A/N: Thanks everyone who reviewed! Read it, love it, review it. Here's chapter 3.
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Draco Angor
Chapter 3
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I walked into the kitchen and took the seat next to Hermione, noticing how empty the house was as opposed to when I had come. Other than Hermione and I, only Mrs. Weasley, the twins, and Daisy were in the rugged stone room. Mrs. Weasley and Daisy were busy setting the plates around the table and preparing the last minute food while the twins were having a loud conversation about their business. I had been there once to buy a gift for my cousin, Emilee, before she…Anyway, it was a decent store.
Hermione kept her gaze leveled at the empty plate before her, completely of everyone and everything around her. Her arms were crossed tightly across her stomach and she sat hunched forward, her hair creating a curtain that hid her face from everyone in the room. She sighed softly and put her head down on the table, resting her forehead against the rough wood. I leaned forward and scratched her head. She lifted it slightly to look at me and I scratched her head again.
"Good puppy…" I muttered, causing her to smile and laugh softly. I allowed a small smile to flash across my face for a moment before it was gone. I reached behind her head and flipped her hair over her head into her face. She raised a hand and pushed it back, making a face at me. I tugged her hair gently and she sat up completely, looking over at me.
"Yes?" She asked me, cocking her head to the side.
"Smile again," I replied, poking her shoulder. This made her smile, although she tried to hide it a moment later.
"Why?" She asked.
"You don't need to be depressed," I answered, "You don't deserve it."
"I don't deserve it?" She raised an eyebrow, "What d'you mean?"
"You don't deserve it," I repeated, "You haven't done anything to deserve pain."
"Well," She sighed, "Harry hasn't done anything either and he has more pain than you could ever wish on anyone."
"Well you haven't heard what I want to do to Lucius yet," I smirked.
"I don't think I want to know," Hermione said, smiling sadly and looking down at the table. She yawned and rested her head on top of the table again, closing her eyes and tossing her hair out of her face. I reached forward and started scratching behind her ear again, causing her to laugh again and move her head slightly.
There was suddenly a loud bang from the hallway and then what sounded like an old woman screaming random things like "MUDBLOODS, "FILTH" , " SCUM" and "TRAITORS." There was shouting, sounds of a scuffle, and then the screaming stopped, leaving a ringing silence behind. Potter, the youngest Weasley (I can't remember her name…), Weasel, and Mr. Weasley walked into the room, each soaking wet and looking tired.
"So how did it go?" Mrs. Weasley asked the group as they all sat down at the table.
"We couldn't get anything," Potter sighed, running a hand through his wet hair and setting his elbows on the table.
"Stupid bat," The youngest muttered, sitting down next to me, "I hope he dies a very slow, painful death."
"Now Ginny…" Mrs. Weasley said softly to her daughter, walking forward and placing a platter of steaming food in front of us, "It couldn't have been that bad…"
"He nearly got me with a hex," Weasel muttered, shaking his head and reaching forward to grab a roll. Hermione stopped him from reaching forward by slapping his hand away. He looked up at her with a confused look on his face.
"Wait for everyone to get here," Hermione told him, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
"Everyone's here…" Weasel said slowly before a look of realization spread across his face.
"No…" Potter said, turning to Hermione, "Tell me he's not coming…"
"Sorry," Hermione answered, shrugging, "He sent an owl while you were gone. He'll be over in a few minutes."
Potter set his head down on the table and began to bang it repeatedly against the wood. Ginny reached over and grabbed his hair, stopping his head a centimeter above the table.
"You're giving me a headache," She said, "Besides, it's your house. Tell Snape he can't come."
"I can't do that," Harry muttered as Ginny let him go, "That would be rude."
"And he did help you defeat Voldemort," Hermione reminded him as he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. Potter let out a harsh laugh.
"How?" He muttered.
"If I remember clearly," A cold voice said from the doorway, "I believe I told you the attack the Dark Lord was planning, thus enabling you to counter with an attack of your own and triumph like we all knew you would."
We all slowly turned our heads to the door and looked up to our former Potions master, Severus Snape.
"Hello," He said, casting a glance (actually more of a glare) around the table.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," He said as he caught sight of me, a smirk crossing over his face, "I didn't expect to find you here."
"Don't call me that," I said to him, my voice cold.
"And what's that Mr. Malfoy?" He asked, the smirk growing slightly.
"Don't test me," I said to him, "Especially when I have rather large knives within my reach."
"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Severus," Mrs. Weasley said quickly, "Please take a seat."
She gestured to the empty seat at the end of the table next to Mr. Weasley.
