Lustful Intentions
By: Loraliant Angelisa Snape
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The Manor was cold on that July day. This wasn't normal; usually the rooms were kept at a comfortable temperature. Of course, that's when there's no trouble with the Malfoy heir.
"I forbid it, Draco! She will not attempt it!"
"I never said anything about her trying to attempt it, or even thinking about the decision!" Draco shouted back at his father.
"Don't talk to your father like that, Draco. This is serious. She mustn't try anything of this sort again. What do you propose we do, Lucious?"
"We wait and see if she tries anything against Draco, Narcissa dear. You say she's oblivious to her appearance?"
"Not unless it's her teeth. She's crazy about them."
"I don't believe the Mudblood's going to try to do anything, dear. I think she's gotten her revenge." Narcissa took a sip of her now lukewarm tea.
Lucius looked at various objects in the room, looking as if he was indecisive about something. "We watch. We do nothing. You're excused Draco."
The boy inclined his head and opened the door. Before he closed it, he could have sworn he heard his mother whispering to his father about seductive girls and the family fortune.
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The picture resided on his nightstand in the dormitory. When he was home for the summers and holidays, he never took it out of his trunk. It was a memory. Why else would he have that? No, it wasn't like he was obsessed with the girl. But he still had her picture.
It was of the Yule Ball. It was a magical one, so he had dozens of people moving and shuffling about in the area. Many Slytherins were in it; he and Pansy, Blaise and that Ravenclaw witch he had seen fit to take, though Draco couldn't for the life of him remember her name, Crabbe and Goyle, both dateless and stupid. There was Millicent Bullstrode. And a few older and younger boys and girls could be found. Of the few people in the photograph that wasn't enrolled in Hogwarts or Housed in Slytherin, was ViktorKrum and his date, the mudblood Granger. Others were in it, but he didn't know who they were.
He only had eyes for Hermione.
Her brown hair had not one trace of a curl; not even one wave. It looked like ParvatiPatil had loaned her her own hair. Her eyes were warm and brown, shining with happiness at being at the ball with Viktor, who was clearly interested in her. It was then that Draco realized she was more than a bookworm.
He'd wanted her since that night. Sometimes, he'd walk into his common room in a mood worse than bad, and someone would mention what the "know-it-all-mudblood" had done lately. He'd blow up at the whole house; the others had always assumed it was his immense hatred for her, because he did hate her with every particle of his being.
Of course, one thing always managed to recede in the back of his mind everytime he convinced himself all he was feeling for her was a passion filled with hate; there's a fine line between love and abhorrence.
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Blaise had approached him for the job. He had long since been working as a Private Wizard Investigator and heard that his long time friend needed a PWI. He had not heard for what, but Blaise assumed there was someone who was doing wrong in his company.
Nothing had prepared him for what the job turned out to be.
"You want me to do what!"
"You heard me, Blaise. Find her. Find out all you can about her. Who she's dating, where she's living, where she's working at, the works. Especially pay extra attention to who she's dating."
"My I inquire why?"
Draco swiveled his chair to face the fellow Slytherin he had shared a dorm with. "Revenge."
Blaise saw how hard his face had come to be since graduation, saw that the Mudblood they had competed against had changed him in a way no one else could have managed. It was against Blaise's better judgment, taking this job, but seeing firsthand what she had cost him over the years; all the pain, suffering, hatred, lust, maybe secret love, he slowly nodded his head. "I'll do it."
And he did it with perfection. Within a mere week, he had everything about Hermione secure. From her birth to now was in a file ready for Draco's prying eyes. He tried his offices, but he wasn't to be found. Blaise disapparated to the Manor. Draco would be there.
Lucius had died in the war, and Narcissa was in bad health in St.Mungos. He pretty much had the whole run of the place.
"Draco, I have the report," Blaise called, knowing he was somewhere close by. He walked in the sitting room and saw him. His eyes were bloodshot, an empty bottle of firewhiskey by his side. "What happened, mate?"
"I need to see this report immediately. There's a prophecy."
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Heheheheheheee! What'd you think about that cliff hanger? There's a little bit of background information; boring I know, but needed.
I'm leaving on vacation tomorrow around sixish so I wanted to post this. Please read this: If I don't get 70 reviews (60 at the least), you'll have to wait for the next chapter. I'm going to write about five more chapters of the 1000 word variety, like always. I expect those reviews by the time I get back, which is next Saturday.
Hatusu: Lol, good characterization, huh? I don't know about that. I just write them. And you;ll get answers eventually. It'd spoil everything if you knew what was happening. Got any theories so far?
So, what do you think about the prophecy? Anyone wanna take a guess as to what's in it?
Loraliant Angelisa Snape
