Desrosiers: I think you guys may like this chapter...Draco let's out his angst. Enjooyyy! And thank you to all my reviewers, I'm glad you're enjoying the story! Now, as promised, the seventh chappie.
A/N: Draco's middle name is not Marcellius. I just added it in, because we never found out what it was.
A Smirk is Worth a Thousand Words - Chapter 7: Red Suits You, Draco----------------------------------------
Sitting at the Slytherin House table, Draco twirled his fork in between his hands.
When was this going to end? Ok, rhetorical question. He knew when this was going to end: When he got Hermione to the dance with him.
He sighed heavily, and let his fork drop from his hands, landing with a clatter on his plate. Only a few slytherins turned to see what had caused the noise, because the others were too engaged in their own pitiful conversations about stone muffins.
Something interrupted Draco's "deep" thoughts. The clatter of wings and parcels dropping indicated that this morning's mail had arrived.
Draco shifted his eyes up towards the owls, but he did not move his head. When he looked back down to the table, his eagle owl had dropped a crimson envelope.
Draco's eyes bulged from his head like pickled onions. It didn't take long for the rest of the Slytherin table to realize; Draco Malfoy had just received a howler. Whispers flooded the table, as Draco sat motionless, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
Draco Malfoy had gotten a howler. The Draco Malfoy did NOT get howlers. The Draco Malfoy has got to stop talking in third person.
Alarmed, Draco snatched up the dark crimson envelope and rushed to the doors, hoping he would be able to make it out before the howler exploded with his father's booming voice.
Draco knew what this was about. And he knew very well who had tipped his father off. He suddenly felt himself loosing respect for his potions master by the minute. This mudblood was destroying his life.
Almost 4 feet away from the doors to the entrance hall, Draco felt the howler start to scorch his hand. He gasped and dropped it abruptly, and skidded to a halt.
"DRACO MARCELLIUS MALFOY! HOW DARE YOU DISGRACE THE MALFOY NAME IN THAT MANNER! ASSOCIATING WITH...THAT..THAT THING!!"
"Marcellius?" Ron snickered. "Draco Marcellius Malfoy, The Amazing Boucning Ferret! I like it even better!"
Harry gave a hearty laugh and high fived Ron, whilst Hermione sat at the table, following Draco's every move.
His father's angry voice boomed throughout the hall, and it seemed everyone was hanging on the howlers every word. And laughing at it.
"IF IT WERE UP TO ME, YOU'D BE HUNG BY YOUR TOES AND WHIPPED UNTIL THE NAME MUBLOOD RETURNS TO YOUR VOCABULARY!"
Right then and there, Hermione knew what this was about. She buried her face in her hands, praying that Lucius did say her name. Pssht. Why would he?
Draco started to back up, stumbling over his feet and falling with a soft thump. The laughter in the hall got louder, as Draco's eyes grew wider.
"I DON'T EVER, EVER WANT TO HEAR OF YOU ASSOCIATING WITH ANYTHING OF THAT MUDBLOOD'S SORT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!?"
Draco's skin tone now resembled that of the crimson envelope, as he scampered towards the hall doors, and getting to his feet, burst through the doors and didn't stop running until he reached his dorm.
"THIS MUDBLOOD IS RUINING MY LIFE!!!" Draco boomed as soon as arrived in his room. Draco punched the nearest wall with all his might, causing his knuckles to bleed. The pain wasn't even close enough to the emotional stress he was going through.
Draco threw himself on his bed, and positioned the pillow in front of him, imaging it to have Hermione's face on it.
"WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY?!" Draco punched his pillow as hard as he could, repetitively spilling blood all over the pillowcase. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!"
Draco seized the bloody pillow and chucked it as hard as he could towards his dorm room door, just as Blaise Zabini walked in.
"Erm..is this a bad ti--"
"GET OUT!!" Draco boomed, rattling the portraits of baywatch women on his wall.
Blaise frantically backed out of the door and onto the staircase, succeeding in falling down each and every step.
Draco could hear him falling for at least a minute, yelling out curse words occasionally. Suddenly, the thumping stopped, and was replaced with the shrill shriek of Pansy Parkinson.
"You pervert!" She screamed. Following her screech came a loud slap, and a grunt from Blaise.
Draco gave a dull smirk, but the enthusiasm wasn't there as it usually was. If he had to miserable, everyone else did too.
Sighing loudly, he flopped down on his bed.
What was going to happen to him when he went home for summer?
Draco let out a whimper, remembering what his father had said about hanging him from his toes.
There was a faint knock at the door, but Draco ignored it, being too tired to even bother yelling at them to go away.
With that, Nott crept in the room, and silently tiptoed over to the charmed Weird Sisters poster to greet the members. Unfortunately, he lost his footing on the approach, and stumbled into it.
Loud, screaming music of the Weird Sisters blasted throughout the room and into the common room.
"ARGH!" Draco dove off his bed, slapped the poster with his hand, and shoved Nott out the room.
"Ow! That hurt!" Donaghan squeaked from the poster, rubbing his nose.
Draco paid no attention. Instead, he kicked the wall in anger.
"Ouch, having problems?" Nott said on the other side of the door.
Draco opened the door with one swift motion and chucked a flower vase as hard as he could at Nott.
"Argh!" Nott ducked just in time, but he lost his footing once again, and stumbled down the stairs.
"You pervert!" Draco heard Pansy shriek once again from downstairs. Draco grinned slightly. Why doesn't she just get off the stairs?
After silently chuckling to himself, Draco sat back down on his bed.
He couldn't help but think he must be cursed. What was he going to do? If he didn't go to the dance with Hermione, the school would find out he did ballet, and his father would be embarrassed to call him his son. If he did go with Hermione, his father would still disown him for dating a mudblood, the very thing his father lived to hate.
There was an owl hovering outside his window, and it must have been there for a good 5 minutes before Draco noticed it tapping on the window. He hastily threw himself off his bed and scampered to open the window. His owl was carrying a package in it's beak.
In flew his owl, landing on his bed and dropping the package.
Curious, Draco handled the parcel. What if it was from his dad? What if he was sending him handcuffs to give him a taste of what was coming?
He ripped the brown paper off his little "present" and a piece of parchment fell onto his bed. Draco opened the parchment with caution, and read:
Dear twinkletoes,
Well you're not that dear to me, so scratch that. I thought you might need these to practice for your big debut.
Happy dancing!
Marcus Flint
Draco ripped open the package, his curiosity burning even more than before. He gasped as something pink dropped to his bed.
Draco Malfoy had received a pair of bright pink ballet slippers.