Elandor: oh yes, I know that there is an apparent "5th book" in which it crazily states that Narcy M was originally a "Black", I have only a few things to say to that, they are ahem
Lalalalalalalala, I'm not listening, lalaLA! Who said that, huh? What's this? Book five? LALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALALA!
Mis-HD: uuuum, not sure, how about the next life, lol! harry cant run after him, they have a class. thanks for the review!
Peaceful Angel: his life is tough... ah well, Ill make it better, eventually...
CDW: ok, I will, here you go! I cant imagen it would be a fun experiance, no!
Scarlet Mauve: Yeah theres more. You want it? well, Its down there. thanks for the review!
isa: Yeah, how good would a Malfoy house be? I would be in it... thanks for your review! keep on readin'!
Balines: thank you! that review really cheered me up, ta!
Eliora: you didnt send me your email addy, however, when its not so late Ill mail you properly, glad we got the goth? emo? thing sorted, lol! thanks for reviewing!
Jen Red Robe: I do mention them again, its in chapter 8, but Ill slip something about them in another chapter then, just for you! lol, thanks for the review.
Emerald Raven: stop with the worship, send me gifts instead! lol, yeah, she is a bitch, majorly so... thanks for the review chick!
Keres Weiland: first of all, I like your name, second of all, ok. thanks for reviewing!
nait: I'm... not sure. she's evil, and sadistic, and thats all I know about her just now... shes good fun to write though!
Remeber your factor fifty...
If you go down to the woods today
You're in for a big surprise…
-Child's nursery rhyme
"Now, eh, ah think the reason ah've got yer all down here is tha' professor Dumbledore wants there to be quite a few of you jus' encase somethin' goes wrong." Hagrid stopped for a moment to let everyone have a mutter to each other.
Ron gave Harry a scared sort of look, Hagrid looked very nervous as it was, and they had never ever seen Hagrid look anxious about any creature he was about to show them in their lives.
"The thing is kids, eh, well, this is also kinda ah, Defence against the Dark arts class as well because… Dumbledore's managed to convince a couple of passing Vampires to talk to you."
The outbreak was deafening, Vampires! Here? Now?
Hermione looked over at Draco Malfoy, she saw some apprehension in his silver eyes but she wasn't sure why he'd be bothered about them, David Lorry was holding his hand and gave him what looked like a little squeeze of reassurance.
"All right all right tha's enough, follow me." called Hagrid, turning around and taking them into the Forbidden forest.
Draco shook his head, he didn't know what he was so worried about. The Vampires probably wouldn't be able to sense the little fanged monster in him. Besides he had a hell of a lot more Veela in him than Vampire, being that his father was a half and his mother was only one sixth or something like that. No nothing to worry about at all.
But… say the Vampies did realise something was wrong with him...
What if they told everyone else? Could he take 'Vampire' being yelled at him along with 'traitor', 'gothic', 'freak', and the occasional, 'Oi you, Malfoy boy, yeah you'?
They were being brought out into a great clearing in the middle of the woods. There in the centre was a small garden canopy just big enough to comfortably hold two people, protecting them from the harsh daylight.
'Clever' Draco thought. If the Vampires tried to grab any student the sun would burn them into cinders before they managed to do any harm at all. Draco's eyes peered into the darkness, widening, as they got accustomed to the dark. The Vampires were nothing he had expected; they were beautiful.
There was a man and a woman, the man was tall, perhaps 6"7-at least, with short dark hair cut close to his face, and deathly white skin, he was dressed in a very simple black suit, white shirt number and a wristwatch, catching the light, shone in the darkness. The woman, who was no at all as tall as the man, still stood at a very reasonable 5"7, she had such flaming red hair that spiralled down to her hips that would make any Weasly very jealous. And again her skin was the white blue of death. She was wearing a tight bodice of what looked like buffed Dragon hide and tartan, her skirts had been ripped just above the knee and the fishnets and killer boots gave away the era she had lived in or favoured above all.
'A vampire punk,' Draco thought to himself, amused, 'almost as cliché as a gothic one.'
The woman had turned to look at them as they piled into the clearing and sat down on the grass, she smiled wickedly, proudly showing off long pristine white fangs.
"Now Monica, behave." said the male, staring out at the children with little interest, and turning his head to look at Hagrid, nodding in acknowledgment.
"Young ones always look so fresh." she said wistfully, licking her red lips seductively.
Draco glanced around, like he expected, half the boys were all ready slobbering all over themselves about her. Typical. David didn't look to bad, but still seemed slightly on edge. Draco could see over by the shadowed trees Professor Lupin watching them with reservation, hairs sticking up from his arms, his body rejecting them for the dead things that they were. The older man was biting his lower lip drawing blood without being aware of it, the wolf in him telling him to rip their throats open. In a one to one fight between werewolf and Vampire, the Vampire would not be likely to come out the better.
