(ENGLISH TITLE) Chapter 8- Controversial Singing
*You know, staring at it is kinda making me sea sick,* she thought in realization. She looked away from the swirling floors to take in the rest of the room. In the center was a fairly large bathtub. All right, it was EXTREMELY large. It must have been 20 feet across and 30 feet long. This was a huge bathroom if it could house a tub like that. On the other side of the room was a door identical to the one she came through. Right outside that door was a shower stall and she turned to see another one exactly like it next to her own door.
Set into the wall between the two doors was an orange marble counter with two frosted-glass sinks held within it. Above the counter was a mirror that spanned the entire inset. On the edges of both sinks sat two glass vases matching the sinks. Inside one vase was a single red rose. In the other sat an almost exact same flower arrangement. This rose, instead of being red, was such a deep purple it seemed to be black. The red must be hers and the black, Draco's. She was running her hand along the marble when she noticed a pair of doors across the room, beyond the swimming pool called a bathtub.
She made her way across to the set of doors when she noticed they weren't so identical. They, like most of the past objects that needed to be distinguished between the two Heads, had an inlay to separate them. But unlike the rest, it wasn't a symbol or picture. With these doors, it was their names. She opened the door inscribed with the name Maya to find yet another room, this one smaller than the other three she had seen. She still thought this one was large; it was larger than her room back at home. There were bars hanging between walls, and shelves wherever she looked. Underneath the window, across from her, sat all her trunks and belongings. *Oh my gods, this must be my closet,* she thought, gaping. She walked over to the window and looked out. The window gave her the perfect view of the lake. She didn't realize how beautiful everything could look.
The plush white carpeting of her closet cushioned her fall as she jumped onto the floor. She looked around at the white walls and enchanted ceiling that was enchanted to show the sky on a perfect spring's day. Blue with a few fluffy white clouds drifting along. It was amazing. She didn't know what to do with herself; there was so much she could do, right now. She could unpack her things and hang them in this beautiful closet. She could get out one of her three guitars and work on music. She could take a shower or a bath in her new bathroom. She could go to sleep in her new bed. Or right here. That sounded much more appealing to any of the other options. Had she left the doors open? She thought so.
"Accio pillow. Accio blanket." She held her hand up waiting for the objects to land there but they didn't come. She stood up confused, and wandered out of the closet. Standing in front of the bathtub was Draco Malfoy wearing a bath towel, holding her pillow and blanket. Her cheeks flushed a bright red and she hurried over to get them. When she stepped in front of Malfoy, she flushed even brighter. His towel was barely staying on for various reasons. Nonetheless, the towel was falling off.
"I was just going to take a small cat nap in the closet over there," she said as she thumbed towards the place she planned to sleep away the afternoon. She now felt a little foolish for wanting to sleep in a closet.
"I know where the closets are, Maya." He stressed at saying her nickname in front of her. He knew if it were about a year ago when she still looked like her normal, bookwormish self, she would have made a big deal if he had said anything related to her first name. But that was then, this was now. She didn't care anymore. He liked her this way. "I'm just wondering why you are sleeping in yours instead of that lovely bed I'm sure you have."
"Apparently you haven't been in them, the carpets are as soft as the beds in Gryffindor Tower. I was falling asleep when I was lying on the floor admiring the ceiling. Now can I please have my things? I don't think I want to sleep anymore."
"Oh, that's a shame. You're much more attractive when you sleep." He threw the bedclothes at her and waited. Hermione started towards the door to her bedroom when she heard Malfoy clear his throat.
Turning on her heel, she whispered out a hoarse, "What?!?"
Malfoy smirked, knowing he was getting on her nerves. He loved getting her riled up; she was so adorable when she was mad. "I was just wondering where you were going with my things because I know that door doesn't lead to my room." He pointed to the door she knew must have led to his room. "That one does."