"We'll have the drinks in a second," She said, casting a small smile around the table at us, "Let me just get the silverware passed out…"
She waved her wand at a row of drawers to the right of the sink and they flung open, the silverware flying out of them and heading towards the table. Once there they quickly arranged themselves neatly to the right and left of every empty plate on the table. A knife soared over to the left of my plate while a fork and a spoon landed on the right of my plate. Hermione immediately reached over and grabbed my knife, moving it over to her left side and just out of my reach. I looked at her and she raised an eyebrow. I leaned close to her until my lips were next to her ear.
"I'm not the one who prefers knives, remember?"
I moved back and smirked at her, her face holding a look of surprise. It quickly turned into a look of fury and she turned around, her expression changing quickly from fury to sadness to a passive look. I turned to the food on the table and I felt a stab of guilt, but I quickly suppressed it. I had gotten good at that kind of thing over the years…
Mrs. Weasley waved her wand again and three glass pitchers appeared on the table, one filled with what looked like pumpkin juice, another filled with milk, and the last one filled with water. Potter reached forward and grabbed the milk, the twins both reached forward and grabbed the pumpkin juice, and Ginny reached forward and grabbed the water. The pitchers were eventually passed around the table before they were set back on the middle of the table. Then the fight for food began. All I put on my plate was mashed potatoes and peas. Mrs. Weasley sat down next to her husband while Daisy just sat herself down on the floor beside my chair. While the others began to talk amongst themselves, I simply picked at my food, eating only about half of it before I lost my appetite. I looked at the plate for a few minutes before I took it and set it on the floor in front of Daisy. She looked up at me and nodded her head in thanks before she began to eat the food with her bare hands. After that I crossed my arms over the table and set my chin down on my forearm, allowing my head to fall sideways and closing my eyes. I began to listen to the conversation around me. They seemed to think I was asleep.
"So why is he here?" I heard Snape ask, picturing him nodding in my direction.
"His mother was just murdered," Mr. Weasley answered quietly.
"Really?" Snape asked, "By who?"
"Lucius."
"That's not very surprising," Snape said, "He's always had a bit of a temper, hasn't he?"
"Well, yes, but it doesn't mean he's been going around killing people."
"You never know…Lucius was a Death Eater. He could have already killed dozens."
He was right actually. Lucius had killed approximately twenty-six people, twenty of them muggles and six of them wizards.
"Even Narcissa probably killed…She was into the Dark Arts as well."
I felt a wave of anger pass over me. It was her hate for the Dark Arts that had gotten my mother killed. If she had embraced the Arts, Lucius wouldn't have beat her. She was firmly against me becoming a Death Eater, which was another reason he had beat both of us.
"Even Mr. Malfoy there…" Snape continued, "He's probably killed before as well…"
This statement made me want to kill Snape in many, many ways. In a split second three things happened: My eyes snapped open as I jumped up, everything glass in the room (including Potter's glasses) shattered, and both Hermione and Ginny grabbed either of my arms to prevent me from lunging over the table and killing Snape.
"First off, my mother was NOT a murderer," I yelled at him, still attempting to get out of the grasp of the girls and the twins (who had jumped up to help), "And neither am I, which is more than I can say about you!"
Snape grew pale and stared at me with wide eyes.
"Another thing," I continued, "Do NOT call me 'Mr. Malfoy' EVER again!"
He continued to stare at me, his dark eyes growing wider and wider with each word I yelled at him.
"And lastly," It was now taking the girls, the twins, Potter, and Weasel to hold me back, "If you EVER say that me or my mother practiced the Dark Arts you won't say anything else ever again!"
At this point, Snape stood slowly, raised his hand, and backhanded me across the face. Everything was silent for a moment before I let out a roar and broke free of their grasps, leaping across the table and punching Snape square in the face. He fell down to the floor, me going with him and continuing to punch him in the face until hands grabbed my arms and prevented me from hurting the slime ball anymore. I allowed them to pull me up off the ground as Snape coughed up blood and raised his hand and wiped at his bloody nose.
"Get him upstairs!" I heard Mrs. Weasley say to whoever was holding me and I was suddenly being dragged towards the door. The noise in the hall had apparently awakened the damn portrait in the hallway, for the thing was screaming out random things. I didn't pay attention to it, I just shrugged off whoever was holding onto me (I was assuming it was Potter since he was pretty much the only one in the room with enough strength to hold me back) and apparated up to the room that I and Potter shared. I started to pace around the room for a while before I reared back and punched the wall, leaving a huge dent. After a minute or so there were five loud pops and Hermione, Potter (who had taken off his glasses and had many cuts around his eyes), Ginny, and the twins were standing before me.
