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PoIsOnEd LeTtErS
Chapter 7
The world spun as he staggered down the hazy corridor, gripping to the clammy cold walls as he went, the rough stone floor scratching at his bare feet, he needed to find his professor, the way he was reacting to the bite wasn't natural for him, he felt sleepy, so sleepy…
"For the love of Lord Voldemort…"
His breathing was shallow, his eyesight weakened, and as he tumbled through one of the corridor's many portraits, somewhere in his darkened mind it clicked, this was the Slytherin common room, he didn't however, realize the danger he was in, all he could think about was the new password.
'For the love of Lord Voldemort? They really are going down hill with out me…'
In fact, he didn't even notice the group, huddled in a shadowy corner of the room, stand up and start slinking towards him, Draco first noticed them when Anderson, and it had to be Anderson, let out a low, hollow laugh.
"Well, well well, look what we have here, boys? What a pleasant surprise Draco, glad you could join us, in fact, we were just talking about you, weren't we lads?"
There were murmurs of agreement in the mob behind him, and Draco started to feel nervous.
"Look, can this wait? Please? I'm not in the mood…"
"Oh but hunny, we are…"
Severus Snape could not believe the incompetent, idle boned, good for nothing attitude of his pupils, if there was a more inept bunch of children on this earth he shuddered to think about it.
Really, you would think that one of them; one miserable, insignificant, slither of a student would give a damn about Potions wouldn't you? You would actually think that SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE would require a good grade to get the job they desired, and if the amount of students who wished to be aurors had anything to go about it then…
Snape looked up from the piece of yellowed parchment, something was up… something didn't feel right at all, there was evil in the castle...
Snape was up in a flash; the first thing his mind jumped to was 'the vampires!' jumping up to his feet he marched over to his wardrobe for his dressing gown, and then, as quickly as the feeling had appeared, it left…
Severus sat down on his bed with a bump, he could have sworn…
Never mind.
Draco sighed, and perched on the arm of one of the leather chairs, sure, he couldn't see his hand in front of his face (well, he could, it was just that there was five of them) wasn't going to make him panicky before these losers.
"Look, guys, what is your problem with me? All I did was start dressing myself, we all have to learn sometime."
Anderson put his hands on his hips, in what he must of thought was a macho kind of way to intimidate him, well, it did a little, but only because it made Anderson look like his mother. "Shut up you little punk, you betrayed our lord and master, you betrayed he who must not be named."
Draco let out a little snort of laughter that only seemed to infuriate the boy more so.
"Your lord and Master? Who you're still too afraid of to speak his name? Its Voldemort, VOL-DE-MORT."
Anderson's nostrils flared and his eyes gleamed "You have no right to speak his name!"
"I have no right? NO ONE EVER DOES!" Draco lost his temper here; he'd wanted to put them straight over a couple of things all year. "All you're doing is turning into the next generation of lapdogs to lick up the vomit he spews up to you all every day about 'RULING THE WORLD THIS, KILLING THE MUDBLOODS THAT,' its utterly boring! No wonder I backed out while I still had a chance!"
"Are you asking for a hiding?"
The sheer stupidity of this question made Draco stop, and then, before he could help it he'd started to giggle, and then it was a fully blown out laugh.
"Ooooooh yes, Roy, I am simply screaming out for a good hiding, am I not? Please, oh please will you beat me to a pulp!"
Anderson looked confused for a moment as if trying to work out whether or not Draco was serious, then, sluggishly making up his mind, his fist went back and…
But then, shouldn't he go and check it out anyway? It had been strong, that… feeling, and if it had been the Vampires, wouldn't they have headed straight for Draco? Maybe the feeling had went because they had taken the boy out of the castle?
Oh please God no.
Grabbing the door handle he pulled the old oak door open and marched down the corridor to Draco's room, practically screaming the password to the young Georgian witch that guarded it. She tutted and fluttered her fan before opening, and yes the window was open!
No one was in the room; turning back to the portrait he asked the girl, "Do you know where Master Malfoy is, Constanze?"