She made a "harrumph" sounding type noise and stalked towards his bedroom door. She opened the door, stepped through, and slammed the door shut behind her. She heard Malfoy shout something like, "Be careful, Granger. That's not your bedroom you're in. And don't you dare come into this bathroom until I'm done with my shower." She rolled her eyes and took in the room around her. It was stunning but she loved hers so much more. The walls of the room matched the black of the carpeting and the black of the bed. Touches of green and silver were all over the room. The curtains on his bed, on the windows, the sconces that gave off the only light in his room, all were these two colors. It shattered her that her own bedroom didn't have this same elegance, but her room just bled of her essence. She set the silk comforter and pillow on the end of the bed and walked to the bright, white door that stood out like a sore thumb. She pressed the side of her head against the door listening once again. She heard water hitting the tile and she made her way back to the bed. She sat down next to the bedding she had just set down. She looked around again. His desk was made of a light wood with a medium stain. It looked lovely against the dark colors of the room. All over the room, she now noticed, were charming wood pieces of furniture matching his desk. A chair here, a table there, pieces normally looked over were contrasting against the rest of the room. She thought it was rather quaint compared to the attitude Draco usually gave off. Why he would have anything other than annoying or dark, she could only fathom a reason. She made her way to the doors at the end of the room heading towards what she thought was probably a balcony. She opened the doors and found her thoughts to be right. She stepped out onto the stone balcony that also overlooked the lake. The wind was whipping her hair around and it felt good against her face. She was thinking about a song she had heard on the radio over the summer, "Unwell" by Matchbox Twenty, a muggle band from America, and she started humming the tune. Her hips were swaying to the beat in her head and the lyrics were playing from her mouth. Suddenly, she felt hands against her hips and she turned to see Malfoy staring into her eyes. His silver eyes were boring through hers and it was making her uncomfortable. She wriggled out of his grasp and went back into his room. She turned to see him, the sunlight in his face. He wasn't wearing a shirt and she noted again that he was pale as a ghost. He's even worse than I am with skin color, she thought and it made her giggle. She covered her mouth with her hand to stop them coming through to his ears, but it didn't help any. After a minute or two, she regained her frosty composure towards him and left through the bathroom door. She entered her closet and picked up her acoustic guitar and went into her bedroom. She sat on her stool, attached the shoulder strap to the guitar and strummed the chords a few times. She attempted to remember the background for the song, and after a few tries, finally got it right. After getting used to the rhythm, she started singing the song again.
"All day, staring the ceiling, making friends with shadows on my wall. All night, hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something. Hold on, feeling like im headed for a breakdown and I don't know why, but
"I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell. I know right now you can't tell, but stay awhile, and baby then you'll see a different side of me. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be me
"I'm talking to myself in public, and dodging glances on the train. And I know, I know they've all been talking 'bout me. I can hear them whisper and it makes me think there must be something wrong with me. Out of all the hours, thinking somehow I've lost my mind, but
"I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell. I know right now you can't tell, but stay awhile, and baby then you'll see a different side of me. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be
"I've been talking in my sleep. Pretty soon they'll come to get me. Oh, they're taking me away
"I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell. I know right now you can't tell, but stay awhile baby then you'll see a different side of me. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be
"Hey how I used to be
"How I used to be, yeah.
"I'm just a little unwell
"How I used to be
"A little unwell. How I used to be
"I'm just a little unwell."
She ended the song with one last chord she enjoyed playing but didn't fit into the song at all. She took off the shoulder strap and placed the guitar up on the wall. She went back into the bathroom and entered the closet. She closed the door behind her and put a locking charm on the knob. She opened up the trunk on top of the pile. She picked up each of the linen shirts and skirts for her uniform and hung each of them on the left side of the room. Next she hung all the gray sweaters, again for her uniform, next to her skirts. She took the fairly large pile of socks and put them on the shelf above her uniform pieces. The first trunk was now empty and she put it in a corner. She opened the next trunk, and found her robes. She smiled to herself, thinking about her past at Hogwarts. She always brought each of her old school robes back with her for days of pining for the old days when she was young, or at least, youngER. She picked up the smallest one gingerly and hung it facing the rest of the room. First year, she thought. Second year now. She hung this robe next to the first facing the same direction. She noted that the second was a good four inches longer than the first. She smiled at the thought. She hung each of her old robes up, one after the other, smiling as she remembered something good about the memories with that robe. Soon she had six robes hanging on the metal pole. She hadn't realized that she had that many robes just for school. She hung up her two sets of dress robes, one made of black velvet, the other of a dark maroon silk, not bringing her old ones from the past three years. She looked in her trunk again and picked out her regular everyday clothes that she was sure she would be able to wear in the common room and on weekends. She hung them on the remaining bars and looked at her closet. It was full and she still had another trunk. It didn't matter because all that was in that trunk wouldn't be going in her closet. She picked up her two electric guitars and took them into her room. She took them out of their bags and put them on their rightful hangers on the wall. She went back in her closet and lugged in the final trunk. She opened it, put all her books on a bookshelf, and pulled a key from around her neck.