"What in the HELL was all that about?" Ginny asked, pointing a finger towards the door.
I set my jaw and shook my head continuing to pace and hitting the wall again in fury and causing another dent to appear.
"Ginny…" Potter said softly.
"You don't just rear off and HIT people," Ginny continued on, stamping her foot.
"Ginny!" Potter said louder.
"WHAT?" Ginny yelled, whirling around to look at him.
"Stop," Potter said calmly.
"What?" Ginny repeated.
"Get out," He said to her, his voice still level and calm, "Fred, George, you two leave as well. Let me and Hermione talk to him. You three go help Ron clean up."
The twins nodded and apparated downstairs with Ginny following a moment later, leaving me alone with Hermione and Potter. They both walked over to the beds and sat down, Potter on his own bed and Hermione on mine.
"They don't really understand us," Potter said quietly, "Us orphans."
I stopped pacing and turned towards him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"They've just always been a close family and all…" He continued, his gaze dropping to the floor in front of his bed, "They don't understand why we take everything about our parents so hard…"
I looked at the two in front of me before dropping my gaze down to my feet.
"I did pretty much the same thing five years ago when I was thirteen," Potter sighed, looking up at me and crossing his arms over his chest.
"You beat the shit out of your former Potions professor for insulting your dead mother?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No," He replied, "I blew my aunt up for insulting my dead father."
"Blew up as in 'boom' or blew up as in inflated?" I asked, a smirk appearing on my face.
"The second one," He answered, a small smile crossing his face.
"And what evil thing has she done?" I asked, nodding to Hermione.
In response, they burst out laughing.
"She…she…" Potter couldn't seem to talk through the laughter. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Hermione, who had calmed down a bit.
"Ron insulted my Dad and I turned him into a girl," She managed to say, which sent all three of us laughing.
"Please tell me you have pictures," I choked out after three solid minutes of laughing.
"Actually," Potter replied, "We do."
"Can I see them?" I asked.
"Ask the twins," Hermione replied, "They're holding onto them for blackmail."
"I don't think they like me very much," I replied, "In fact no one in this house really likes me all that much…"
"Well," Hermione stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, "It's just because we've never had a real conversation with you."
"She's right," Potter said, standing as well, "The only time you and us have really talked is when we're throwing insults at each other."
I laughed slightly.
"Ah, the good ol' days…"
"You're kidding, right?" Hermione said to me.
I replied with a smile. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"So," I sighed, "Do you want to have a conversation?"
"It depends," Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Can you remain civil?"
"When provoked…"
"Be serious!"
"I was."
Hermione shook her head and Potter laughed.
"Alright then," I clapped my hands and rubbed them together, "Ask me a question and I swear to answer it truthfully."
They looked at each other and Hermione suddenly smiled widely.
"How big is your--"
Potter stopped her from finishing the sentence by jumping over the bed and clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Spare me," He said as I began to laugh.
"What?" She asked when Potter removed his hand, dawning a look of innocence.
"I knew she wasn't as good as she seemed…" I muttered, smirking at her.
She smiled evilly and began to laugh under her breath.
"Oh, you should read her diary…" Potter muttered under his breath.
"WHAT?" Hermione yelled at him.
"I said nothing!" Potter shouted, jumping back over to his bed.
"So no question?" I asked as Hermione glared at Potter.
"Yes," Hermione answered, turning her gaze to me, "Just give me a second to think of one…"
She crossed her arms and began to hit her forehead with the index finger of her right hand.
"Think…think…think…" She muttered.
"Pooh," Potter said to her.
"Oh!" Hermione suddenly shouted, jumping up and crossing her arms over her chest triumphantly, "I have a question!"
"This should be interesting," Potter smirked, curling a fist beneath his chin and setting his elbow on his knee.
"How many people have you loved in your entire life?" She asked me.
I was silent a moment.
"Romantically or what?"
"How many people would you die for?"
"Four," I sighed, "Four throughout my entire life."
"Who were they?" She asked softly.
"My mother of course, my cousin, my aunt, and my uncle."
"They're all dead aren't they?" She asked me.
I nodded.
"I could see it in your eyes…" She smiled sadly at me.
I replied with a nod and turned my gaze to the floor.
"What time is it?" I asked after a few minutes of awkward silence.
Potter looked at his watch.
"Ten twenty-four," He replied, "Mrs. Weasley will force us to go to sleep in a while."
