Author's note: my my my! If I knew so cool people would review my story!!!
Oh, you're truly wonderful!
Me~ yes, you're a very disturbed child, but as I am one too, I'm sure we could get along. You'd better keep your promise and review again!!!!
Fire'N'Ice ~ I love Molly being here too, I think she's got more credit than everybody thinks and she'll play a great part in my story!
Miriam G~ he he, people who don't like Draco stories doesn't read that, so I guess you like it! Or you're a complete masochist. Lol!
Vaness~ stop drooling, here is the next chapter!!!! Could you please don't eat it away so quickly, your panting gives me loads of stress!
Elven ice angel~ if you don't upload the next part of your story soon, I forbid you to read this. Njark!!!
Endovu~ congratulations, you wrote four words in your review! At least, it was something cool!
Troubadour~ glad to hear my English is wonderful, you should say that to my grammar teacher, he'd maybe put me better marks!
Cithara~ yoo-hoo! Check your mail, I wrote back!!!!
Sunkitten~ thanks for your help on the rating! Hopefully, you have a brain, mine is clinically dead.
MysticalWoodElf~ don't worry about torture, I write about Draco especially because he is very very tortured. Yes, I'm a maniac, sorry.
And, please everybody, don't forget I'm somebody cynical. Don't worry Sunkitten, you still have a brain!
Flames aren't welcome. We have a perfect temperature here and I don't want any heating. It would have been more useful in January, when it was freezing!
Disclaimer: this begins to annoy me seriously. you guys aren't that stupid, are you????? Not mine!!!!! Except for draco's thinkings, as JKR doesn't give him credit! Don't fire me, I still love her books!!!!
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Chapter 4:
*Molly Weasley's POV*
All evening, I was in a good mood. The look on my dear son's face was priceless when Albus announced I was the new DADA teacher!
Ginny only chuckled, as she knew it already. She is a very clever girl and got suspicious weeks and weeks ago while Ron was flirting with Lavender.
Me, a teacher! I probably had a huge smile all summer, so I wonder if my boys are really that blind or just dreamers.
Anyway, I was sad to have to retrieve points this very first night, even if it was from Slytherin and Draco Malfoy. I don't like this notion of authority and I didn't thought I would have to take off points that soon!
Draco Malfoy is weird. And harsh, and impolite, and insolent. In fact, quite his father's portrait. I wonder how Narcissa could have married Lucius. She was my best friend back in Hogwarts, even if I was in fifth year when she arrived.
I thought I had helped her through her family problems. I believed I had saved her soul from her abusive father. But Lucius is exactly like her father. He is a spawn of Satan.
How is it possible that she got caught in his claws? She has become so cold- hearted. Lucius has sucked her cheerfulness out of her; she's just any empty shell now. She is lost.
No wonder their son is so cold and shallow. How can you give love when you never received some? Can't anything pass through his leaden walls?
However, his last sentence startled me.
"Go back to your cheery life and leave me with my demons"
Is he really aware of what he's lacking? Probably, or he wouldn't have said that! This boy is more complex than I would have imagined. Deception could be heard beyond his harshness. Remorse, maybe, even envy.
Anyway, I should get prepared for my first class- the sixth years. Ha, dear son of mine, I hope you'll be proud of your mother!
...
"Good morning everybody. I'm Molly Weasley and I'll be teaching DADA this year, and maybe you'll have the same teacher next year, for once!"
I hear them laugh and I feel more relaxed. I feel so good in this role!
"I'll call you by your first name. Firstly because it'll be weird to call the people I know by their family name and secondly, because I think it's friendlier. And you can call me Molly, but if you really can't, then it doesn't matter."
I now hear whispers. I guess that business with the names isn't customary of the school, but I don't care. I love the contact, and the names are a good way to institute some trust with my students.
"So, today, I'm going to teach you about the Chimaera. Please, is it possible to have conversations two decibels lower?"
.....
This class is going wonderfully. They are really sympathetic; even the Slytherins don't snicker behind my back, something I am greatly amazed of. I swear I just saw Draco Malfoy roll his eyes to Gregory Goyle, who was actually mocking me. Maybe he has some notion of respect, somewhere.
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*Draco's POV*
I'm actually in DADA, and I'm enjoying it. I had no clue Father had hit so hard that my brain became completely messed up. I respect Molly Weasley. She is a lot better than the other DADA teachers we had. And she has this flick of life and passion in her eye. She loves to be a teacher, and I think Weasley will have to bear his mother next year again.
