Mindless Tears
By Black Dragon Lady
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Draco:
It's been a week since I've talked to Severus about him. Time is cruel when you want to know something about someone. It eats at you and you can't breathe till you know what it is. He's so distant to everyone but us Slytherins, kind of just stares at us with a longing look and then looks away from us. His friends are no help what so ever.
I think time has all to do with his mind. He's slowly breaking from the inside and it doesn't help that I want to know the truth.
Father once said that the secret to knowing another person's inner soul is look at thy self first and then compare it to theirs. I've used this on a lot of people already, my professors, other students and even Severus. It's not I don't need to do it to him but he's good at being evasive at that kind of thing.
I see him. He who makes my blood boils with annoyance of unanswered questions to mind. The sad lonely boy under the mask hides. Green eyes peer at you in to the soul that could only be there if you were alive. The raven colored untamed hair seemed much longer now but still not as long before. Lanky arms and legs are well built from long practices of Quidditch. He's probably stood at five nine or six foot. I stood at a height of six two. I tower over him and he seems unaffected by it.
His robes are new. Must have been a birthday gift as they clung to his body loosely. His face dismal to everything and stare as he walks slowly towards my friends and me. He a few steps behind the couple and they seemed not to notice it. They probably thought he was giving them space.
Not likely.
Ronald Weasley, my ever so much favorite person, walked into me and I glared down at him. He stood at five eight. Growth spurt stopped sooner then he had predicted.
"Watch it Weasel." I say with a sneer.
Ron growls at me with that ever so famous Weasley glare. I snort and my eyes move over to the sadden boy. He's not even paying attention. Good, I don't need to feel sorry for someone that doesn't pity others. The only thing I would pity him for is the friends he has.
"You should move out of the way for others Malfoy. It's common curtsy." He snaps at me.
I roll my eyes. "And that's something you would know. And if you didn't know I was standing here first. Carrot top."
I heard a giggle from somewhere. I gave a quick glance to the people behind me and they only smirked or snickered. Then I look over the red head's shoulder to see Harry Potter giggling at the commit I made about Carrot top. He no longer seemed to care about defending his friend. Good.
Weasley's face turned the color of his hair. How typical of him to blush that deep. What a loser. I'm sure he could do something else other than blush. Like hit me or come back with a witty commit. But then again he's not that articulate.
"Piss off Malfoy!"
Ahh, that was so lovely.
"Yes, well, I already went to the bathroom so you can use it now." I smirked as his face became uglier than it already was. I will never understand how that human girl would want a man like this one. Ahh, the mysteries of the human nature but right now I want to know the human nature of one Harry Potter.
I fist came flying and I caught it with ease. I held it tight and didn't loosen my grip. I was watching Potter for any change and there was none. He had returned to his empathic state. How nice. He will never be truly emotionless but he's breaking now. That look will come more often than not.
"Weasel, don't try to do something you know that you'll lose at." I say.
I shoved him into his girlfriend. They fell to the floor in an indecent way. Granger's skirt showed all to see and the Weasel had his face right between her legs. He was too shocked to move away and Granger blushed like a mad woman. She trembled with hate and embarrassment. It was quite comical.
Potter hadn't moved and his face stayed the same. It was a shock to hear his words and the whole hallway stopped at them.
"I'll meet you two in class. I'm sure you would like to fix yourselves right since I see you need some time alone."
That was harsh and I love the way it rolled over the whole hall and made the world frozen to time. He turned and walked in my direction. Weasel screamed something unethical with his mouth and then something about hitting me. But Potter just walked past me with that stone face. I felt a smirk cross my lips.
"Seems he understands that you two need some time alone. So, I'll be off too." I grinned at this and walked around them to get to my charms class. I laugh at the whole situation.
Another week has gone by and the conflict between the trio grew them apart to a ridiculous state. Impassive Potter always had something to say with those emotionless eyes and the couple became more hostile. Weasel had actually pulled out a wand and demanded a wizard's duel. Potter smirked and had said that it has come to this but no. the red head tried to curse him but Filch came by and gave Ron a month's detention for pointing a wand at another unarmed student in the hall.
Granger became wiry and had tried to talk to him during potions more than once. She got at least half months detention for it. It was funny to watch. And it felt good to see someone with such a high name fall into himself and become a Slytherin.
Walking down the hall to see Severus I thought of why I cared. I don't, or at least I shouldn't. It's strange to be even for me to watch Potter so much now. But what else can I do but see him crumble. We won't approach each other and I know we would never become friends because of the fact that he's in the lion's den and the snake pit is where I belong.
