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Chapter 3: Traitor, Traitor in the Hall
Even after the month spent here something big still bothered me. Why was Draco Malfoy with the Gryffindors? I was positive Malfoy hated Potter. What could have changed while I was away? I wanted to know. Something inside of me needed to know. Draco Malfoy had become a shell of his former self. I had barley heard him speak ten words since our arrival, but then again I was avoiding our little reunion with the remainders of the Golden Trio.
My thoughts drifted to Potter, had he told the others? I was positive Harry knew who I was after our little staring contest in the Great Hall the night of the sorting. The others acted no different towards me, barley sparing me more then a word or two if needed, but then again I did not come to socialize with them. I was here for one reason and it was not to have a bloody tea party with the Gryffindors and rouge Slytherin.
I was here to destroy someone and that someone was going to perish before me and Blaise left this school forever. My thoughts drifted back to Malfoy, as I looked up at him across the hall. Figures, he would sit the Gryffindors. Maybe he wasn't wanted by the Slytherins but what could have caused this change? Well besides the obvious fact that he was in bed with the Gryffindors.
I looked over to Pansy Parkinson. She disgusted me but if anyone knew it would be her. I stood up and began my walk to her. It was rather difficult for me not to vomit. She smelled horrible. I gagged a little bit inside my mouth. Her blood smelled of toxins, toxins that came from drugs. I smelled this scent a lot when hurting in the streets, the smell usually came from the whores walking them. Figures, Parkinson would be a druggie. I shook my head, this girl was completely repulsive. I would get the information then leave immediately.
"Parkinson!" I barked at her and she turned to me quickly.
"Who do you think…?" She began but trailed off at seeing me give her a raised eyebrow. "Oh Volturi, I didn't know it was you. Excuse me." I smirked smug. Good, she knew her place here.
"I need to ask you something. I want nothing but the truth and then speak of this to no one!" I ordered and she nodded. "Why is Malfoy all buddy buddy with Potter and the Gryffindors?"
Parkinson eyes lit up then faded again at the mention of Malfoy. They turned dark and then her head flew down. She began to shake her head and stood abruptly. She started to hurry out of the Great Hall, I let her leave there was nothing I could do to her in front of so many witnesses. When the doors slammed behind her many eyes glazed over to me, but they didn't matter to me. Well only one set truly drew my attention and the stormy gray eyes looked away when my eyes locked with his.
Interesting. Malfoy backing down a glaring contest? This was not the Malfoy I knew, this new Malfoy seemed weak, vulnerable, and withdrawn. I could hear his heart beating from over here. He looked up and casted his head back down when he realize I was still looking him over. His heart sped up, beating quicker than before. Scared Malfoy? I smirked, this would be interesting.
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I caught up with Parkinson half way to the common room. She was crying but that didn't stop me from forcing her into a deserted room and against a wall. She whimpered as her back collided with the stone wall but I did not loosen my hold on her.
"I asked you a question Parkinson and I expected an answer!" I demanded pushing my forearm into her throat. She began to choke and push against me. I laughed there was no way she was going to move me.
"I can't breathe..." She chocked out. "Please...Let me go." She begged and I being merciful obliged, removing my forearm from her neck and giving her a little space. She began to rub her throat. I could hear her lunges spreading as the air filled them. Trivial things like breathing would never stop me or anyone of my kind.
"Now! Answer my question. I don't want to be forced to hurt you." I taunted her; really I was secretly hoping she refused, giving me a reason to 'play' with her. The things I could do to her and the screams that would escape her as I feed from her but that would never escape the room. Yes, it was tempting until I inhaled her scent again, and had to choke back my disgust. Never mind, I take back the feeding part but she could lie there bleeding at my feet for all I cared.
"He is a traitor!" she screamed to me. Traitor? I figured that much. I needed details! I grabbed at her neck forcing her to the wall again.
"Pansy Darling I need details..." I said as sweetly as I could but the sourness of my voice rang through. Again she nodded to my request and I released her.
"He was supposed to kill Dumbledore! It was easy enough and the night when all the Deatheaters were in place and Dumbledore unarmed…Draco turned on us." Parkinson spat at this and then continued " He accioed Dumbledore's wand to him and then threw it to the old man and together with Potter, and Snape, he and Dumbledore defended the Deatheaters."
Ah, so Malfoy was a traitor in the war too. Turning on his own kind and siding with the opposing side. I would never do such a thing. I would die the true death before betraying my brother and our coven.
"So now he spends his time with Potter and his gang. He rarely is ever seen alone or in the Slytherin common room. I think Dumbledore is protecting him. Making him head boy so he won't have to sleep in the Slytherins' commons." She continued but I halted her with a hand.
"That's all Parkinson. You were very useful." I told her and waved her off. "Remember, tell no one! And the next time I ask you something, try not to make me force my hand."
"Yes, Miss Volturi. It won't happen again." she replied leaving the room.
With Parkinson's new found information, one thing was certain. I would have to have a talk with a certain traitor.