A Mockery For Your Delight
Chapter Seven—
Point of View: Third Person
Location: Hogwarts
Rayne was pretty sure her life was looking up. Malfoy was (inconspicuously, of course) spending more and more time around her, and the way he kept doing unexpectedly sweet, non-Malfoyish things made her heart flutter like a metaphorical bird. He was nice to her, but kept his distance. None of the super-duper-hormone-fests happened like before.
Things were going so great, in fact, that it was about time to start screwing things up again.
Location: Malfoy's Super Sexy Private Slytherin Room
Draco's (icy) gray eyes were blank but intense as he paced back and forth in front of his king-sized bed. And then, because apparently even Malfoys have these, a shoulder angel appeared next to one of his ears and a shoulder devil next to the other.
"That girl is good for you," Mini-Malfoy-in-a-White-Dress said primly, strumming out a few notes on a little golden harp.
"Dude. She's hot. You should totally bang her," Mini-Malfoy-in-Awesome-Biker-Clothes enthused.
"Hmmph. I was talking about how, since she came along, you actually have a shoulder angel, Draco. Not just that…" the angel waved his hand at the Biker Malfoy. "…Creature."
"Just think," the shoulder devil leaned familiarly against Big Malfoy's earlobe. "Once you get her married to you, you can do… all sorts of things~" The sentence ended in just the sort of seductive purr that Malfoys were famous for.
"Oh!" Drag Princess Malfoy gasped and shot a glare over at the shoulder devil. "Please! Draco, you know it's not nice to force women into things like this! It's sexist and chauvinistic, no matter how dumb or oblivious the girl is. You know it'll end badly, and once your father gets the—"
Big Malfoy groaned and flopped down on his bed, severely jostling both of his miniatures.
"I know, I know," he mumbled. "Neither of you two are helping!"
"Come on, stud." Biker Malfoy looked thoroughly disgusted. "You're getting all.. all… namby-pamby! Next thing you know, you'll be singing hymns and wearing a coat hanger halo like that pansy over there!"
"Excuse me?" Good Mini shrieked. "It may be against the heavenly laws, but I—I—I'll kick your ass!"
"You wanna go, huh? Fine! I'm riiiight here!" Bad Mini swooped over in front of the shoulder angel, holding his arms out wide. "Let's see if you can take me, pretty boy!"
With another shriek, the angel threw himself at the devil, and a small battle ensued. Of course, Biker Malfoy won hands down as Big Malfoy just looked on disinterestedly. The poor angel ended up tied up tight with his own sash, completely at the devil's mercy.
"Now…" Bad Mini leered down at the helpless angel. "What shall I do with you~?"
"N—No!" Good Mini whimpered. "Not again!"
But it was too late. The last Big Malfoy saw of them, the devil had conjured up a bed and a whole lot of bondage items, and the angel was crying prettily and struggling. Then the real Malfoy closed his eyes and willed them to disappear.
And, after a moment's more of hearing part of himself moan and another part of himself start to talk dirty, there was silence in Malfoy's Super Sexy Private Slytherin Room.
"What am I going to do?" he asked softly.
The room didn't answer.
Somewhere in Hogwarts
Rayne wasn't feeling well. She was achy, her head hurt, and she kept getting dizzy when she stood up. Of course, because the following would be ungraceful and annoying she did not have a runny nose or nausea or anything like that. Really, her illness only made her vulnerable to hormones. Er, plot advancement.
She was sick.
But, being the sort of heroine that she was, she did her best to brave on through the day. What happens next may be semi-predictable.
The slightly emo-looking girl leaned heavily against a wall, wishing her vision wasn't blurring like it was.
Come on, she told herself. It's the end of the day… just make it back to the common room and fall asleep so you can be all withdrawn and masochistic again tomorrow, like normal.
But her body wasn't really listening, because bodies are jerks that way. She was tired, dammit!
Yeah… tired… maybe I'll just… fall asleep standing up… because people do that all the time…
Her sight slowly dimmed and grew dark, then went black.
And, of course, no one noticed. Except for…
0000000
"Mmn…." She stirred but didn't open her eyes.
She was sure she was dreaming… the dream was warm and soft and smelled kind of nice. Just a tiny bit like some expensive cologne, some sort of nice shampoo—vanilla, or something—and it was all very comforting. And comfortable.
This was nice, though. The dream wasn't fading away…
So….. does this mean…. It's not a dream…?
It was then that she decided to open her eyes. And it was then that she became fully aware of where, exactly, she was. And with whom.
"M—Malfoy…?" she mumbled confusedly, starting to sit up. The arm he had around her tightened, and she fell back against what apparently was his chest.
"Shh…" the Slytherin purred like a big cold cat. "You're still feverish. You were having chills earlier, you know."
"What…" Rayne trailed off. "Where am—where are we?"
Draco chuckled.
"My room."
"What?" she shrieked, starting to struggle weakly against him. "Are you—no, no, this isn't right, shouldn't be here—"
Suddenly Malfoy wasn't beside her, but on top of her. He pinned her wrists up above her head in one smooth movement and leaned down so they were almost nose to nose. And, also suddenly, she was wide awake and felt more alert than she'd been in a long time.
"It's fiiiine," he soothed, smirking sweetly (if that's possible). "You should relax…"
He leaned down and nuzzled her neck, making her shiver.
"C—can't relax when you're—" she stuttered, trying to squirm away from him.
He pulled back to look her in the eye, no longer playful. "I'm a liar."
She stared up at him, now thoroughly confused. Because she's a dunce and Draco is secretly a drama-queen.
"And what do you think you can do about it?" he stared down at her.
"I—I don't… I don't think I can do anything," she said finally. "It's… your choice, whether to tell the truth or not."
He glanced away, biting his lip.
"I… see."
He pulled away from her abruptly, moving over to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Would you hate me if I told you the truth?"
Now she was irritated.
"How am I supposed to know?" she demanded, sitting up and crawling over beside him. "I don't know whatever—whatever truth this is you're talking about all of a sudden!"
He cringed—actually cringed away from her.
"I'm sorry," he managed.
"What, so now you're not going to tell me?" she snapped, making a sudden shift to Assertive Kickass Rayne. "You can't do that to people, you idiot."
Kickass Rayne didn't care if Draco would take this badly later. At the moment, all she was trying to do was get him out of this sudden pity party he was throwing. Because it was really irritating.
"If you want to tell me something, do it now. Because—Because otherwise I'm getting the hell out of here." She told him.
Slowly, Malfoy turned to face her.
"You know… my father…" he began slowly. "He's a ruthless man. And… he's also your godfather. See, your parents—before they died, they were very powerful wizards… and close to my father."
Ah, Normal Rayne thought. At last, my questions will be answered, even though I wasn't really asking questions to begin with because, really, I'm a bit of a twit.
"Your parents were very rich, and collected a lot of valuable artifacts. They left all of them to my father in their will… all but one, the most valuable and mysterious. And they told my father… he didn't explain it all to me, but they said something very cryptic about you 'being the key'. Soon after that, they were killed by a wizarding cult in Australia while on a business trip."
That doesn't sound unlikely at all, Rayne thought sadly.
"After that, my father was obsessed with finding you. But… your parents… didn't want you to be found. They'd made sure you were well protected, so for the longest time you were a mystery to us. Then…" he smiled a little. "He found you, purely by chance. And, by his reasoning, the way to make sure that he could somehow get the artifact wasn't just to invite you to live in our home, but to also…"
He cleared his throat.
"Marry me."
Rayne glowered at him.
"Excuse me?"
End of Chapter Seven.