"I won't get a lecture, will I?" I asked, "For beating the shit out of Snape?"
"No," Potter replied, "She'll actually be increasingly nice to you for about a week probably."
"Odd way to punish people…"
"That's Mrs. Weasley for you," Hermione said, yawning. She stretched and took a few steps forward.
"Well," She said, "I'm off to bed."
"Night," Potter nodded at her. He stood up and they hugged before she walked up to me.
"Good night," She said to me.
"Night," I replied. She reached forward and held my arm, walking forward towards the door and pulling my arm with it. She let go of my arm before she could actually move me, and then looked down at her hand with a confused look on her face. Crimson was smeared across her fingers.
"You're bleeding," She said to me.
I looked down at my arm and saw dark patches of blood against the black.
"Don't worry about it," I said to her, not moving my gaze away from the blood.
"Okay," Hermione nodded at me, "Good night then."
I nodded back and she left.
"You didn't bandage your cuts, did you?" Potter asked me, standing up and heading to the bathroom.
"No," I replied, taking off the turtleneck and throwing it on the floor in front of my bed, looking at the visible cuts on my arms. I could now see other stains of blood on the black t-shirt I was wearing.
"Here then," Potter took a step out of the bathroom and threw me a roll of bandages.
"I'm gonna take a shower," Potter said, "So you have about half-an-hour before I go to sleep and turn the lights off."
"Okay," I nodded at him and he nodded back, shutting the door of the bathroom and leaving me alone.
I took the black t-shirt off as well and put in with the turtleneck before looking down at the wounds on my torso. I took the roll of bandages and quickly wrapped up the open wounds, slowing the bleeding and setting the roll of bandages on the floor next to my bed. After that I shrugged out of my pants, leaving myself standing in silk green boxers, and began to rummage through my bag for the black pajama bottoms I usually slept in. While I was searching, Potter came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked over to a dresser three feet to the left of his bed and began to rummage around in the top drawer. We glanced at each other once before we went back to what we were doing. Then, there was a knock at the door and it was opened before Harry could say anything.
"Hey guys," Ginny said as she opened the door, "Mum said…"
She trailed off when she saw me in nothing but my boxers and Potter with only a towel on. Her jaw dropped as she looked between the two of us.
"My life is now complete…" She managed to say, a smile spreading on her face.
Just then, as fate would have it, Hermione walked up in the hallway behind Ginny.
"Hey Gin, did you borrow my…" She too trailed off when she saw me and Potter.
"Oh my God…" She whispered, looking at the both of us. She had already seen me in nothing but a towel, but from the way she was reacting she had apparently never seen Potter in the same dress.
"Yes?" I asked them, standing straight and crossing my arms over my chest.
"Mum said to go to bed within the hour…" Ginny said faintly. She had drool gathering at the corner of her mouth now.
"Okay," I nodded, "Now, would you please let us get to sleep?"
Hermione nodded and reached over Ginny to close the door. I heard Ginny scratching at it for a moment before the noises stopped and footsteps were heard going down the hall.
"That doesn't happen too often, does it?" I asked Potter while continuing to look for those damned pajama bottoms.
"Now that she's seen it, she'll 'accidentally' come in every other week or so," He replied, finally grabbing a scarlet pair of boxers and pajama bottoms before he went back into the bathroom. I finally found the black pajama bottoms and slipped them on before I jumped into my bed and burrowed under the blankets, shielding my eyes from the dim light of the candles.
After a few minutes, I heard Potter come out of the bathroom and get into his bed, the lights fading out a moment later. I waited until I could hear his level breathing before I let the tears that had threatened to fall since Hermione had asked me the question escape my eyes and slide down my nose onto the pillow beneath my head. I wasn't crying for my mother. Well…not completely at least. I was crying for my aunt as well, and my uncle (or...father now, isn't it?), but most of all for Emilee (my cousin…no, my sister). She had been my major source of comfort for my entire life, and I to her once her parents had been killed. She died three months ago. Well, technically she had just 'gone missing,' but the Dark Mark was found hovering above the house she was staying at…Voldemort has been dead for two years now and yet he still hurts me…Where's the fairness in that?
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A/N: Okay, seriously people, that's the last chapter until August (maybe…). I think I did a good job though…nine pages…that'll last for like…ten minutes…Well, it really depends on how fast you read…But ANYWAY…yeah…read it, love it, review it…I would love many reviews to sustain me until August…That would be nice…But anyway…Yeah…Everyone seems to have mood-swings int his chapter…BUT ANYWAY...Yeah, Bye.
