Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. If I did, I would be rolling in riches now!
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Author Notes: sixth chapter is up, so no further ado…
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Draco leaned back into his cushy leather chair, with his 4th glass of wine in hand, in his large study. He sat there petulantly. Earlier, he had owled Blaise Zabini demanding him to come over.
Blaise was the only person he trusted other than his mother, who was currently resting in her chambers.
"Limpy, I want another glass of wine," demanded Draco.
A tiny, limping old elf appeared looking scared. "Master, you've already had four glass of wine, don't you think.."
"no, I don't think I need you to tell me how many glasses of wine I've had, give me another one, and go iron your hands for questioning your master." Draco ordered.
The poor elf poured another glass of wine for Draco and disappeared to iron his hands.
Draco lifted the rim of the wine glass to his lips, took a sip and hurled the entire glass, wine and all, at the fireplace, in a fit of restlessness.
Two elves appeared in the study to clean the mess. "OUT" Draco barked. The elves didn't need to be told twice.
He was confused. He didn't know what he wanted, what he needed. He did not understand where he stood in life, and where he wanted to be. He couldn't figure out, for the life of him, why he felt incomplete and restless. He had money, power, women…. You name it, he had it. This was what he had wanted all his life. Now, he wasn't so sure.
The fireplace roared signaling the arrival of Blaise Zabini. The handsome, olive skinned half-Italian, of slighter build than Draco, walked out of the fireplace, dusting himself off soot. He had violet coloured iris.
"Hey mate, what was the emergency that you had to demand my generous presence?" Blaise asked good naturedly.
"Cut the crap, Blaise," Draco sulked.
Blaise took a moment to look around Draco's study and noticed how disarrayed it was. He saw the shattered wine glass and the stain on the expensive Persian carpets.
"What's got in such a foul mood?"
"Nothing. Everything, never you mind." was Draco's reply. Draco summoned an elf and ordered wine for Blaise.
"Okay.. Spill!"
"I went to the TDLR slave camp today, I need a few slaves. Picked up a few and they will be delivered in a weeks time."
"Is that all? Something has ruffled your feathers…"
"I met a few of our former school mates. There was Weasley, Finnegan loads more and granger."
"Granger… I thought she died in the war."
"No, that bitch survived." There was spite in Draco's voice.
"Are you glad for it?" Blaise asked a bit uncertainly.
"What are you on about? I wish she had died. Well, never mind, now I can do that."
Blaise gave him a disbelieving look. "So what has upset you so much?"
"Dunno, mate. I'm feeling restless.. I've a meeting with the dark lord tonight."
"Do you want to go?"
"Dunno"
"Why?"
"Dunno"
"Enough with the 'dunno'. I want a reply that is more than just 'dunno'."
"Okay."
"Draco, are you happy with your life? Glad that you have whatever you thought or think you wanted?"
"Honestly, I've no idea man… I've everything I've ever wanted. But, it not enough, there is something missing…"
"When was the last time you got laid?"
"Yesterday?"
"And who was the girl?"
"Some bimbo?"
"Its time you had a serious relationship, mate. You need someone to come home for."
"Well, I come home for my mum… isn't that enough? I'm not into serious relationship and stuff…. That's just not me."
"Give it a try once…"
"What about you, mate?"
"I'm on the look out for the Ms. Soul-mate."
"That's so sappy! Soul-mate… what's this nonsense?"
"Hmm… you won't understand it until you've met her.."
"Who is this her?"
"She will reveal herself in ample time."
"Whatever… so how is business?"
"Its going fine… what about you?"
"The dark lord wants me to go to France, to finish a deal with the minister there."
"So, when are you leaving?"
"Probably, after I've my slaves… I need someone to take care you mum."
"Okay… do you want to go?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No, I guess not."
Draco was lost in his thoughts… after a few minutes he asked, "how come you're never directly involved with the dark lord?"
"I don't want to be"
"How come, he lets you walk so freely?"
"I never was a death eater, Draco. The dark lord thought I wasn't strong enough. Well, good for me. I may not enjoy life, but at least I'm not regretting it."
"Whatever you say, mate."
"I need to be on my way, Draco. Convey my love to Mrs. Malfoy. I'll come over, tomorrow, for tea."
"Yeah, sure."
Blaise disappeared in emerald flames.
Draco swirled the remains of his wine, as he sat there thinking how life would've been if the light had won.
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Hermione walked into the camp undetected, thanks to Harry's invisibility cloak. The sun was setting. Her mood was considerably better since the walk back to the camp. She headed for her shack.
No one was around. Ginny and Parvati were already on their way to their next slave duty.
Hermione removed the cloak and tucked it under her dress. So much to do in such less time.
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"where have you been?" dean asked as she joined him and Seamus in cleaning dishes.
"around. What have you guys been doing?" Hermione asked. Seamus gave her a knowing look, but kept his silence for which Hermione was grateful.
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I know that I am updating after more than a year! I am sorry… I'll update much sooner from now on.. that's a promise.
This chap is too short… but I decided that something is better than nothing..
Until next time,
Love,
Azea!