Chapter 10: Blaise's Visit and Vodka
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Draco's POV
Every single breath that came from my lungs seemed to have left me the moment the mudblood heard my untimely confession.
A confession that she wasn't supposed to hear
A confession that is still in question
A confession that I am trying so hard to deny
She continued to stare at me, she was apparently appalled.
Completely appalled at my loss for words and reasons ….
I regarded her with guarded eyes, eyes that defied truth and I saw that underneath her innocent demeanor was a strong woman who grew curious in my recent confession.
Her voice rang through my head…
I had to say something, anything…..because if she asks that question, I could never answer her…
"What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to be up in the bathroom, getting ready…you're not supposed to be eavesdropping!" I roared
She snorted and threw her piled hair back, an action so unusual…for her.
"Eavesdropping? Get real, Malfoy! You're alone; there is nothing you'd say that I'd pick up"
"But still I was having what I'd call a private time in here; you're supposed to be upstairs, waiting until you are called"
She laughed her reply and looked at me scornfully, "You're trying to conceal something that might destroy you, Malfoy"
No, I'm trying to conceal something that might destroy you, Granger…and in the process destroy me.
I'm trying to conceal something that could destroy us.
"You're an idiot; you'll realize the consequences for your actions after I talk to Blaise…"
She raised her brows at me, acting like she didn't care. Acting like Potter was the last thing she had on her mind right now.
She was unperturbed and I was steadily growing to panic
"Threatening me now, aren't you Malfoy?"
"Yes, Do you have any problems with that!"
"No, but I do have a question for you…"she said eyes glinting with fury and anger
"And that is?"
How stupid could I get? Here I am trying to avoid the subject and I fall prey to her exceptional traps….
Whorish Vixen!
"What were you trying to insinuate, Malfoy?"
She asked the question, I so refused to answer.
I couldn't answer her, what was I supposed to say, "Hey mudblood, I jus realized I sort of like you, no problems there, right?"
That sounded lame even to me.
I wasn't even so sure of my feelings and here she is, inquiring me about it….I don't know a thing about love…so why am I pretending like it exists?
Does it even exist or is it just revolving around this girl?
Now what the hell am I supposed to say?
I wasn't even sure if I like the mudblood.
I wasn't even sure if the thing called love exists.
But I'm sure of one thing…Granger makes life complicated.
She got onto her feet and regarded me with curiosity, a look that I hated most about her.
I looked at her spitefully
"Get the hell out of here, if you know what is best for you…Mudblood"
I added the last word with sarcasm and malice which seemed to have left me while we were doing our passionate making out on the cushioned chair a while ago.
But to my surprise, it didn't affect her the way it used to.
She must have gotten used to it.
"I won't" she said defiantly "Not unless I get some answers from you, Malfoy"
"If you want to see Potter alive, you'd follow direct orders"
"You won't dare lay a finger on Harry"
I was shaking with maddening fury; I can't get rid of the witch!
"What makes you think so? I'm vile and evil, I dominate you…what makes you think I won't go as far as slicing Potter's neck just to get you out of my face? What makes you claim I wouldn't hurt him when in fact a single call from me would cause his demise? I could do it, Granger…and if you're the smart girl I once knew, you'd be a good girl, toddle back to your room and forget whatever you've heard from me…."
"You won't do it, Malfoy" she said silently bending her head down
My temper isn't t be tested by some mudblood, she's going to pay for this!
"YOU FUCKING GET OUT OF THIS ROOM NOW OR I WILL PERSONALLY CUT YOUR BOYFRIEND"S HEAD OFF!" I roared completely losing it
She looked up; the knowing look long gone from her face was now replaced with a despondent visage. She felt threatened, and I knew it…I could feel it but I didn't regret what I have said.
If she had a bit of sanity left she would have left at my first warning, but she was stubborn…so increasingly stubborn, which is one of the traits, I find most interesting about her.
But somehow, her curiosity of the person I am trying so hard to conceal made her defiant and immune to the threats I give out.
And that was beginning to be a problem.
She started to open her mouth but she closed it again as she saw my stern look.