She felt around the top of the trunk and put the key into a well-hid hole. She unlocked the hidden compartment and it showed blades of all size and shape, bottles of pills, and other things that would aid in an attempt of suicide. She took out one of the bottles, popped it open, and dumped the contents into her mouth. She knew a pathetic attempt like that would never work, but it was a brand new bottle, there must be at least 100 pills in her mouth. She chewed them up, grimacing at the foul taste of the medicine, and swallowed all that she could. She ran into the bathroom and drank straight from the faucet to get the rest of the white pills out of her mouth. She went back into her bedroom, took off all of her clothes, and put on an Early November tank top and black cotton pants and went over to the trunk again. She took out a dagger and walked back into the bathroom. Locking both doors, she sat in the middle of the ever-changing tiles. She dug the blade into her skin and saw little drops of red coming from along the edge of the blade. She slid the blade across her arm and watched as her blood started seeping from the wound. She put it on another spot on her arm and did the same thing. She switched hands and started trailing her other arm. She pulled the blade along the back of her jaw, below her ear and pulled down along her neck. She swiped the blade along the bottom of her neck, over her collarbone. Then, as she began to be very dizzy, either from the lack of blood or the bottle of pills, she wasn't sure; she brought the blade down in a straight line below each of her eyes. She pulled up one of her pant legs and wrote in her skin:
"I hate life I wish every1 wood just go 2 hell cuz I no I am + misery luvs company and I just luv COMPANY!!!"
She passed out just then.
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Ok I am being lazy this time. Not answering any reviews. Don't worry I still love you. And Emmy and Natalie: I love you two so much for making me put this chapter up. See Emmy, it's up! Please don't not review. Don't do that to me... I just got to hear your voice this week... Niall just... not talking about that cuz you already know... and I'm not talking about it anymore. Sorry about the title this time; I just don't have the time or skill to accurately translate and I'm swamped with other crap... I got my first C on a test yesterday. Go me... I don't know how long it will take to get chapter 9 up. I am still writing it and I don't know when I'm stopping it. It might take longer than the usual month (I'm so sorry about the whole "only-updating-once-a-month") I love you all. Please review. That button has a purpose, so be nice, and give it purpose. (Emily, if you don't review, I swear, I will kill you...) Good news to all: I will soon be putting another story up. Don't ask about the plot because I haven't picked which fic I'm putting up yet. But it will be up! Love me, why dontcha! Don't worry, I'll keep writing secrets. Be kind, loved ones, my life is hard for a fourteen-year-old. Relatively, anyways. Hope you liked it!
~lily *
please, please, please review. You'll break my heart if you don't... ::whimper:: pweeze...
*You know, staring at it is kinda making me sea sick,* she thought in realization. She looked away from the swirling floors to take in the rest of the room. In the center was a fairly large bathtub. All right, it was EXTREMELY large. It must have been 20 feet across and 30 feet long. This was a huge bathroom if it could house a tub like that. On the other side of the room was a door identical to the one she came through. Right outside that door was a shower stall and she turned to see another one exactly like it next to her own door.
Set into the wall between the two doors was an orange marble counter with two frosted-glass sinks held within it. Above the counter was a mirror that spanned the entire inset. On the edges of both sinks sat two glass vases matching the sinks. Inside one vase was a single red rose. In the other sat an almost exact same flower arrangement. This rose, instead of being red, was such a deep purple it seemed to be black. The red must be hers and the black, Draco's. She was running her hand along the marble when she noticed a pair of doors across the room, beyond the swimming pool called a bathtub.
She made her way across to the set of doors when she noticed they weren't so identical. They, like most of the past objects that needed to be distinguished between the two Heads, had an inlay to separate them. But unlike the rest, it wasn't a symbol or picture. With these doors, it was their names. She opened the door inscribed with the name Maya to find yet another room, this one smaller than the other three she had seen. She still thought this one was large; it was larger than her room back at home. There were bars hanging between walls, and shelves wherever she looked. Underneath the window, across from her, sat all her trunks and belongings. *Oh my gods, this must be my closet,* she thought, gaping. She walked over to the window and looked out. The window gave her the perfect view of the lake. She didn't realize how beautiful everything could look.
The plush white carpeting of her closet cushioned her fall as she jumped onto the floor. She looked around at the white walls and enchanted ceiling that was enchanted to show the sky on a perfect spring's day. Blue with a few fluffy white clouds drifting along. It was amazing. She didn't know what to do with herself; there was so much she could do, right now. She could unpack her things and hang them in this beautiful closet. She could get out one of her three guitars and work on music. She could take a shower or a bath in her new bathroom. She could go to sleep in her new bed. Or right here. That sounded much more appealing to any of the other options. Had she left the doors open? She thought so.
"Accio pillow. Accio blanket." She held her hand up waiting for the objects to land there but they didn't come. She stood up confused, and wandered out of the closet. Standing in front of the bathtub was Draco Malfoy wearing a bath towel, holding her pillow and blanket. Her cheeks flushed a bright red and she hurried over to get them. When she stepped in front of Malfoy, she flushed even brighter. His towel was barely staying on for various reasons. Nonetheless, the towel was falling off.