NO! I can't let those cheery thoughts enter my mind! I can't! How can I even still think about things that futile after what happened this summer? I killed somebody, for God's sake!
I'm glad I came to that realisation now. It would have been awful if I had seen that only after having killed bunches of people. I try to think that to ease my conscience, but I'm still guilty of Hannah's death. I'll never get over it. I'll just leave miserably with that.
The teacher's voice suddenly rings in my ears.
"Draco, class is finished. Everybody has already left."
And with that, she turns back to her work. I still don't move. It could be so easy to tell her. Just tell her what happened. Why do I considerate this solution? I'm drawn to her, and I don't know why. I finally get up and head to the door. I'll decide later.
I hear everybody head for lunch, but I'm not hungry. I haven't eaten since that dreadful night. The wounds on my back are now well closed and I can't rip them open again. Shame, it's calming to feel the pain and the blood dripping on my back. I put my hand in my pocket and retrieve a knife. I had forgotten about it. I had decided to keep it with me, in case I meet somebody like a death eater for example.
I look around, but there isn't even a sound that can be heard. I'm alone. Good. I sit on the cold floor. The weather is already cold for September and the wind whistles under the doors. My hair is all tousled and it makes me laugh to think what Father would say.
"Malfoys have money to buy combs. Always be perfect outwardly, people are more respectful."
Ha! Ha! Yes, they are respectful in front of you, but it is just to laugh harder behind your back, Lucius!
I put my left sleeve up. My arm is still covered with a few bruises, but otherwise, it's fine. I apply the edge of the knife on my skin. It's cold like ice and sharp. I make a soft move with the knife and blood spurts. I watch it slowly flow. Its dark crimson colour makes a contrast with my pale skin. How can a so dirty blood look that pure?
After having cut a few more times in my arm, it is all red. I feel so much better! I bandage my arm with a handkerchief, put my sleeve down, and finally head to the common room. I have the afternoon free; I'll go to the library. It's such a peaceful place for a tortured mind.
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Et voila!!!! Alors, c'était comment????? Ha, time to learn French everybody! It's such a beautiful language! Please, review!!!!! And I promise to post another chapter as soon as I can! However, I still have to start revisions for the up-coming exams (erk).
Me~ yes, you're a very disturbed child, but as I am one too, I'm sure we could get along. You'd better keep your promise and review again!!!!
Fire'N'Ice ~ I love Molly being here too, I think she's got more credit than everybody thinks and she'll play a great part in my story!
Miriam G~ he he, people who don't like Draco stories doesn't read that, so I guess you like it! Or you're a complete masochist. Lol!
Vaness~ stop drooling, here is the next chapter!!!! Could you please don't eat it away so quickly, your panting gives me loads of stress!
Elven ice angel~ if you don't upload the next part of your story soon, I forbid you to read this. Njark!!!
Endovu~ congratulations, you wrote four words in your review! At least, it was something cool!
Troubadour~ glad to hear my English is wonderful, you should say that to my grammar teacher, he'd maybe put me better marks!
Cithara~ yoo-hoo! Check your mail, I wrote back!!!!
Sunkitten~ thanks for your help on the rating! Hopefully, you have a brain, mine is clinically dead.
MysticalWoodElf~ don't worry about torture, I write about Draco especially because he is very very tortured. Yes, I'm a maniac, sorry.
And, please everybody, don't forget I'm somebody cynical. Don't worry Sunkitten, you still have a brain!
Flames aren't welcome. We have a perfect temperature here and I don't want any heating. It would have been more useful in January, when it was freezing!
Disclaimer: this begins to annoy me seriously. you guys aren't that stupid, are you????? Not mine!!!!! Except for draco's thinkings, as JKR doesn't give him credit! Don't fire me, I still love her books!!!!
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Chapter 4:
*Molly Weasley's POV*
All evening, I was in a good mood. The look on my dear son's face was priceless when Albus announced I was the new DADA teacher!
Ginny only chuckled, as she knew it already. She is a very clever girl and got suspicious weeks and weeks ago while Ron was flirting with Lavender.
Me, a teacher! I probably had a huge smile all summer, so I wonder if my boys are really that blind or just dreamers.
Anyway, I was sad to have to retrieve points this very first night, even if it was from Slytherin and Draco Malfoy. I don't like this notion of authority and I didn't thought I would have to take off points that soon!