I raised a brow and inquired angrily, "So tell me mudblood, if you are all that knowing…I'm sure this is one question you can never answer, What makes you think I wouldn't slice Potter's neck. I'm barbaric and murderous as you say I am or are you trying to imply I have changed mudblood? Well…let me tell you something since you are so curious today. Malfoy's don't change, not for anyone, deal with it, I am cold and sadistic as you say I am…So then, answer me, what gives you this crazy notion?"
She looked at me, a mad calculating look about her glassy eyes…"You wont hurt Harry…"
She trailed off without continuing and I started to grow impatient, the sound of that golden boy's name made my anger soar higher!
"Because what!" I spat
"You won't dare hurt him because you're shaking and trembling…you're just doing this because you are trying to hide something" she said softly
I could've killed her on the spot if I hadn't the slightest of conscience...
Conscience?
"Granger, I bid you my last warning. Leave or Potter dies!"
She looked at me and I thought she was about to consider but…
"No..."
I lost all of my control and temper that I lunged straight at her and grabbed her neck. I was totally losing it. She looked startled but she remained defiant…
"This wont help, Malfoy" she choked
I looked at her, her eyes were glassy…as if she was about to cry. I heaved a breath of disappointment…Why do people even have mercy?
Why did I even have it? It was a rare gift that Malfoy's never had but somehow I was blessed by it when this maid of mine walked into my life and bestowed it unto me.
I released her and I saw her coughing on the ground. I must have a strong grip…
Don't say I didn't warn you mudblood…
"No, that won't help…" I agreed I said as she fell onto the couch in front of me.
"But this will" I pointed my wand at her, clearly losing it all
I didn't like the fact that she had a way of dominating me because I let something rather important slip.
For all I know, she would be inquiring about it for the rest of my life
I cannot have that
She gave a weak smile and said, "Are you really that desperate?"
No I was not…I wouldn't even kill her for the world…I needed to threaten her into chickening out of this notion she had of finding out what she was not supposed to know.
She was right; I was being inconsistent and desperate. I usually act cool and nonchalant but right now I was driven out of my wits because of her query.
I lowered my wand and sat on the green couch, letting a long sigh of resignation.
"Why, Malfoy!" she inquired looking at me with her glassy eyes
She isn't about to let me do this….
"What do you want me to say, Granger!"
"The truth…"
Does she even have any idea how absurd the truth is! I'm facing feelings which I was never aware of! How the hell am I supposed to know why I care for lowly beings like you? Beings I consider useless….beings that are left to rot in my dungeon.
How do you expect me to answer you? It's even vague…even to me! Do realize it mudblood, can't you see it's even hard for me!
I was alone in this world Granger…and you suddenly came by. And that's when everything started to get so fucked up…
Why does she even want to know? Perhaps she feels something for me in return then…
"Why do you want to know so much, mudblood! It's just me! Your employer! Your master, is it that important!"
She stared at me, she said nothing for a moment and the finally, "Aside from the fact that it involves me, Malfoy. I want to know more about the person you're trying to hide. I want to know if there is more to you than what I really know."
She was speaking softly, almost trying to soothe a young toddler who is crying his heart out but instead of feeling annoyed, I felt relieved and calmed.
"I want to know, if you are just as humane as we all are…I want to know if a person like you is capable of…"
She stopped as if she didn't want to say something more...
Then she looked at me as if she said something that offended me, she stood up from the couch and started for the parlor's door.
"You are right, Malfoy. I should be leaving…Good evening and I am so sorry to have disturbed your "private time" she said softly but the sarcasm didn't leave her voice
But she had stirred up my curiosity too much that I stopped her before she even got to the door.
I grabbed her wrist and turned her around to face me so abruptly that she lost her balance that she grabbed by bare shoulders for support.
A faint color if pink rose to stain on her milky white cheeks as she saw that she was facing my naked chest.
But I was for too intrigued by her sentence to notice, she released her hold on my shoulders but I kept my grip still on her wrist.
"Capable of what, mudblood!"
She bent her head then said, "Capable of feeling, Draco…"
She said my first name and in a way I didn't feel angry even if she wasn't supposed to call me that…she was supposed to address me Master Malfoy but then, I found out that Draco is more into my preference.