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Draco Angor
Chapter 3
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I walked into the kitchen and took the seat next to Hermione, noticing how empty the house was as opposed to when I had come. Other than Hermione and I, only Mrs. Weasley, the twins, and Daisy were in the rugged stone room. Mrs. Weasley and Daisy were busy setting the plates around the table and preparing the last minute food while the twins were having a loud conversation about their business. I had been there once to buy a gift for my cousin, Emilee, before she…Anyway, it was a decent store.
Hermione kept her gaze leveled at the empty plate before her, completely of everyone and everything around her. Her arms were crossed tightly across her stomach and she sat hunched forward, her hair creating a curtain that hid her face from everyone in the room. She sighed softly and put her head down on the table, resting her forehead against the rough wood. I leaned forward and scratched her head. She lifted it slightly to look at me and I scratched her head again.
"Good puppy…" I muttered, causing her to smile and laugh softly. I allowed a small smile to flash across my face for a moment before it was gone. I reached behind her head and flipped her hair over her head into her face. She raised a hand and pushed it back, making a face at me. I tugged her hair gently and she sat up completely, looking over at me.
"Yes?" She asked me, cocking her head to the side.
"Smile again," I replied, poking her shoulder. This made her smile, although she tried to hide it a moment later.
"Why?" She asked.
"You don't need to be depressed," I answered, "You don't deserve it."
"I don't deserve it?" She raised an eyebrow, "What d'you mean?"
"You don't deserve it," I repeated, "You haven't done anything to deserve pain."
"Well," She sighed, "Harry hasn't done anything either and he has more pain than you could ever wish on anyone."
"Well you haven't heard what I want to do to Lucius yet," I smirked.
"I don't think I want to know," Hermione said, smiling sadly and looking down at the table. She yawned and rested her head on top of the table again, closing her eyes and tossing her hair out of her face. I reached forward and started scratching behind her ear again, causing her to laugh again and move her head slightly.
There was suddenly a loud bang from the hallway and then what sounded like an old woman screaming random things like "MUDBLOODS, "FILTH" , " SCUM" and "TRAITORS." There was shouting, sounds of a scuffle, and then the screaming stopped, leaving a ringing silence behind. Potter, the youngest Weasley (I can't remember her name…), Weasel, and Mr. Weasley walked into the room, each soaking wet and looking tired.
"So how did it go?" Mrs. Weasley asked the group as they all sat down at the table.
"We couldn't get anything," Potter sighed, running a hand through his wet hair and setting his elbows on the table.
"Stupid bat," The youngest muttered, sitting down next to me, "I hope he dies a very slow, painful death."
"Now Ginny…" Mrs. Weasley said softly to her daughter, walking forward and placing a platter of steaming food in front of us, "It couldn't have been that bad…"
"He nearly got me with a hex," Weasel muttered, shaking his head and reaching forward to grab a roll. Hermione stopped him from reaching forward by slapping his hand away. He looked up at her with a confused look on his face.
"Wait for everyone to get here," Hermione told him, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
"Everyone's here…" Weasel said slowly before a look of realization spread across his face.
"No…" Potter said, turning to Hermione, "Tell me he's not coming…"
"Sorry," Hermione answered, shrugging, "He sent an owl while you were gone. He'll be over in a few minutes."
Potter set his head down on the table and began to bang it repeatedly against the wood. Ginny reached over and grabbed his hair, stopping his head a centimeter above the table.
"You're giving me a headache," She said, "Besides, it's your house. Tell Snape he can't come."
"I can't do that," Harry muttered as Ginny let him go, "That would be rude."
"And he did help you defeat Voldemort," Hermione reminded him as he sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. Potter let out a harsh laugh.
"How?" He muttered.
"If I remember clearly," A cold voice said from the doorway, "I believe I told you the attack the Dark Lord was planning, thus enabling you to counter with an attack of your own and triumph like we all knew you would."
We all slowly turned our heads to the door and looked up to our former Potions master, Severus Snape.
"Hello," He said, casting a glance (actually more of a glare) around the table.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," He said as he caught sight of me, a smirk crossing over his face, "I didn't expect to find you here."
"Don't call me that," I said to him, my voice cold.
"And what's that Mr. Malfoy?" He asked, the smirk growing slightly.
"Don't test me," I said to him, "Especially when I have rather large knives within my reach."
"Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Severus," Mrs. Weasley said quickly, "Please take a seat."
She gestured to the empty seat at the end of the table next to Mr. Weasley.