I say the password to let me in.
"Night of the Fallen."
The door swings open and I'm in the living room. It's the same as always. Black furniture with silver lining with a black marble fireplace. It was beautiful.
"Took a bit of time did you not."
I look over at the love seat to see my companion there with a goblet in his hand. He must have drunk a cup to help feed me tonight.
I nod and walk over to him. I sit in the seat next to him.
"I thought I would come later since you had to baby sit Granger in detention." I smiled as he smirked at that.
"Yes, well, she is a bit hard to break. I wonder what kind of torture she could handle." His smirk turned in to a grin and I smiled wider. It was beautiful but he wasn't the one meant for me. He felt it and so did I. it was what our bodies tell us but this is good for now. It kept us going.
"I'm sure you will think of something to make her cry during a session I'm sure of it."
"Ahh, yes I do hope so. Well, guess the headmaster has canceled the lessons I was to give Potter." His voice was annoyed. I was sure at the headmaster and not Potter. He said headmaster like the man was insignificant.
"Why?"
Severus shrugged and swallowed the last of his blood. "He told me the boy isn't ready. Which is bull since you need a passive mind for the lessons. I think he wants to monitor the boy more." The words flowed with grace but the meaning was that the old man was going to ask us for help.
"That arse. Not like I'm doing it already out of curiosity." I leaned my back into his chest and he placed an arm around my shoulders.
"Yes, well, he seems to want to know what side you are on as well."
I growled at this. "None! That arsehole doesn't get it does he."
He smiled and pulled my face to his. "You're emotional. You need to feed."
He pulls my face to his neck and I open my mouth. I open wide so I can latch on to his neck. I pierce the skin and feel the blood rush into my mouth. It floods my cavern and the only way to not choke on it is to swallow. And I do. I swallow the sweet nectar and feel it fall into my stomach then find my veins. It was so good that Severus had to pull me away so I can stop. His blood always was the best.
He got up to get the usual three bags and I slide to the floor on that oriental black rug I loved. I watched the fire with my eyes. I feel Severus sit next to me. The sound of plastic ripping and a heavy liquid splashing into a goblet, the smell of blood filled the air and I relaxed.
"So, what did you learn?"
To save ourselves from being thrown out of the castle we must do what the headmaster says. I will leave here in two years but Severus will stay. He must if he is to get the Dark mark off his left arm. I sigh out of frustration.
"He's becoming distant from his friends and I think he wants to be a Slytherin. He's laughing at my jokes when I tease Weasley. It's a strange to see it but I feel comforted that he is laughing again. He tends to keep quiet when he's at his house table and in class he pays attention and has some of the highest grades in all his classes."
I turn around to see Severus pour the second bag into his goblet. I sigh as I fall back on to the floor. I close my eyes trying to see deep green emeralds look at me with an intense passion. Passion that makes use to make my insides stir and twist with immense emotion that curves and flick. I want to stare down in to those eyes once more to see his soul. I wanted to watch his soul from his emeralds for such a long time and now I want to know what I'll see.
Plastic ripped and blood poured into a goblet. The sound of swallowing is heard and I turn over on my stomach to look up at my companion. I trust this man and he trust me but will I grow to appreciate what he has done for me. It's hard to tell now that I'm only sixteen.
"Draco, do you think this has anything to do with the death of Sirius Black? I mean the boy, as I heard from the Headmaster, is that he would give in weekly updates during summer. And he says they sounded morbid." Severus says as his onyx eyes stare into my ice grays.
I shrugged, not knowing the answer to that myself. "I have no clue. But I am getting the feeling that might be the case. Or maybe he's sick and tired of seeing people he cares for die. I know I would. Even after I lost the only thing that was a father figure to me I would kill myself."
A glare was directed at me and I shrugged and lay on my back to stare at the stone ceiling. I hear gold hitting stone and sounds of rustling cloth. Then a pair of black eyes was over my head. They were hard as stone.
"Do you really believe that my companion?"
I nodded and he sighs. He leans his forehead onto mine and I sigh. It was a time where we both wanted to be dead also. Life tore at us and kept beating our spirit but Harry Potter's spirit might have reached its limit. Only time will tell us. And when that time comes the sounds of the grief will be heard. The grief of the only thing that the world felt protect by. But time was always cruel to you. I can feel it in my blood. Time will stop soon and the world will tell us the fate of Harry Potter.
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A/N: Please Review for me. I am going to update every time after I update for Tears of Vampires. Each will be one after the other so I can keep the flow going. It'll be hard but I'll manger for you guys. Just keep me happy with your reviews!!