I scoffed remembering what she just said as I let go of her wrist, "Of course I feel, Granger. I feel hatred and pain, I am clouded with all that pent up anger I had for nineteen years, and I feel all the negativity that is excreted from this house. You may think I am so lucky, Granger but to tell you. I am the saddest person on this earth. I may be the only person who thinks that death is the happiest moment I will ever have in this mundane earth"
"Why?"
"You don't have to know, Granger. You are prying into personal matters that you are not supposed to know and you are my maid"
Something flicked in her chocolate brown eyes and I figured out it was anger. She hated it when I reminded her of how little she meant to this manor.
Or rather was it because she thought she meant so little to me…
Is that why she suddenly gets so angry when I tell her she's my maid?
"What I don't understand, Malfoy is that why you are trying to make a big of a deal of a simple question, I want to know why you said what you said a while ago"
I countered her with my own anger and stood from the couch, "Well, dear mudblood. I supposed I liked the kiss you gave me and decided to take things further, maybe I even want to take you to my bed! Is this the answer you are trying so hard to fish for!"
It was almost true, but so far from it. It was the only thing I could think of to get rid of her.
She flushed at my blatant explanation, perhaps she expected the flowery confession gay boyfriends do to take their girlfriends to bed, but no I am not a fag. I say it straight, even if what I am saying is so far from the truth…
"Acting modest now, mudblood? Is this something you don't discuss frequently with Potter! Are you trying to insinuate that you are still a virgin!" I said returning her scorn
"That is not true"
"Strike one, mudblood! I for one know that you are a virgin, the way you naively responded to me was one of the hints you obviously gave out!"
"Malfoy, you are just trying to twist the topic!" she shouted
"So what if I am, at least you are not fishing for something you shouldn't know!"
"I just want to know what you really mean, the truth" she said
"The truth--!" I scoffed
At that precise moment Palace arrived and I couldn't thank her more for having a better timing.
I practically beamed at her for her…bad…er...good timing!
I thought this would pull the mudblood off from her silly interrogation. Little did I know it takes so much effort to make a mudblood change her mind.
"Tell me, Malfoy" she said looking at me with deep set eyes
I wanted to tell her…
I wanted her to know what I'm suddenly feeling for her so that she might be able to explain it.
Because I refuse to think it's more than like or lust itself.
Refuse to think that I care for her…
But how could I say it when I can't even understand what this is…
Annie as usual, looked as if she just walked into a room with nothing unusual going on.
She regarded the both of us with a curt nod before she started with her formalities.
Such formalities are in contrast for such a clown like character like her. Her peach cashmere blouse and long plaid skirt aren't the necessary clothes for a clown like her.
Maybe I should give her something a lot funnier to watch than this.
The thought itself made me chuckle lightly but none of them noticed. It pays to have Palace around, who cares if she's a nut, as long as she lightens me up when I'm feeling a bit depressed, especially since she looks so much like a clown…
Especially since she is so weak
Especially since she is so in love with me
And most especially since the price of her freedom is far too great, which by far means giving up my own freedom and permanently seal my allegiance to a monster.
The thought heated me up a few more notches that I decided to discard of it before my temper goes any higher than it already is.
Palace looked at us and made a slight noise in her throat that made me regard her.
She smiled at the both of us and gave me her bow.
To hell with formalities.
Although she did regard the mudblood with a mild interest and was looking through her as though she were made of glass…
Maybe she noticed the mudblood's tone of voice or maybe a bond was formed between them…that Palace felt attached to her.
But no matter, the mudblood wasn't helping; she was making it seems like something happened between us, that I hurt her in some way.
I didn't, did I?
"Is something wrong, Hermione?"
Hearing her name drop from Palace lips was all I can withstand from recalling the night's earlier events.
It all seemed surreal to me, starting from where I first heard her name escape from my own lips…
I should never have said that because it means that I am regarding her more than a servant or my maid, that we are somehow connected and with that she may regard me something other her master.
Saying her name screwed a few things but it was better to address her that way, without her giving me her icy glare after I call for her.
But nonetheless matters needed to be taken care first…
"Nothing is wrong with her, Palace!" I barked
Annie looked at me as if I said something offensive
"Anyway, I'm glad you're here and where is Blaise?"
Now that I've come to think of it…she was supposed to escort Blaise here….Now where the hell did that moron go!