She giggled and hid herself behind her fan.
"Miss, now is not the time for your games."
Pouting, Constanze crossed her arms over her chest, making the tight corset strain even more so over her breasts. "That's right, no one wants to play any more now do they? Just because I'm a silly painting on a wall!"
"Constanze!" Severus did not have the time to listen to the girl, one of his students, his God Son, could be in lots of trouble.
"Alright alright, you boring, old man! He's out, he went off like he was under the influence of…" she lowered her voice, "certain narcotics, I think that girl gave him them…"
"What girl? What girl, madam! Please!"
"The one who came through that window, startled me a bit, terrible clothes, all ripped to shreds like she'd been living in them for years!"
Ok, so maybe he shouldn't have laughed quite so much at them… or been so cheeky, but he was certainly paying the price of it now.
Draco had not known how much blood a nose could possess; it was quite interesting actually, and as one of Andersons lackeys kicked him in the side of his chest, a tiny flicker occurred in the back of his mind.
This isn't so bad…you know, he'd always watched movies where the lead would get beaten, and you'd think, now look how strong and brave he is, taking it like a man, to be truthful, there was just a point where you switched off and there was no sharp pains anymore, it was all just mediocre.
Anderson stood towering above him as his lackeys did his dirty work, pretending to smile sadly, he shook his head.
'This is for your own good Malfoy!'
'Oh really? I feel so much better knowing that you're breaking my face in a good way. It's a good bruise' Draco hissed back between his teeth as someone hit him in the gut.
'Stop making it worse for yourself.' Anderson snapped, verging on anger.
'HOW can I POSSIBLY make it worse?' Draco screamed back, swinging a punch at one of the Slytherin males, trying desperately to get to Anderson, pulling at the back of the boy's knees he brought him down.
'Malfoy, why can't you just leave it in stead of making such a big deal!'
The two boys were literally scrawling around on the ground, throwing punches and thrashing out at each other, Draco managed to split the older boys lip, and grinned as the blood splashed down onto his face, Anderson had managed some how to get on top of the pale boy and had his hands on either knee. The chanting of 'fight! Fight! Fight!' sizzled out as the two boys panted glaring at each other, Anderson smiled and separated Draco's legs a little more, 'well,' he smirked, 'isn't this friendly?'
'Fuck you.' Draco whispered angrily, not having enough breath to shout.
'Is that an invitation? You know, you're quite pretty when you get mad.'
Draco's eyes widened for a moment, what had he got himself into?
Snape stormed in to the Slytherin common rooms and took one look at the scene ahead of him, before marching over and parting the group, there was Draco in the middle, looking up at Anderson with such hate in his eyes Severus had never seen before, Anderson holding his legs, glaring straight back at him. He didn't like what their position suggested, not at all.
"What is going on here?"
'Nothing sir, just keeping the rebels at bay, sir.' Anderson smiled, not once taking his eyes from Draco's.
Severus tried to keep his voice as icy as possible as he replied "While the Dark Lord would no doubt appreciate your loyalty, he would not however appreciate losing his followers to the Ministry dogs so they can divulge information that could quite possibly be harmful to his cause. Ten points from Slytherin for your lack of tact. Mister Malfoy you will wait for me in my office."
Snape waited for the boy to be released before marching out of the room, his black robes billowing from out behind him.
Once down the corridor Draco laughed quietly, "thanks… for the whole, helping me thing…"
"Anytime. What where you doing there anyway?" Severus turned to look him in the eye.
Draco shook his head; "I was looking for you, just to let you know that the castle has possibly the worst security system in the world, and you might want to sort that out, seeing as golden boy lives here and all…"
"Why… what happened?" Snape asked, narrowing his eyes slightly, he watched as Draco scratched the back of his neck, a thing he only did when nervous.
"Em, one of my… nocturnal friends from the forest came to see me this evening…"
"Really? Well, are you all right? Were you bitten?"
"Yes she bit me, but that wasn't the strange part, I'm used to vampire bites, it's just…" Draco's voice faded away as he started to think about it.