"Are they just here to gawk at us or is someone going to give me some questions already?" the girl, Monica, muttered, annoyed that she wasn't getting blood. No one moved, they physically couldn't. Everyone was just in awe of these two beautiful Demigods, that is, everyone but Draco. The teenage boy sighed and raised his hand very slowly; Monica smiled again and shook her curls from her face, sending a ripple down the rest of her fiery hair.
"Yes?" she chirped, her voice sounding so young in correspondence to her face, sitting on the ground crossed legged. Draco wondered just how aware she was that everyone could see right up her skirt to the suspenders and frilly black knickers she keep there.
"How long have you been Vamped?"
She blinked at his question, then, realizing what he meant with a silly laugh said, "oh! Since maybe '69, I'm quite young you see, but Gillian," at this the elder vampire hissed, "Gilly's about… what is it?"
"500 years, not the eldest by far but…" he smirked a little, and then looked closer at Draco.
"You… come over here." he said frowning, Draco didn't move, "Don't worry, I don't bite…much." Monica laughed at him and nodded in earnest to Draco, beckoning with two well manicured fingers.
Draco slowly got up and walked a little further, stopping just out of their reach. He could sense that both Hagrid and Lupin were both on edge and ready to intervene if anything should happen. Gillian put his dark head to one side, as if trying to remember something, then recognition donned in his eyes.
"You're Narcissa Malfoy's son! Draco isn't it? Well, you have grown up, probably don't even remember me you were so young…Monica, look!"
The red head frowned, and then she too recognized who he was. "Oh god yes! He was about three when we saw him though. Oh how you've turned out well! Where's Isabella?" she asked him excitedly, then saw the pain he tried desperately to hide in his eyes.
"She, she died." he muttered.
"Oh… goodness…" she said, bringing a hand up to her mouth.
"Narcissa wouldn't be too happy about that." Gillian said quietly, and then looking back at Draco, She takes it out on you?
Sometimes replied Draco, fully aware of the eyes upon him. Gillian nodded before smiling, "it was nice seeing you Draco, you've grown up well. But wait till all Hallow's eve, then the other magic inside you shall wake up. It wont just be the clothes you wear that will make you stand out."
Draco turned around and sat back down next to David, who put a protective arm around his shoulders and the class went on uninterrupted.
"That was wicked!"
"I know! I can't believe Malfoy got to speak to them!"
"I can't believe Malfoy KNEW them!" The sixth and seven years filled away and up to the castle for lunch, David and Draco walking slowly up behind them. Draco hadn't said a word since he'd sat down, and he wasn't making eye contact either. David didn't even want to know how embarassed Draco was feeling over Harry seeing him so weak.
"I put your last report in the mag."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, you're not half cheeky Draco. I bet I'd get in shit for that."
Draco laughed a little under his breath, "I just… needed to vent a little."
"Yeah, I get you." They walked on again hand in hand. An awkward silence hung around them, till David decided just to lay bare the question.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah… I'll be fine, I just wish… usually you know, I have Ada to talk to, but him being… where he is…"
"I know… me and Ginny, we're there you know?"
"Yeah…" Draco smiled sadly, those two meant well, but when they got together… there was no way to talk to them. And there was no love to replace the love of a father. Getting into the great hall they both sat at Draco's little table where Ginny ran over to sit with them. Picking up a copy of the school paper lying on the oak he flicked past the second hand broom adverts and the recipe for Cornish pixy pasties he re-read his latest report:
Hey ho happy campers.
Here I am to tell you about the big Halloween ball coming up (goodie, another excuse to have unprotected sex, all you couples out there) this shall be translated into all five languages we have here at our fine school (yes, I am feeling bitchy today)
Girlys- hi girls, yes, yet another occasion to look fabulous and glam, you will be able to dress in pretty colours and flirt with boys all night! Remember, it starts at seven, so start getting ready at five in the morning (just to make sure your nails and hair are perfect!) and it finish's at one (time to get that special some one to notice you!) enjoy!
Slytherin (you know its true)- YO ma homies, wot up wot up, get wit it, der is a bangin' party goin' on doon toon, member to wear loads o' bling. It starts seven, plenty of time to get over hangover from night before and finishes at one, loads of time to get steamin' aiiiiiight!
boyz-- yes boys, that time again, find yourself a girl and a robe to match the colour of your eyes, it starts at seven and ends at one, alright? David if you make me dance I shall never ever wax your legs for you again, that is a promise.
The seemingly whole of Gryffindor - wicked, there's goanna be a like, moshpit on Halloween. Seven till whenever you fall over and DIE! Rock on!
Hippybitch (or "Ginny")- whoa, far out, there's like a phycadelic vibe going down on all Hallows eve and you totally have to be there to keep moi company! Meet me at six thirty and we'll get ready, bring Mary Jane, you know who I mean!
'Goths'- there's a thing on Halloween you have to go to because your reporting on it the next day. Yes I know you don't want to but wear black and you'll be fine. Good boy… no you cant avoid it… no, no! Bad! Go on; go choose your outfit… red? Really? Well, ok then, if you want to wear leather who am I to stop you?