"Master Zambini wanted you to come up yourself, that's why I came by. He said this room is too cold, he wanted to have a drink while you both have a chat, and he prepared his own wine upstairs, if you would like, I'd escort you there myself"
Insufferable prat!
As if I needed any escort
"Tell him to accompany me here or I'll burn his white ass…"
Annie bowed and went for the door, her out of this world features clashing with the rooms antiques.
Hermione toddled after her but I'm not going to let that happen! Think of the things she'll be telling Annie once they are out of sight..
"Granger"
She looked at me with eyes in a deeper shade of brown. She must be angry or sad, I don't know. I can't seem to read any emotion from her blank expression. That's a first…
She walked back to me and asked, "So, you have reconsidered? You want t talk…about what you said earlier?"
Reconsidered my arse, Granger
Fat chance!
But I ignored her and called my elf which came scuttling about after a maximum of ten to fifteen seconds…
Fast Service..
"Yes, Master Malfoy?" It squeaked
"Take the mudblood up to her new room, you know where it is" I commanded and sank down back to my chair…the cold night seeping into my skin even more.
The elf understood what I said, the mudblood however…looked surprised, and I guess she wasn't expecting a new room after a few weeks since she came here.
I suppressed a laugh as I saw the perplexed and convoluted look she had on her face.
The elf accompanied her, in ratty old cloth while she was dressed….not at all like a servant...
I have to do something about that….
I looked at the slender sticks that lay forgotten at my end table and decided to take another one.
This was a bad day indeed and it isn't going to get any better…
The moment the stick came in contact with my mouth it immediately lighted itself…but then a wind blew through the window, making me colder than ever.
I took the stick from my mouth and crushed it in my palm, littering the green rug with its remains. No need to rely on that now, I'm being a coward…
I'll resort to that later.
Another gust of wind came but I didn't close the curtain…it was better off this way.
In fact that was just what the mudblood said, I am a coward. The day she saw me smoking that cigar again, I can still remember the way she reacted when she saw the room was filled with its scent. I gave a silent laugh as I recalled how she reacted.
"You are sick, Malfoy! So sick! You are trying to kill me with this smoke while I am trying to study"
"Study elsewhere then"
"In case you haven't noticed, Malfoy. WE SHARE THIS ROOM"
"Sharing includes two persons, these two persons I am referring to includes me. Wouldn't it be sharing if you just find your own place? Technically, that would still be called sharing, you after all will be sharing your whole room and this whole place exclusively to me, though I wouldn't really know, sharing is something VERY FOREIGN in my dictionary, Is it sharing then?"
"No! You're such an asshole"
"That's beautiful asshole to you mudblood!" I said brushing a few strands of hair away from my face and regarded her with a mocking smile
Some of the day's gel had gone off; the slick look seemed to be a lot less menacing these days.
"You are so full of yourself! No wonder you never had a girlfriend!" she spat
I snorted, if only she knew the numerous girls who lined up just to have a place in my bed. Maybe she could consider herself one of those girls soon…I silently laughed at the thought.
"Honestly mudblood, I rather think I am too beautiful for any of the students of this…uhh…substandard school"
I took another drag, walking to her desk and blowing the blue smoke directly to her face.
She coughed and I roared with laughter.
"You think you're far too good for this school, well guess what, Malfoy. THIS SCHOOL IS FAR TOO GOOD FOR DUNDERHEADS LIKE YOU!"
"That's an understatement, mudblood. I rather think I'm too good for anyone in this school, I even think that I am doing you a favor just by being in your presence which for your information is highly nauseating" I said
"Leave then!" she spat almost immediately
"In the magical boundary mudblood, in which we both currently are, I have a higher social standing than you do, something of aristocracy and affluence, whilst you have the makings of a slave girl, it wouldn't be right if I left, it wouldn't be manners at all" I said liking every passing moment I had of infuriating her
"You are so old fashioned! In case you have not noticed Malfoy, we are not in the medieval times! And you don't know a thing about manners, that's crap!"
Something in her sentence stirred me to do something about what I have noticed about her lately.
"Oh? Then I suppose this is why you act so…perplexed and nervous when you're around me? Well, that is just so modern mudblood" I said sarcastically
She tensed a bit and I took the opportunity to torture her
"Tell me, have you been obsessing about me like every other girl in this school? Is that why you are so nervous while you are around me? Why you silently called out my name three nights ago…"
She looked at me with her big brown eyes, all filled with turbulent thoughts.
