begins to calm.
"You dare try and hide it from me? Your father. I, who have taught you everything? And you go behind my back and fall in love with a filthy halfblood. You have disgraced our family name."
"Please… Please Lucius…" I find enough strength to open my good eye. I can see a blurred figure of my mother grasping my fathers arm. "Don't hurt him anymore, we can remedy this. It doesn't have to be this way." He glances at her sharply, looks deep into her pleading eyes.
"He was supposed to be my perfect heir. Join the Deatheater ranks and succeed me as a servant to the Master. How can I send them this pathetic, lovesick whelp in the guise of an unshakable minion."
"He's young…" Her voice changes subtley to reveal a seductive edge. "His hormones raging… it's merely lust that drives him to do these things. He is not against you, my love. Let us fix this…"
"What do you suggest, Narcissa?" His arms slip around her waist slowly. My eyes start to roll back in my head and their voices start to fade out slowly.
"My… and then… potion…" I strain to stay concious but the world is spinning. What are they planning? Have to stay awake… Can't hold on. My eyes close again.
When at last I awake I feel myself being jostled around. I open my eyes squintingly to find myself sitting upright in a carriage. My father is sitting across from me, arms crossed and grim-faced. His eyes register that I have awaken slightly. He reaches inside his cloak and pulls out a clear vile. It's filled with a bluish cloudy liquid.
"You have dissapointed me, Draco." His voice reveals no emotion. "You have one chance and one chance alone to repair this mess. This potion is called Stoneblood. It will render the drinker completely unable to move for 1 whole hour." He glances slowly out the window and continues darkly. "It has come to my attention that the young Ms.Granger will be spending this week at the Weasley's," he spits out the name in disgust. "You will use this potion to fufill your desires then leave the halfblood. And if I ever catch you befouling the Malfoy name again… the Crucio curse will seem like Christmas compared to what I will do to you." With that he shoves the vial into my pocket and opens the carriage door.
"Don't dissappoint me again." He grabs my cloak and tosses me out of the carriage. Unable to move, I lay face down in the snow, listening to my father getting farther and farther away.
I can feel a smooth hand on my forehead. I reach up and take the hand in my own and hold it against my cheek. It is warm and comforting, like my mother's hand used to be. I open both eyes to find them perfectly healed. The face before me is kind, encircled with bushy waves. I try to smile and wince with the effort, I feel a large split down the middle of my bottom lip with my tongue.
"I couldn't heal everything… the books here aren't as detailed as the ones at Hogwarts." She says quietly, apologetically.
"It's fine… I'll live." I rub my ribs tenderly. Her lip trembles slightly and I notice her eyes are red, as if she's been crying. "Hey, I'm fine." I sit up slowly and reach for the side of her face. She stands up quickly, out of reach. I can't help the hurt look from creeping across my face.
"I've got to go get some more clean water." She averts her eyes and heads out of the room, without looking back. I glance at the bowl of fresh water on the table beside me and shake my head sadly. As her footsteps fade away down the stairs I study my surroundings. It's a small, dingy room, the wall paper faded and peeling slightly at the edges. I search the room for signs of where I am, nothing comes to mind until I remember something my father said in the carriage. "Ms.Granger will be spending this week at the Weasley's." I snarl slightly. I'm at the Weasel's house. Oh great, this is turning out to be a fun Christmas. I spot a bureau with a mirror on it in the corner and step gingerly out of bed towards it. Despite the large split in my lip and the disheveled looking hair it is almost impossible to tell I've been through hell recently. I turn to look out the window, it's snowing again. Then I hear yelling from dowstairs. I can't quite make out the conversation… I can only catch a few key words…
"I WILL NOT… YOU CAN'T… STUPID SNOB…!" Then I can hear footsteps headed up the stairs and I quickly dive back into bed. Hermione comes through the door, a worn look on her face. She looks at me as though to determine whether or not I heard.
"I heard." I state simply. "I'm not wanted here." I make as though I'm going to leave.
"No… it's just that… well Ron's upset. You two were never great friends… and now…" She sighs. "Well you can understand why he's not eager to give you his hospitality." I shrug noncomittedly and put my hands in my pockets, wrapping the left one around a small glass vial. Hermione continues talking about nothing in particular as I stare into space thinking over everything that has happened in the last week. I finger the vial carefully, staring at Hermione without really seeing her. If only… Why does she cringe at my touch? Stupid question I suppose. She thinks I'm a monster, come from a long line of monsters. I'll show her. I'll show them all how truly montrous Draco Malfoy can be.