In short, it stars at seven; finishes at one, there will be food, drink and bitches… ok I lie, just food and drink. But hey, it's all good.
I'll be there, somewhere in the background, taking lots and lots of pictures of your drunken forms, ha ha ha. Not that this reporter is approving drunks. Not at all.
Any way, ciao darlings, air kisses from the heart
DM
Xxx
p.s did you know 18 of people have never seen a newspaper? Its true!
Wow, he really had been a bit of a funny mood last night. Ah well, that was what happened when he was in need of chocolate. Speaking of which, he was starving, and it was lasagne for lunch. As he ate he noticed that both Ginny and David were looking at him funny.
"Wha?" he asked though a mouth full of pasta and cheese.
"At least we don't have to worry about you ever becoming anorexic." Ginny said with a bemused expression.
"Mmm, yes, but you might have to worry about me becoming obese." Draco patted his stomach and sighed.
"Oh shut up," David smirked, "I could count all your ribs blindfolded they stick out that much."
They laughed as Draco's Eagle owl (who was originally called "Apollo" and now called "the artist formally known as Apollo" in tribute to Prince, or T. A. F. K. A. A. and for short Taffy, as you can imagine Taffy was a fairly confused owl by now.) swooped into the great hall with a letter that it had tried to deliver in the morning but couldn't find his master. Landing on the table it accepted some French bread from Draco before flying off again.
Draco was looking at the seal on the stamp, Ministry, why would they…? Ripping it open his eyes scanned down quickly. David and Ginny watched as any colour the boy had ran from his face.
"Draco? Drake what is it baby?" Ginny asked tenderly. Draco was in stunned silence before he suddenly jumped up and went over to the Gryffindor table and jumped head long over the table so as to grab Harry Potter and land on top of him, tackling him down to the ground.
"What the fuck, Malfoy!" Harry cried out shocked, Draco backhand slapped him, accidentally marring Harry's skin with an imprint of the Malfoy family crest.
"YOU SHUT UP! YOU CANT HELP IT CAN YOU? YOU HAVE TO MAKE ME AS MISERABLE AS YOU CAN DON'T YOU? YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT SO I'VE GOT NOTHING ON YOU! YOU HAVE TO BE JUST BETTER IN CLASS, JUST BETTER IN QUIDDITCH, MORE FRIENDS, SURROUNDED BY LOVE, MORE PEOPLE YOU COULD EVER BELIEVE WOULD LIE DOWN AND DIE FOR YOU, AND THE ONE THING I HAD THAT YOU COULDN'T, THE DAMN ONE THING, YOU HAD TO TAKE THAT FROM ME AS WELL!" Draco screamed at him. Ginny grabbed the letter on the table and read it quickly, not sure at all what was happening, what she read struck so much fear in her heart she felt she would burst.
Mr.Malfoy,
We are sorry to inform you that your father, Lucius Malfoy, will be given the Dementor's kiss on the 1st of November 1997, his last request has been to be allowed time with you, his son. This will take place on the 28th of October, namely tomorrow afternoon.
Sincerely,
C. Fudge, Minister of Magic.
She threw it at David feeling quite sick and ran over to try and wrestle Draco off of Harry.
"What do you-" Harry started, receiving another slap for his troubles, now both sides of his face stung fiercely.
"MY FATHER POTTER, MY FUCKING DAD! YOU'VE KILLED HIM! THE ONE PERSON WHO'S ALWAYS GIVEN A DAMN ABOUT ME! WHO'S ALWAYS BEEN THERE ISN'T GOING TO BE THERE ANY MORE BECAUSE YOU TOLD EVERYONE HE WAS A DEATH EATER! YOU TESTIFIED AGAINST HIM, YOU SHIPPED HIM OFF TO AZKABAN AND MADE HIM GO INSANE WITH GRIEF!" Draco's eyes were starting to overflow with large fat tears that fell and splashed onto Harry. They felt hotter than the marks on his face
"I didn't-" he tried again before he was cut off.
"WELL I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY POTTER, I'M JUST LIKE YOU NOW! JUST BECAUSE YOUR BLOODY GODFATHER DECIDED TO DIVE INTO THE ARCHWAY OF THE DEAD WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE IT OUT ON ME!"
Harry saw Draco's fist go back, he'd never been punched by Malfoy before, this would be an experience.
But the blow never fell, Harry re-opened his eyes to see that Ginny had grabbed onto Draco's wrist, and was shaking her head at him sadly. Draco was openly crying now, somehow avoiding the scrunched up face runny nose thing. Draco looked like the most heart breaking most beautiful thing in the whole world.
"Why did you have to take it out on me!" he sobbed, letting himself be dragged away by Ginny, "I hate you! I HATE YOU HARRY POTTER!"
does he? does he really? well, right now he does. no Idea when Ill next update, depends on my reviews. lol, joking, but I'v got a busy week, soI'm not sure when Ill have the time to write...
anyway, thank you all again, you all really make my day!
El
xxx