I stood up from my seat and walked over to where she was, the flame of the furnace seemed to make her eyes glow in a brown red color.
In a way, if she just wasn't the mudblood that she was I would have considered that flicker in her eyes interesting, but just as our social standings grace us, there's nothing more I could describe it other than a very common eye color.
Very much unlike my blue gray ones, with the intensity to change colors depends on the mood.
"Yes mudblood, I heard you call out my name and I figured out that you must have some sort of infatuation in me, not deserting Potter are we now? Well mudblood, I'd like to take that infatuation to a whole new level" I said standing really close to where she sat bending down so that I could reach for her face as I gently stroked it with my finger.
The touch sent waves of nausea to my stomach, but I was having too much fun to care.
Touching her was like hell but total domination along with humiliation is a very different thing!
The mudblood formed little beads of perspiration on her forehead, so there was some veracity in what I said then, it should be.
I heard her a few nights ago.
She glared at me and whisked her head away from my touch.
I silently laughed
"Of course, I'd rather have a PUREBLOOD in this room than you, even the touch revolts me" I said blowing the smoke to her face that she coughed
I sat down beside her chair and laughed.
"That's it! I'm leaving!"
"Best idea you had all day mudblood"
Finally some time alone, I needed some time to think and she wasn't helping.
But I had another surprise waiting for her, I don't know why I wanted her to infuriate her so much but what I know is that she had to do something for me first.
Something I find rather boring for a Malfoy like me to do.
She toddled toward her room and was appalled to find it locked. I stifled my laughter as she tried it with the alohamora spell. I did something that only MY SPELL could undo…
I found it in a book I was browsing for in the library a while ago. Something like Magical Trickeries, fool anyone
I roared with laughter as she made her way back down and shook her fist at me.
"You'll pay for this! I'll make sure of it! I DEMAND YOU OPEN IT TO MALFOY! Or else…"
"Or else what? What are you going to do? Send your skinny boyfriend to kick the big bad wolf's arse!"
"No, I'm going to report you to Professor McGonagall or worse to Professor Dumbledore; he'll take your badge for sure"
I snorted and blew another smoke on her face
"You will not"
"Oh yes I will!"
I just laughed and continued to take long drags from the cigarette. At some moment during that time, the mudblood grew silent and suddenly serious.
"You should stop that, Malfoy. That's not even allowed here in school and considering your position as headboy. You should quit that you know…"
'Who are you? MY mother?"
"No, but by doing that you are being a coward"
"How am I being a coward then, mudblood?"
"You smoke to relieve yourself of your problems, thinking that it's the only thing that could help you, in fact it's the only thing you can rely on, and you think it helps you but it does not. It is destroying you, Malfoy"
I hated the fact that she was right and in a way I felt like agreeing to what she just said. Did she notice how much strain I was in, that somehow she sensed some of the problems I had to endure!
I hated to agree with a biased notion such as being a coward by hiding under the solace of a sedative cigarette, so I shoved the thought away and raised my brows at her.
"So what if it is, not caring are we now?" I asked insolently pushing the subject away from my confined self and problems
"Hell no!" she retorted
'Good, so shut up"
"Malfoy…" she whispered somewhat impatiently
"What!"
"Open my goddamn room" she said harshly
"I will" I said with a hint of malice in my voice
The mudblood thought I would resign so quickly but then she didn't know what was in store for her…
"A-are you s-serious!" she stammered
"Yeah, on one condition..."
Her tone turned wary as she said, "On what condition!"
I snickered, finally liking what I did to torture her, she wouldn't tell Potter, and she knew the consequences if she would…
"I don't know, it's a little heavy for you I think…"
She sighed and I smiled my victory
"Name it"
I laughed, God! She was so weak and easy to dominate, little did I know she would be so hard to dominate right after.
"Well, Professor Binns gave us a lengthy homework to do today and those essays we have to do in Potions won't come in easy either, I just need you to do those things and before I forget, I don't want duplicates and I want my work to be far better than yours, I don't want to be second best…"
Of course I didn't care if I was best or not, as long as I have homework but it seems it'll be taking her more time if she did it that way.