By Black Dragon Lady
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Draco:
It's been a week since I've talked to Severus about him. Time is cruel when you want to know something about someone. It eats at you and you can't breathe till you know what it is. He's so distant to everyone but us Slytherins, kind of just stares at us with a longing look and then looks away from us. His friends are no help what so ever.
I think time has all to do with his mind. He's slowly breaking from the inside and it doesn't help that I want to know the truth.
Father once said that the secret to knowing another person's inner soul is look at thy self first and then compare it to theirs. I've used this on a lot of people already, my professors, other students and even Severus. It's not I don't need to do it to him but he's good at being evasive at that kind of thing.
I see him. He who makes my blood boils with annoyance of unanswered questions to mind. The sad lonely boy under the mask hides. Green eyes peer at you in to the soul that could only be there if you were alive. The raven colored untamed hair seemed much longer now but still not as long before. Lanky arms and legs are well built from long practices of Quidditch. He's probably stood at five nine or six foot. I stood at a height of six two. I tower over him and he seems unaffected by it.
His robes are new. Must have been a birthday gift as they clung to his body loosely. His face dismal to everything and stare as he walks slowly towards my friends and me. He a few steps behind the couple and they seemed not to notice it. They probably thought he was giving them space.
Not likely.
Ronald Weasley, my ever so much favorite person, walked into me and I glared down at him. He stood at five eight. Growth spurt stopped sooner then he had predicted.
"Watch it Weasel." I say with a sneer.
Ron growls at me with that ever so famous Weasley glare. I snort and my eyes move over to the sadden boy. He's not even paying attention. Good, I don't need to feel sorry for someone that doesn't pity others. The only thing I would pity him for is the friends he has.
"You should move out of the way for others Malfoy. It's common curtsy." He snaps at me.
I roll my eyes. "And that's something you would know. And if you didn't know I was standing here first. Carrot top."
I heard a giggle from somewhere. I gave a quick glance to the people behind me and they only smirked or snickered. Then I look over the red head's shoulder to see Harry Potter giggling at the commit I made about Carrot top. He no longer seemed to care about defending his friend. Good.
Weasley's face turned the color of his hair. How typical of him to blush that deep. What a loser. I'm sure he could do something else other than blush. Like hit me or come back with a witty commit. But then again he's not that articulate.
"Piss off Malfoy!"
Ahh, that was so lovely.
"Yes, well, I already went to the bathroom so you can use it now." I smirked as his face became uglier than it already was. I will never understand how that human girl would want a man like this one. Ahh, the mysteries of the human nature but right now I want to know the human nature of one Harry Potter.
I fist came flying and I caught it with ease. I held it tight and didn't loosen my grip. I was watching Potter for any change and there was none. He had returned to his empathic state. How nice. He will never be truly emotionless but he's breaking now. That look will come more often than not.
"Weasel, don't try to do something you know that you'll lose at." I say.
I shoved him into his girlfriend. They fell to the floor in an indecent way. Granger's skirt showed all to see and the Weasel had his face right between her legs. He was too shocked to move away and Granger blushed like a mad woman. She trembled with hate and embarrassment. It was quite comical.
Potter hadn't moved and his face stayed the same. It was a shock to hear his words and the whole hallway stopped at them.
"I'll meet you two in class. I'm sure you would like to fix yourselves right since I see you need some time alone."
That was harsh and I love the way it rolled over the whole hall and made the world frozen to time. He turned and walked in my direction. Weasel screamed something unethical with his mouth and then something about hitting me. But Potter just walked past me with that stone face. I felt a smirk cross my lips.
"Seems he understands that you two need some time alone. So, I'll be off too." I grinned at this and walked around them to get to my charms class. I laugh at the whole situation.
Another week has gone by and the conflict between the trio grew them apart to a ridiculous state. Impassive Potter always had something to say with those emotionless eyes and the couple became more hostile. Weasel had actually pulled out a wand and demanded a wizard's duel. Potter smirked and had said that it has come to this but no. the red head tried to curse him but Filch came by and gave Ron a month's detention for pointing a wand at another unarmed student in the hall.
Granger became wiry and had tried to talk to him during potions more than once. She got at least half months detention for it. It was funny to watch. And it felt good to see someone with such a high name fall into himself and become a Slytherin.
Walking down the hall to see Severus I thought of why I cared. I don't, or at least I shouldn't. It's strange to be even for me to watch Potter so much now. But what else can I do but see him crumble. We won't approach each other and I know we would never become friends because of the fact that he's in the lion's den and the snake pit is where I belong.