"Yes?"
"She… she spat out my blood, like it was bitter or something, and after she'd gone I got all giddy, my head started to spin…"
"That doesn't explain what you were doing in the Slytherin Common room Draco."
"I know, and I don't know why I was in there either, I just seemed to stumble in. It was lucky you came when you did though Sir."
"I'll say, what was Anderson playing at, hmm Draco?"
Draco's eyes glazed over slightly, and he tilted his face away from Snape's gaze. He knew exactly what Anderson had wanted, he'd felt it, he'd seen cold passion in the boys blue eyes, so, it had started already then, this 'gift' that would drive humanity crazy just to be with him, it was hitting him harder than it had his father, because Draco had one of those faces that was beyond gender and just simply beautiful in its sorrow, tears he could cry over this, but he was just going to have to get used to it, he thought he had until his sixteenth birthday at least, but it seemed fate had other plans.
Snape sighed, and opened the door to his office, beckoning Draco inside.
Once they we're seated, Snape looked at Draco inquisitively.
"My time is running out, isn't it?" the boy said quietly, looking at his pale hands resting on leather clad legs.
"I think so yes, no one will hurt you Draco, because if they did, it would be the last thing they do, I promise you that.
Draco's steel eyes looked up through a fringe of white; outlined in kohl they looked dangerous and fragile at the same time, lashes like a frame to eyes that reflected only indifference, when the soul inside was hurting so much.
"I don't see how you can help me, no one can…"
Silence froze the room for minutes, a silence as dangerous as drugs lacing a wine glass.
"So" Draco dared to say, the noise sounding harsh to both their ears, nevertheless Draco carried on, "what do you think it is that made the Vampire reject my blood?"
"There could be a number of reasons for it, the first being, have you taken any medicine, drugs, in the last twenty four hours?"
"Not that I know of no…"
"Well, another is that maybe she, like many Vampires, dose not have the strength to drink from the innocent."
"How am I-"
"Draco, to put it bluntly, have you had sex?"
"…No."
"Have you murdered anyone?"
Isabella… "No."
"Well then, your classified as an innocent."
"Well that sucks, I was hoping I was slightly more rebellious than a dead fly, but it seems I was mistaken."
"Hmm, well, by human standards I would say you were that, Draco, you're not exactly THE good little boy are you?" Snape tutted as Draco smirked slightly, " the third reason, and most likely of them all actually, is that she couldn't handle drinking a very complicated cocktail of human, vamperic, and veela blood."
"In other words?"
"Your flavour is not her desired cup of tea."
Draco blinked slowly "thanks for that."
"You're welcome."
"I should probably head back to my room, or find David and Ginny to apologise to… I was a bit mean to them…"
"Okay… Draco, you ever want to talk, you know where my office is."
"Yes sir."
"Good boy, oh, tomorrow, if you could meet me back here, you can be taken to meet your father."
"Yes sir."
Finding Ginny was easier said than done, the little red head was no where to be found, he could, he suppose, wonder around the school aimlessly until dawn…
He hated fighting with his friends; to be honest they were the only ones he got, so why did he keep pushing them away?
He supposed it was because he wasn't used to it, the only one he had ever opened up to before was his Ada, and sometimes Snape, but kids his own age was different. It was like they were judging you with everything you said, he didn't suppose they meant it but teenagers…
They were always judging.
Maybe he could try brag his way into the Gryffindor common room, he would be lynched but hey… it's all good.
Draco started to climb the stairs to the Gryffindor tower, the amount of times he'd walked Ginny 'home' he knew it off by heart… that's what they could do tomorrow, have a sleepy over at his place… that is if they were still talking to him.
Come on Draco, now that's just self pity, he snapped at himself, and walked off into the night.
Soooo. Not a lot happened in this chapter. But its now done, so you must praise me (ha!) next chapter is bound to be more interesting, I promise. I got quite poetical in the middle I feel.
Draco: poetic? Is that what they call it now?
E: quiet you, you sex beast you!
D: smirk well there's no denying it…
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