This meant I had more time to collect myself while she did my dirty work
More time to contemplate and more time with no mudblood with me
She laughed, "Save it, Malfoy! You do your own work! Professor Binns gave us enough time to work on that homework! It's due next week, Monday…only three days then"
"Precisely, you have two days to work on it, two free days! Consider yourself lucky, mudblood"
She looked at me and spat, "What makes you think I will be doing something like this? That I would be reduced something to what I term as…a homework slave?"
I snickered, "Do you want that room open or would you rather spend your entire seventh year in this common room without any privacy with the presence of a beautiful nuisance and the suffocating smoke or better yet, share the room of your enemy! Consider this as an immense opportunity to live the lives of the elves you love so much, mudblood. Finally, you can feel their pain!" I said sarcastically like very moment that passed by
She smirked, "You cannot possibly get away with this, and I will personally make sure that Professor McGonagall will put a halt to this"
"Good idea, and while you are whining about my head boy quality kindly remind her what kind of head girl you are and lay out the subsequent IMPORTANT MEETINGS we had"
"They were not IMPORTANT! You just needed an excuse to disturb me!" she spat but her eyes told me that she was defeated.
One rule about being a head boy and girl is that you should both agree, despite the circumstances and that whatever meetings the head boy or girl should hold, each one must make sure they would attend.
This thing about agreement…makes me wonder if that's the primary reason why they threw off Macmillian off the Head Boy position and made me the one instead, because they wanted me to tag along with a mudblood…
How utterly revolting
Father would have a fit if that were the case
She sighed her defeat and took my paper and started the homework.
She loved her position that she would do anything to the extent of doing my OWN homework.
But she did her work better, not that I minded, at least I have something to pass…and what's more, it's a higher grade than the ones I usually acquire.
"You CANNOT enter your room if you don't finish my work by tomorrow, if ever you should be done, give a light tap on my door and I'll open you room" I said as I made my way to my room closing the door.
Little did I know that little tap on the door would be a raucous sonorous spell threatening to wake the whole castle up, but the little vixen had a silencing charm on.
I laughed, seventh year was an easy blow on me with the mudblood's help. If she hadn't been with Potter she wouldn't have been reduced to a homework hut I used to get the grades my father wanted to see, not my grades…it was actually her grades.
If had hadn't been with Potter, she wouldn't have to sneak out almost every night and miss her fucking meetings!
No wonder I came in second when I was in my seventh year. Not that I am a dunderhead or slow actually, but it was in my seventh year that more of my problems occurred because I was nearing the age, the age of fall as I call it.
The age when I was supposed to get my permanent marking. I was supposed to be a member of the congregation when I reached 18 but so much had happened that time that they postponed it to my 20th birthday, the day I fully become a man, as they say.
I never wanted to become the monster my father always wanted me to be, but then I had no choice, it was what to be expected and I have to accept it, I never complained. It was due to the mudblood I survived that year, so much had happened while I had the tension of having that mark.
But Voldemort had a different idea at that time, after his full restoration he decided to use it to its extent by dominating the magical and non magical world and eradicating the mudbloods and all muggles at once. He overestimated his power but of course our golden boy always had a way of stopping him and when he did, Voldemort barely survived, it took two full years for him to restore his dwindling life and my father's allegiance to him was ever strong.
If I had a master who's life was dwindling on the pendulum swings, I'd desert him right there and then. Not that I would ever consider serving that monster.
It was actually all thanks to Potter for the procrastination of the mark, the more days I age, the more agitated I become.
Having the mark had its advantages, like my parents' care for one. They will finally see me as a son and not as an heir to their misdeeds.
Somehow, my agitation is eased only when that little brunette of a mudblood is around and it's getting weirder everyday.
My thoughts were interrupted when water started to trickle through my upper bare body. I hadn't realized it had been raining again, I was so immersed with my thoughts that I got drenched.
I quickly closed the window and caught a glimpse of the lightning before I heard the taps from the door which meant Blaise's arrival.
Blaise entered rather noisily with his heavy feet tapping on the marble floor, when he saw me he regarded me with curiosity.
"Hey Malfoy, old chap… Is something bothering you?" he asked as he saw me creasing my forehead.