"We'll have the drinks in a second," She said, casting a small smile around the table at us, "Let me just get the silverware passed out…"
She waved her wand at a row of drawers to the right of the sink and they flung open, the silverware flying out of them and heading towards the table. Once there they quickly arranged themselves neatly to the right and left of every empty plate on the table. A knife soared over to the left of my plate while a fork and a spoon landed on the right of my plate. Hermione immediately reached over and grabbed my knife, moving it over to her left side and just out of my reach. I looked at her and she raised an eyebrow. I leaned close to her until my lips were next to her ear.
"I'm not the one who prefers knives, remember?"
I moved back and smirked at her, her face holding a look of surprise. It quickly turned into a look of fury and she turned around, her expression changing quickly from fury to sadness to a passive look. I turned to the food on the table and I felt a stab of guilt, but I quickly suppressed it. I had gotten good at that kind of thing over the years…
Mrs. Weasley waved her wand again and three glass pitchers appeared on the table, one filled with what looked like pumpkin juice, another filled with milk, and the last one filled with water. Potter reached forward and grabbed the milk, the twins both reached forward and grabbed the pumpkin juice, and Ginny reached forward and grabbed the water. The pitchers were eventually passed around the table before they were set back on the middle of the table. Then the fight for food began. All I put on my plate was mashed potatoes and peas. Mrs. Weasley sat down next to her husband while Daisy just sat herself down on the floor beside my chair. While the others began to talk amongst themselves, I simply picked at my food, eating only about half of it before I lost my appetite. I looked at the plate for a few minutes before I took it and set it on the floor in front of Daisy. She looked up at me and nodded her head in thanks before she began to eat the food with her bare hands. After that I crossed my arms over the table and set my chin down on my forearm, allowing my head to fall sideways and closing my eyes. I began to listen to the conversation around me. They seemed to think I was asleep.
"So why is he here?" I heard Snape ask, picturing him nodding in my direction.
"His mother was just murdered," Mr. Weasley answered quietly.
"Really?" Snape asked, "By who?"
"Lucius."
"That's not very surprising," Snape said, "He's always had a bit of a temper, hasn't he?"
"Well, yes, but it doesn't mean he's been going around killing people."
"You never know…Lucius was a Death Eater. He could have already killed dozens."
He was right actually. Lucius had killed approximately twenty-six people, twenty of them muggles and six of them wizards.
"Even Narcissa probably killed…She was into the Dark Arts as well."
I felt a wave of anger pass over me. It was her hate for the Dark Arts that had gotten my mother killed. If she had embraced the Arts, Lucius wouldn't have beat her. She was firmly against me becoming a Death Eater, which was another reason he had beat both of us.
"Even Mr. Malfoy there…" Snape continued, "He's probably killed before as well…"
This statement made me want to kill Snape in many, many ways. In a split second three things happened: My eyes snapped open as I jumped up, everything glass in the room (including Potter's glasses) shattered, and both Hermione and Ginny grabbed either of my arms to prevent me from lunging over the table and killing Snape.
"First off, my mother was NOT a murderer," I yelled at him, still attempting to get out of the grasp of the girls and the twins (who had jumped up to help), "And neither am I, which is more than I can say about you!"
Snape grew pale and stared at me with wide eyes.
"Another thing," I continued, "Do NOT call me 'Mr. Malfoy' EVER again!"
He continued to stare at me, his dark eyes growing wider and wider with each word I yelled at him.
"And lastly," It was now taking the girls, the twins, Potter, and Weasel to hold me back, "If you EVER say that me or my mother practiced the Dark Arts you won't say anything else ever again!"
At this point, Snape stood slowly, raised his hand, and backhanded me across the face. Everything was silent for a moment before I let out a roar and broke free of their grasps, leaping across the table and punching Snape square in the face. He fell down to the floor, me going with him and continuing to punch him in the face until hands grabbed my arms and prevented me from hurting the slime ball anymore. I allowed them to pull me up off the ground as Snape coughed up blood and raised his hand and wiped at his bloody nose.
"Get him upstairs!" I heard Mrs. Weasley say to whoever was holding me and I was suddenly being dragged towards the door. The noise in the hall had apparently awakened the damn portrait in the hallway, for the thing was screaming out random things. I didn't pay attention to it, I just shrugged off whoever was holding onto me (I was assuming it was Potter since he was pretty much the only one in the room with enough strength to hold me back) and apparated up to the room that I and Potter shared. I started to pace around the room for a while before I reared back and punched the wall, leaving a huge dent. After a minute or so there were five loud pops and Hermione, Potter (who had taken off his glasses and had many cuts around his eyes), Ginny, and the twins were standing before me.
