Sorry it took so long! It's been a hellish couple of months. Please enjoy.
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Chapter 4
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For a few more days at least, I was renewed in my fervor for blood. I practiced spells in that room day after day, for hours on end, skipping meals to practice more.
But that was soon squandered too, when she started in on my mind again. A look here, an inconspicuous wave there, all carefully done to avoid the questions of friends. Why she made such an effort to greet me or direct my attention, I didn't know. Far as the deal went, we were finished together. There was no need for further interaction. So why? It bothered me when she paid me attention. When she would do that, it felt like when Pansy petted me: I just wanted her to stop before she embarrassed herself and me. Stupid women. They just couldn't leave me alone.
One night, an owl tapped at my window. I took the letter from its foot, and recognized the writing immediately as my mother's.
Dearest
Draco, it said.
I must confess to you that I have
appointed your Professor Snape to be your guardian in this task
before you. Don't take it as a doubting of your abilities, but you
are still young and still my own. Know that I love you, Draco, and if
your father were here he would be proud of your courage. Please do
everything you can to come out of this—
I stopped reading and just glared into the textures of the parchment. She loves me? What the hell was that supposed to mean? And she dared mention my father actually feeling something toward me? What lies this woman could tell! A true Malfoy, for sure.
With that, I ripped up the rest of the letter without finishing it. Who cared what she had to say? No one cared for me, and just because I was saving her scrawny neck she had the nerve to thank me with lame fallacies like that. It infuriated me.
I went to the nearest tower, which was the South Tower, and opened the highest window and watched the white pieces of paper fall. It was dark out so I couldn't see where they landed, but I hadn't stuck around to see that anyway. I sat on a bench near the tower window, and sat emotionless as I felt the cold breeze sweep my cloak.
But then I was saddened. I did feel pitiful, without a person left in the world who gave a real hoot about me. I was soon to become fully an evil man, though I didn't quite feel that inside yet. I loved my mother, and occasionally she had seemed to love me… but my father. There was no room for me in his heart. I had always wanted to be just like him, and one choice was left before me to complete that dream. I leaned my head against the wall, and closed my eyes so I wouldn't let tears escape them. It was all starting to wear on me, the stress of it all. I knew I had to do this soon; the end of the year would be here before I knew it, but a million different things held me back, and a million things pulled me forward, so at that moment, I was at a complete standstill of what side I was leaning to.
I didn't realize I fell asleep, but the next thing I knew Pansy was shaking me awake.
"Malfoy!"
I rubbed my eyes and shoved her hand away from me.
"I've been looking all over for you, you bloody lout," she explained. "Get up, before Snape comes looking for you too."
So I followed her back to the Slytherin dungeons, looking and feeling like a complete mess. She took the liberty of smoothing my hair down and straightening my collar.
"You look sad. Care for a little pick me up?" she offered me, in a low and sultry voice. I didn't answer, just grabbed her face and snogged her vigorously for a very long time. I found it didn't help me like it used to. Perhaps it just needed another notch up. So I pulled at her robes, helping her take it off, as a few other Slytherins left the room in disgust.
"Oh, Malfoy," she said between breaths. "I've waited a long while for this."
It still wasn't helping. She started on my robes next, and as she pulled them down my shoulders, I thought of my bared forearm. She would certainly notice the mark if I didn't stop soon, but I couldn't. It had to work first… She had to make me feel better…
Then I felt a hand in my hair, and it gripped my locks and yanked my head backwards. Snape's face appeared above mine and he spoke in a commanding tone.
"Some other time, perhaps, Mr. Malfoy. To bed, both of you."
I shoved Pansy away then. Stupid git. She wasn't doing the trick for me anyway. Snape put my robe around my shoulders and made sure to keep my mark covered.
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