"As a matter of fact, there is Blaise but I hope you would understand that this is not the perfect time to discuss it" I said looking at him
He just nodded his head toward my direction and said nothing more.
At least even though he is one of the friends I hold in my inner circle, he doesn't pry.
Unlike some who think they already have a place in the limited space of the circle.
I saw that he was indeed, bringing his own liquor which of course was Firewhiskey, one of my favorites but I had to turn him down, I wasn't in the mood for one of Blaise's drinking sessions, we had this kind of meeting almost thrice a week back in school, getting so drunk in the Slytherins' dormitory and with the little mudblood wondering where I had been.
This was what I hated about Blaise the most; there is nothing he seemed to be sad about. It was always like a happy time for him.
There is absolutely nothing that can make him sad and that is just plain weird.
And with that, he seemed rather surreal to me, not at all like a real person.
Which was I think I needed him as friend in school, because our personalities clashed.
He was happy and I was cold, I think that made sense.
But it sounded rather gay so I discarded the thought.
The way he invited me to drink reminded me so much of how some of seventh year nights used to be. I almost got expelled when Filch found me sneaking back into my room with slurred speech and liquor breath.
It's a good thing the headmaster believed in second chances
Being a headboy may have its advantages, but it was also being a pain in the arse.
Blaise saw me regard the bottle with interest and said, "Brought you something to drink, Draco thought you might need it and I have a bottle of vodka for my own entertainment"
"Vodka?" I asked
"Yes" he replied "A muggle drink I have grown very fond of, slightly strong but definitely worth it and not to mention that this one's particularly expensive, you should give it a try"
I wasn't about to gulp down anything that relates to those infantile and useless creatures.
I cocked an eyebrow at Blaise who just smirked his reply
"Since when have you been so fond of Muggle drinks?" I asked rather accusingly
I knew Blaise and he was just every bit of a muggle hater as I am, he hated anything that has to do with those vile creatures, but now I am not so certain.
"Relax Malfoy! I've been drinking this stuff since I landed on Potter's pad; I decided right away from my first taste that I dig it! Anyway, where can I find any magical drinks out there anyway? I needed some liquor in this body in order to live" he said matter of factly
Even Blaise's manner of speech seemed a little bit weirder than usual; maybe the Dark lord shouldn't have given him this task.
Blaise is sure to have an untimely death; he loved drinking so much he might as well kill himself off.
"So Malfoy, what do you say? Let's have a drink" he said
"Blaise, it's about 2 in the morning, I don't fancy a drink it might give me a headache tomorrow, you and I both know how much I detest hangovers" I started
It was almost true, but it wasn't quite there yet.
He looked at me as if he never saw me before then said absurdly, "You sound so gay, Draco. Listen to yourself! So what, nothing's ever stopped you before or are you just worried that you'll wake up having to face that little mudblood with a hangover? With all musky breath scent and slurred speech, afraid you might let something fatal slip?"
I don't even know why he said that, did he perhaps suspect and saw something in the acceptance hall a while ago, if he did, I am dead.
"Don't you even dare go there" I warned and gladly he didn't say more
"Malfoy. I know you don't 'fancy' drinking this late but I believe that you and I will need it, seriously I do" he said as he took a seat across from me"
I doubted very much if I will be needing it, but there was absolutely no point in arguing, Blaise would keep twisting everything until he got his way.
I sighed my defeat and nodded and so I conjured two crystal stemmed glasses right before us.
"What the hell do we need those for!" Blaise asked stupidly
I cocked my eyebrow at him and said, "Unlike you Blaise, I don't like the idea of drinking straight from that bottle"
I poured myself a drink and Blaise did the same, only his was the vodka.
"You know, muggles usually drink this with smaller glasses they call shots, it's rather fun to see especially when they do this thing called body shots—"
"Blaise!" I warned
I didn't want to hear anything that concerned muggles, especially since I am increasingly infuriated with one, a curious one in fact who doesn't know when to stop.
"What!" he said "I was just trying to make some small talk"
I sneered and said, "If I might recall, you weren't here for small talk, you said you were here for an important matter"
He took a sip from his drink and nodded, "Right, I'm sorry I forgot"
You better be sorry, I thought as I gritted my teeth
"Well, you see here Draco…this maid of yours; she hasn't sensed anything has she?"