"I was just going to take a small cat nap in the closet over there," she said as she thumbed towards the place she planned to sleep away the afternoon. She now felt a little foolish for wanting to sleep in a closet.
"I know where the closets are, Maya." He stressed at saying her nickname in front of her. He knew if it were about a year ago when she still looked like her normal, bookwormish self, she would have made a big deal if he had said anything related to her first name. But that was then, this was now. She didn't care anymore. He liked her this way. "I'm just wondering why you are sleeping in yours instead of that lovely bed I'm sure you have."
"Apparently you haven't been in them, the carpets are as soft as the beds in Gryffindor Tower. I was falling asleep when I was lying on the floor admiring the ceiling. Now can I please have my things? I don't think I want to sleep anymore."
"Oh, that's a shame. You're much more attractive when you sleep." He threw the bedclothes at her and waited. Hermione started towards the door to her bedroom when she heard Malfoy clear his throat.
Turning on her heel, she whispered out a hoarse, "What?!?"
Malfoy smirked, knowing he was getting on her nerves. He loved getting her riled up; she was so adorable when she was mad. "I was just wondering where you were going with my things because I know that door doesn't lead to my room." He pointed to the door she knew must have led to his room. "That one does."
She made a "harrumph" sounding type noise and stalked towards his bedroom door. She opened the door, stepped through, and slammed the door shut behind her. She heard Malfoy shout something like, "Be careful, Granger. That's not your bedroom you're in. And don't you dare come into this bathroom until I'm done with my shower." She rolled her eyes and took in the room around her. It was stunning but she loved hers so much more. The walls of the room matched the black of the carpeting and the black of the bed. Touches of green and silver were all over the room. The curtains on his bed, on the windows, the sconces that gave off the only light in his room, all were these two colors. It shattered her that her own bedroom didn't have this same elegance, but her room just bled of her essence. She set the silk comforter and pillow on the end of the bed and walked to the bright, white door that stood out like a sore thumb. She pressed the side of her head against the door listening once again. She heard water hitting the tile and she made her way back to the bed. She sat down next to the bedding she had just set down. She looked around again. His desk was made of a light wood with a medium stain. It looked lovely against the dark colors of the room. All over the room, she now noticed, were charming wood pieces of furniture matching his desk. A chair here, a table there, pieces normally looked over were contrasting against the rest of the room. She thought it was rather quaint compared to the attitude Draco usually gave off. Why he would have anything other than annoying or dark, she could only fathom a reason. She made her way to the doors at the end of the room heading towards what she thought was probably a balcony. She opened the doors and found her thoughts to be right. She stepped out onto the stone balcony that also overlooked the lake. The wind was whipping her hair around and it felt good against her face. She was thinking about a song she had heard on the radio over the summer, "Unwell" by Matchbox Twenty, a muggle band from America, and she started humming the tune. Her hips were swaying to the beat in her head and the lyrics were playing from her mouth. Suddenly, she felt hands against her hips and she turned to see Malfoy staring into her eyes. His silver eyes were boring through hers and it was making her uncomfortable. She wriggled out of his grasp and went back into his room. She turned to see him, the sunlight in his face. He wasn't wearing a shirt and she noted again that he was pale as a ghost. He's even worse than I am with skin color, she thought and it made her giggle. She covered her mouth with her hand to stop them coming through to his ears, but it didn't help any. After a minute or two, she regained her frosty composure towards him and left through the bathroom door. She entered her closet and picked up her acoustic guitar and went into her bedroom. She sat on her stool, attached the shoulder strap to the guitar and strummed the chords a few times. She attempted to remember the background for the song, and after a few tries, finally got it right. After getting used to the rhythm, she started singing the song again.
"All day, staring the ceiling, making friends with shadows on my wall. All night, hearing voices telling me that I should get some sleep because tomorrow might be good for something. Hold on, feeling like im headed for a breakdown and I don't know why, but
"I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell. I know right now you can't tell, but stay awhile, and baby then you'll see a different side of me. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be me
"I'm talking to myself in public, and dodging glances on the train. And I know, I know they've all been talking 'bout me. I can hear them whisper and it makes me think there must be something wrong with me. Out of all the hours, thinking somehow I've lost my mind, but
"I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell. I know right now you can't tell, but stay awhile, and baby then you'll see a different side of me. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be
"I've been talking in my sleep. Pretty soon they'll come to get me. Oh, they're taking me away
"I'm not crazy; I'm just a little unwell. I know right now you can't tell, but stay awhile baby then you'll see a different side of me. I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired, I know right now you don't care but soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be
"Hey how I used to be
"How I used to be, yeah.