"What in the HELL was all that about?" Ginny asked, pointing a finger towards the door.
I set my jaw and shook my head continuing to pace and hitting the wall again in fury and causing another dent to appear.
"Ginny…" Potter said softly.
"You don't just rear off and HIT people," Ginny continued on, stamping her foot.
"Ginny!" Potter said louder.
"WHAT?" Ginny yelled, whirling around to look at him.
"Stop," Potter said calmly.
"What?" Ginny repeated.
"Get out," He said to her, his voice still level and calm, "Fred, George, you two leave as well. Let me and Hermione talk to him. You three go help Ron clean up."
The twins nodded and apparated downstairs with Ginny following a moment later, leaving me alone with Hermione and Potter. They both walked over to the beds and sat down, Potter on his own bed and Hermione on mine.
"They don't really understand us," Potter said quietly, "Us orphans."
I stopped pacing and turned towards him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"They've just always been a close family and all…" He continued, his gaze dropping to the floor in front of his bed, "They don't understand why we take everything about our parents so hard…"
I looked at the two in front of me before dropping my gaze down to my feet.
"I did pretty much the same thing five years ago when I was thirteen," Potter sighed, looking up at me and crossing his arms over his chest.
"You beat the shit out of your former Potions professor for insulting your dead mother?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No," He replied, "I blew my aunt up for insulting my dead father."
"Blew up as in 'boom' or blew up as in inflated?" I asked, a smirk appearing on my face.
"The second one," He answered, a small smile crossing his face.
"And what evil thing has she done?" I asked, nodding to Hermione.
In response, they burst out laughing.
"She…she…" Potter couldn't seem to talk through the laughter. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Hermione, who had calmed down a bit.
"Ron insulted my Dad and I turned him into a girl," She managed to say, which sent all three of us laughing.
"Please tell me you have pictures," I choked out after three solid minutes of laughing.
"Actually," Potter replied, "We do."
"Can I see them?" I asked.
"Ask the twins," Hermione replied, "They're holding onto them for blackmail."
"I don't think they like me very much," I replied, "In fact no one in this house really likes me all that much…"
"Well," Hermione stood up and crossed her arms over her chest, "It's just because we've never had a real conversation with you."
"She's right," Potter said, standing as well, "The only time you and us have really talked is when we're throwing insults at each other."
I laughed slightly.
"Ah, the good ol' days…"
"You're kidding, right?" Hermione said to me.
I replied with a smile. She rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"So," I sighed, "Do you want to have a conversation?"
"It depends," Hermione raised an eyebrow, "Can you remain civil?"
"When provoked…"
"Be serious!"
"I was."
Hermione shook her head and Potter laughed.
"Alright then," I clapped my hands and rubbed them together, "Ask me a question and I swear to answer it truthfully."
They looked at each other and Hermione suddenly smiled widely.
"How big is your--"
Potter stopped her from finishing the sentence by jumping over the bed and clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Spare me," He said as I began to laugh.
"What?" She asked when Potter removed his hand, dawning a look of innocence.
"I knew she wasn't as good as she seemed…" I muttered, smirking at her.
She smiled evilly and began to laugh under her breath.
"Oh, you should read her diary…" Potter muttered under his breath.
"WHAT?" Hermione yelled at him.
"I said nothing!" Potter shouted, jumping back over to his bed.
"So no question?" I asked as Hermione glared at Potter.
"Yes," Hermione answered, turning her gaze to me, "Just give me a second to think of one…"
She crossed her arms and began to hit her forehead with the index finger of her right hand.
"Think…think…think…" She muttered.
"Pooh," Potter said to her.
"Oh!" Hermione suddenly shouted, jumping up and crossing her arms over her chest triumphantly, "I have a question!"
"This should be interesting," Potter smirked, curling a fist beneath his chin and setting his elbow on his knee.
"How many people have you loved in your entire life?" She asked me.
I was silent a moment.
"Romantically or what?"
"How many people would you die for?"
"Four," I sighed, "Four throughout my entire life."
"Who were they?" She asked softly.
"My mother of course, my cousin, my aunt, and my uncle."
"They're all dead aren't they?" She asked me.
I nodded.
"I could see it in your eyes…" She smiled sadly at me.
I replied with a nod and turned my gaze to the floor.
"What time is it?" I asked after a few minutes of awkward silence.
Potter looked at his watch.
"Ten twenty-four," He replied, "Mrs. Weasley will force us to go to sleep in a while."