Not about the mudblood again
"No, I think not, she would have told Palace if she had and Palace would tell me"
"That's exactly my point, Draco. Have you or have you not talked to your clown faced idiot of a maid? The other one I mean because the other one is pretty hot!" he hooted
White hot anger surged into my mind bursting images of the mudblood and him together in the couch a while ago.
I seethed as I recalled the thought, and I suddenly realized something….Was I jealous of what Blaise did? That somehow I claimed the mudblood as my own?
And that the reason for my current behavior is because of what Blaise did?
That I'm snapping and being cold to him, not because he thinks of muggle thing so much but rather because of what he did to Hermione?
Damn! I needed to digest this, but in a while, I need to finish this asinine talk first.
Because I can't even believe it firsthand, someone like me being jealous of a member of my coterie because he almost shagged my maid?
I needed a drink, so I poured myself a glass of Firewhiskey.
'That's it, Draco! Anyway, the Dark Lord suspects something is linking the both of them together and that whatever it is; you need to stop it, because if there's anything that is happening in Potter's lair…it's nothing good. It's something that's keeping Potter strong, if possible stronger, in fact he is getting somehow too strong that he killed off one of the deatheaters with just a glare, good thing the Dark Lord easily placed a halt on that…"
"Who was the one who was killed?"
"A fresh deatheater, who was initiated earlier this month, the Dark Lord didn't grieve for the loss, he didn't like that deatheater much anyway, but as he stated we are one deatheater short, so in replacement for the one that the fag killed, your father took off, that's the primary reason why it was so urgent you didn't know about it…"
I'm sensing that this is going to the subject I am avoiding.
"So you are saying that Potter is getting stronger because he has knowledge that his girlfriend is still alive?"
"Probably so, but the Dark Lord said it might be more than just that knowledge, it is something that connects the mudblood to him, but he doesn't know what it is, you have to find out what it is, Draco…"
Detective work again for me, I'm not even a deatheater yet and that creature is already ordering me around
"Why does he even suspect that!" I demanded
Blaise took a sip from his vodka and looked at me intently.
"You should have seen him, Draco…it's like he falls into a daze and he suddenly whispers the mudblood's name…he is getting stronger and the Dark Lord doesn't like that one bit…"
"Well, he should just kill him off then"
"You know very well he couldn't, he needs something from him…I need to take back what he has taken from me is what he always said, he probably needs to restore his youth" Blaise joked but I didn't find it funny
Blaise continued laughing and suddenly said, "In fact Draco, he suggested the mudblood's assassination, he ordered for it in fact because she is becoming more of a threat every single day, with Potter's knowledge that she is alive….that's the only thing he needs to know to keep him alive, she's becoming an intimidation the Dark Lord cannot handle and for that she must die…"
No, Hermione should not die…
"Blaise, is that why you are here? To tell me that I should kill Hermione?" I said
Blaise raised his brows at the sound of the mudblood's name and laughed, "Getting close and comfy aren't we Malfoy?"
I glared at him and he continued, "Basically yes, but I think that you wouldn't like to do that—"
I gave him a surprised look and he laughed, "You are a predictable man, Draco but anyway, all you have to do is find out at the very least what's linking them, destroy it and then you can keep her alive besides your father said that mudblood has becoming an asset he just couldn't dispose of her so he came up with a brilliant plan…"
"And that is?"
"To make Potter believe that his precious girlfriend is dead"
That didn't sound good, but it'll make new possibilities happen
If you know what I mean by that!
Once again, I'm gonna apologize for ending this SOOOOOOOOOO Abruptly, I repeat so abrupt! I'll agree to that but it seems like the best line to end with, a bit of a cliffhanger but not really….I don't know
I'm sorry, I've been a lousy author lately, not giving any updates for almost two months….So much has happened, I've suffered two consecutive heartbreaks sob and I've endured all the pain there is locked up inside of me.
And the more I get drunk the more I forget of what I am supposed to write, So guys I'm really sorry, I know it is sooooooooo short but it is the best I can give you, I can promise nothing as of now but I will try my best to make the next chapter eventful and love filled than this one.
Thanks and Ciao!