"I'm just a little unwell
"How I used to be
"A little unwell. How I used to be
"I'm just a little unwell."
She ended the song with one last chord she enjoyed playing but didn't fit into the song at all. She took off the shoulder strap and placed the guitar up on the wall. She went back into the bathroom and entered the closet. She closed the door behind her and put a locking charm on the knob. She opened up the trunk on top of the pile. She picked up each of the linen shirts and skirts for her uniform and hung each of them on the left side of the room. Next she hung all the gray sweaters, again for her uniform, next to her skirts. She took the fairly large pile of socks and put them on the shelf above her uniform pieces. The first trunk was now empty and she put it in a corner. She opened the next trunk, and found her robes. She smiled to herself, thinking about her past at Hogwarts. She always brought each of her old school robes back with her for days of pining for the old days when she was young, or at least, youngER. She picked up the smallest one gingerly and hung it facing the rest of the room. First year, she thought. Second year now. She hung this robe next to the first facing the same direction. She noted that the second was a good four inches longer than the first. She smiled at the thought. She hung each of her old robes up, one after the other, smiling as she remembered something good about the memories with that robe. Soon she had six robes hanging on the metal pole. She hadn't realized that she had that many robes just for school. She hung up her two sets of dress robes, one made of black velvet, the other of a dark maroon silk, not bringing her old ones from the past three years. She looked in her trunk again and picked out her regular everyday clothes that she was sure she would be able to wear in the common room and on weekends. She hung them on the remaining bars and looked at her closet. It was full and she still had another trunk. It didn't matter because all that was in that trunk wouldn't be going in her closet. She picked up her two electric guitars and took them into her room. She took them out of their bags and put them on their rightful hangers on the wall. She went back in her closet and lugged in the final trunk. She opened it, put all her books on a bookshelf, and pulled a key from around her neck.
She felt around the top of the trunk and put the key into a well-hid hole. She unlocked the hidden compartment and it showed blades of all size and shape, bottles of pills, and other things that would aid in an attempt of suicide. She took out one of the bottles, popped it open, and dumped the contents into her mouth. She knew a pathetic attempt like that would never work, but it was a brand new bottle, there must be at least 100 pills in her mouth. She chewed them up, grimacing at the foul taste of the medicine, and swallowed all that she could. She ran into the bathroom and drank straight from the faucet to get the rest of the white pills out of her mouth. She went back into her bedroom, took off all of her clothes, and put on an Early November tank top and black cotton pants and went over to the trunk again. She took out a dagger and walked back into the bathroom. Locking both doors, she sat in the middle of the ever-changing tiles. She dug the blade into her skin and saw little drops of red coming from along the edge of the blade. She slid the blade across her arm and watched as her blood started seeping from the wound. She put it on another spot on her arm and did the same thing. She switched hands and started trailing her other arm. She pulled the blade along the back of her jaw, below her ear and pulled down along her neck. She swiped the blade along the bottom of her neck, over her collarbone. Then, as she began to be very dizzy, either from the lack of blood or the bottle of pills, she wasn't sure; she brought the blade down in a straight line below each of her eyes. She pulled up one of her pant legs and wrote in her skin:
"I hate life I wish every1 wood just go 2 hell cuz I no I am + misery luvs company and I just luv COMPANY!!!"
She passed out just then.
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Ok I am being lazy this time. Not answering any reviews. Don't worry I still love you. And Emmy and Natalie: I love you two so much for making me put this chapter up. See Emmy, it's up! Please don't not review. Don't do that to me... I just got to hear your voice this week... Niall just... not talking about that cuz you already know... and I'm not talking about it anymore. Sorry about the title this time; I just don't have the time or skill to accurately translate and I'm swamped with other crap... I got my first C on a test yesterday. Go me... I don't know how long it will take to get chapter 9 up. I am still writing it and I don't know when I'm stopping it. It might take longer than the usual month (I'm so sorry about the whole "only-updating-once-a-month") I love you all. Please review. That button has a purpose, so be nice, and give it purpose. (Emily, if you don't review, I swear, I will kill you...) Good news to all: I will soon be putting another story up. Don't ask about the plot because I haven't picked which fic I'm putting up yet. But it will be up! Love me, why dontcha! Don't worry, I'll keep writing secrets. Be kind, loved ones, my life is hard for a fourteen-year-old. Relatively, anyways. Hope you liked it!
~lily *
please, please, please review. You'll break my heart if you don't... ::whimper:: pweeze...