"I won't get a lecture, will I?" I asked, "For beating the shit out of Snape?"
"No," Potter replied, "She'll actually be increasingly nice to you for about a week probably."
"Odd way to punish people…"
"That's Mrs. Weasley for you," Hermione said, yawning. She stretched and took a few steps forward.
"Well," She said, "I'm off to bed."
"Night," Potter nodded at her. He stood up and they hugged before she walked up to me.
"Good night," She said to me.
"Night," I replied. She reached forward and held my arm, walking forward towards the door and pulling my arm with it. She let go of my arm before she could actually move me, and then looked down at her hand with a confused look on her face. Crimson was smeared across her fingers.
"You're bleeding," She said to me.
I looked down at my arm and saw dark patches of blood against the black.
"Don't worry about it," I said to her, not moving my gaze away from the blood.
"Okay," Hermione nodded at me, "Good night then."
I nodded back and she left.
"You didn't bandage your cuts, did you?" Potter asked me, standing up and heading to the bathroom.
"No," I replied, taking off the turtleneck and throwing it on the floor in front of my bed, looking at the visible cuts on my arms. I could now see other stains of blood on the black t-shirt I was wearing.
"Here then," Potter took a step out of the bathroom and threw me a roll of bandages.
"I'm gonna take a shower," Potter said, "So you have about half-an-hour before I go to sleep and turn the lights off."
"Okay," I nodded at him and he nodded back, shutting the door of the bathroom and leaving me alone.
I took the black t-shirt off as well and put in with the turtleneck before looking down at the wounds on my torso. I took the roll of bandages and quickly wrapped up the open wounds, slowing the bleeding and setting the roll of bandages on the floor next to my bed. After that I shrugged out of my pants, leaving myself standing in silk green boxers, and began to rummage through my bag for the black pajama bottoms I usually slept in. While I was searching, Potter came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked over to a dresser three feet to the left of his bed and began to rummage around in the top drawer. We glanced at each other once before we went back to what we were doing. Then, there was a knock at the door and it was opened before Harry could say anything.
"Hey guys," Ginny said as she opened the door, "Mum said…"
She trailed off when she saw me in nothing but my boxers and Potter with only a towel on. Her jaw dropped as she looked between the two of us.
"My life is now complete…" She managed to say, a smile spreading on her face.
Just then, as fate would have it, Hermione walked up in the hallway behind Ginny.
"Hey Gin, did you borrow my…" She too trailed off when she saw me and Potter.
"Oh my God…" She whispered, looking at the both of us. She had already seen me in nothing but a towel, but from the way she was reacting she had apparently never seen Potter in the same dress.
"Yes?" I asked them, standing straight and crossing my arms over my chest.
"Mum said to go to bed within the hour…" Ginny said faintly. She had drool gathering at the corner of her mouth now.
"Okay," I nodded, "Now, would you please let us get to sleep?"
Hermione nodded and reached over Ginny to close the door. I heard Ginny scratching at it for a moment before the noises stopped and footsteps were heard going down the hall.
"That doesn't happen too often, does it?" I asked Potter while continuing to look for those damned pajama bottoms.
"Now that she's seen it, she'll 'accidentally' come in every other week or so," He replied, finally grabbing a scarlet pair of boxers and pajama bottoms before he went back into the bathroom. I finally found the black pajama bottoms and slipped them on before I jumped into my bed and burrowed under the blankets, shielding my eyes from the dim light of the candles.
After a few minutes, I heard Potter come out of the bathroom and get into his bed, the lights fading out a moment later. I waited until I could hear his level breathing before I let the tears that had threatened to fall since Hermione had asked me the question escape my eyes and slide down my nose onto the pillow beneath my head. I wasn't crying for my mother. Well…not completely at least. I was crying for my aunt as well, and my uncle (or...father now, isn't it?), but most of all for Emilee (my cousin…no, my sister). She had been my major source of comfort for my entire life, and I to her once her parents had been killed. She died three months ago. Well, technically she had just 'gone missing,' but the Dark Mark was found hovering above the house she was staying at…Voldemort has been dead for two years now and yet he still hurts me…Where's the fairness in that?
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A/N: Okay, seriously people, that's the last chapter until August (maybe…). I think I did a good job though…nine pages…that'll last for like…ten minutes…Well, it really depends on how fast you read…But ANYWAY…yeah…read it, love it, review it…I would love many reviews to sustain me until August…That would be nice…But anyway…Yeah…Everyone seems to have mood-swings int his chapter…BUT ANYWAY...Yeah, Bye.