I say the password to let me in.
"Night of the Fallen."
The door swings open and I'm in the living room. It's the same as always. Black furniture with silver lining with a black marble fireplace. It was beautiful.
"Took a bit of time did you not."
I look over at the love seat to see my companion there with a goblet in his hand. He must have drunk a cup to help feed me tonight.
I nod and walk over to him. I sit in the seat next to him.
"I thought I would come later since you had to baby sit Granger in detention." I smiled as he smirked at that.
"Yes, well, she is a bit hard to break. I wonder what kind of torture she could handle." His smirk turned in to a grin and I smiled wider. It was beautiful but he wasn't the one meant for me. He felt it and so did I. it was what our bodies tell us but this is good for now. It kept us going.
"I'm sure you will think of something to make her cry during a session I'm sure of it."
"Ahh, yes I do hope so. Well, guess the headmaster has canceled the lessons I was to give Potter." His voice was annoyed. I was sure at the headmaster and not Potter. He said headmaster like the man was insignificant.
"Why?"
Severus shrugged and swallowed the last of his blood. "He told me the boy isn't ready. Which is bull since you need a passive mind for the lessons. I think he wants to monitor the boy more." The words flowed with grace but the meaning was that the old man was going to ask us for help.
"That arse. Not like I'm doing it already out of curiosity." I leaned my back into his chest and he placed an arm around my shoulders.
"Yes, well, he seems to want to know what side you are on as well."
I growled at this. "None! That arsehole doesn't get it does he."
He smiled and pulled my face to his. "You're emotional. You need to feed."
He pulls my face to his neck and I open my mouth. I open wide so I can latch on to his neck. I pierce the skin and feel the blood rush into my mouth. It floods my cavern and the only way to not choke on it is to swallow. And I do. I swallow the sweet nectar and feel it fall into my stomach then find my veins. It was so good that Severus had to pull me away so I can stop. His blood always was the best.
He got up to get the usual three bags and I slide to the floor on that oriental black rug I loved. I watched the fire with my eyes. I feel Severus sit next to me. The sound of plastic ripping and a heavy liquid splashing into a goblet, the smell of blood filled the air and I relaxed.
"So, what did you learn?"
To save ourselves from being thrown out of the castle we must do what the headmaster says. I will leave here in two years but Severus will stay. He must if he is to get the Dark mark off his left arm. I sigh out of frustration.
"He's becoming distant from his friends and I think he wants to be a Slytherin. He's laughing at my jokes when I tease Weasley. It's a strange to see it but I feel comforted that he is laughing again. He tends to keep quiet when he's at his house table and in class he pays attention and has some of the highest grades in all his classes."
I turn around to see Severus pour the second bag into his goblet. I sigh as I fall back on to the floor. I close my eyes trying to see deep green emeralds look at me with an intense passion. Passion that makes use to make my insides stir and twist with immense emotion that curves and flick. I want to stare down in to those eyes once more to see his soul. I wanted to watch his soul from his emeralds for such a long time and now I want to know what I'll see.
Plastic ripped and blood poured into a goblet. The sound of swallowing is heard and I turn over on my stomach to look up at my companion. I trust this man and he trust me but will I grow to appreciate what he has done for me. It's hard to tell now that I'm only sixteen.
"Draco, do you think this has anything to do with the death of Sirius Black? I mean the boy, as I heard from the Headmaster, is that he would give in weekly updates during summer. And he says they sounded morbid." Severus says as his onyx eyes stare into my ice grays.
I shrugged, not knowing the answer to that myself. "I have no clue. But I am getting the feeling that might be the case. Or maybe he's sick and tired of seeing people he cares for die. I know I would. Even after I lost the only thing that was a father figure to me I would kill myself."
A glare was directed at me and I shrugged and lay on my back to stare at the stone ceiling. I hear gold hitting stone and sounds of rustling cloth. Then a pair of black eyes was over my head. They were hard as stone.
"Do you really believe that my companion?"
I nodded and he sighs. He leans his forehead onto mine and I sigh. It was a time where we both wanted to be dead also. Life tore at us and kept beating our spirit but Harry Potter's spirit might have reached its limit. Only time will tell us. And when that time comes the sounds of the grief will be heard. The grief of the only thing that the world felt protect by. But time was always cruel to you. I can feel it in my blood. Time will stop soon and the world will tell us the fate of Harry Potter.
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A/N: Please Review for me. I am going to update every time after I update for Tears of Vampires. Each will be one after the other so I can keep the flow going. It'll be hard but I'll manger for you guys. Just keep me happy with your reviews!!