Draco Malfoy is weird. And harsh, and impolite, and insolent. In fact, quite his father's portrait. I wonder how Narcissa could have married Lucius. She was my best friend back in Hogwarts, even if I was in fifth year when she arrived.
I thought I had helped her through her family problems. I believed I had saved her soul from her abusive father. But Lucius is exactly like her father. He is a spawn of Satan.
How is it possible that she got caught in his claws? She has become so cold- hearted. Lucius has sucked her cheerfulness out of her; she's just any empty shell now. She is lost.
No wonder their son is so cold and shallow. How can you give love when you never received some? Can't anything pass through his leaden walls?
However, his last sentence startled me.
"Go back to your cheery life and leave me with my demons"
Is he really aware of what he's lacking? Probably, or he wouldn't have said that! This boy is more complex than I would have imagined. Deception could be heard beyond his harshness. Remorse, maybe, even envy.
Anyway, I should get prepared for my first class- the sixth years. Ha, dear son of mine, I hope you'll be proud of your mother!
...
"Good morning everybody. I'm Molly Weasley and I'll be teaching DADA this year, and maybe you'll have the same teacher next year, for once!"
I hear them laugh and I feel more relaxed. I feel so good in this role!
"I'll call you by your first name. Firstly because it'll be weird to call the people I know by their family name and secondly, because I think it's friendlier. And you can call me Molly, but if you really can't, then it doesn't matter."
I now hear whispers. I guess that business with the names isn't customary of the school, but I don't care. I love the contact, and the names are a good way to institute some trust with my students.
"So, today, I'm going to teach you about the Chimaera. Please, is it possible to have conversations two decibels lower?"
.....
This class is going wonderfully. They are really sympathetic; even the Slytherins don't snicker behind my back, something I am greatly amazed of. I swear I just saw Draco Malfoy roll his eyes to Gregory Goyle, who was actually mocking me. Maybe he has some notion of respect, somewhere.
¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^¨^
*Draco's POV*
I'm actually in DADA, and I'm enjoying it. I had no clue Father had hit so hard that my brain became completely messed up. I respect Molly Weasley. She is a lot better than the other DADA teachers we had. And she has this flick of life and passion in her eye. She loves to be a teacher, and I think Weasley will have to bear his mother next year again.
NO! I can't let those cheery thoughts enter my mind! I can't! How can I even still think about things that futile after what happened this summer? I killed somebody, for God's sake!
I'm glad I came to that realisation now. It would have been awful if I had seen that only after having killed bunches of people. I try to think that to ease my conscience, but I'm still guilty of Hannah's death. I'll never get over it. I'll just leave miserably with that.
The teacher's voice suddenly rings in my ears.
"Draco, class is finished. Everybody has already left."
And with that, she turns back to her work. I still don't move. It could be so easy to tell her. Just tell her what happened. Why do I considerate this solution? I'm drawn to her, and I don't know why. I finally get up and head to the door. I'll decide later.
I hear everybody head for lunch, but I'm not hungry. I haven't eaten since that dreadful night. The wounds on my back are now well closed and I can't rip them open again. Shame, it's calming to feel the pain and the blood dripping on my back. I put my hand in my pocket and retrieve a knife. I had forgotten about it. I had decided to keep it with me, in case I meet somebody like a death eater for example.
I look around, but there isn't even a sound that can be heard. I'm alone. Good. I sit on the cold floor. The weather is already cold for September and the wind whistles under the doors. My hair is all tousled and it makes me laugh to think what Father would say.
"Malfoys have money to buy combs. Always be perfect outwardly, people are more respectful."
Ha! Ha! Yes, they are respectful in front of you, but it is just to laugh harder behind your back, Lucius!
I put my left sleeve up. My arm is still covered with a few bruises, but otherwise, it's fine. I apply the edge of the knife on my skin. It's cold like ice and sharp. I make a soft move with the knife and blood spurts. I watch it slowly flow. Its dark crimson colour makes a contrast with my pale skin. How can a so dirty blood look that pure?
After having cut a few more times in my arm, it is all red. I feel so much better! I bandage my arm with a handkerchief, put my sleeve down, and finally head to the common room. I have the afternoon free; I'll go to the library. It's such a peaceful place for a tortured mind.
;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;: ;:;;
Et voila!!!! Alors, c'était comment????? Ha, time to learn French everybody! It's such a beautiful language! Please, review!!!!! And I promise to post another chapter as soon as I can! However, I still have to start revisions for the up-coming exams (erk).