Draco Intereferes...Yet Again
Denali did not show up at dinner. He did not come after dinner. It was midnight, and Denali still hasnot come back. My stomach was churning and grinding against the food I ate. I was feeling a bit nauseous. My heart was twisting. It hurt me internally that he would be so furious with me to just fly away and leave me.
I let out a shuddering breath. The blockade that I had so tediously built to keep my emotions in check was being brought down with fire. The fire of worry. It burned inside of me and it hurt. Oh, did it hurt.
I looked over at Dee only to find her sleeping. She did not seem too terribly worried at the lack of Denali's presence. I figured that that was the best form of action I should take. So, I moved to my bed and I laid down.
After twenty minutes of just laying there, I swiftly sat up. My mind was reeling with worry now. I stoop up and padded quietly over to my trunk. I rustled around looking for my tennis shoes. When my fingers resurfaced with them, I snatched a pair of socks and pulled them on. I slipped on my tennis shoes and grabbed my wand. I felt like a walk.
I closed my door with a soft click. I glided through the Common Room silently. I stepped through thedoorway and turned left. I did not know where I was going. I was just going. Left felt like a good place to begin. So, I just went with it.
I had taken a few paces when I felt myself get flattened against the wall. An arm was pressed acrossed my chest and a hand clamped down on my mouth prevented me from shouting.
"Don't go that way." a voice hissed in my ear, "Forget about the bloody bird." I felt the pressure on my chest lift. "Let's go back to the Common Room." The hand on my mouth was taken away.
"No." I replied firmly, "I want my 'bloody' bird."
"Tomorrow." came the short reply. The person grabbed my hand. "Let's go." I realized that Draco was the one jerking me around. I yanked my hand away.
"No, now. I want Denali, Draco." I leaned against the wall and folded my arms in front of my chest. I heard Draco let out an exasperated sigh.
"It has been a long day for both of us. Now let's go and sleep." he said. His tone reflected annoyance.
"How about you just mind your own business." I snapped. I was tired, but I wanted Denali more then I wanted sleep.
"Fine, but remember, you made me do this." he muttered. Before I could even think about what he said, I felt him throw me over his shoulder and my feet left the ground.
'Rat bastard.' I thought vehemently. Draco turned to the Common Room door with me still hitched over his shoulder. Since I was in no position to move much without hurting us both, I decided to relax. I could feel his muscles working against my abdomen. They were not straining, but I could
tell that I was not particularly light. I heard and felt his voice murmur the password. His deep voice sent soft vibrations through his body and they tickled my soft spots on my stomach. We walked in through the door. Well, I was carried in.
He strode over to the couch and unceremoniously dumped my onto it. It was dark and I was uncomfortable with not being able to see him while he moved around. I snapped my fingers and torches burst into flames along with the fireplace.
"What secrets doth thou hold, Mr. Malfoy?" I asked mysteriously. I was so tired that I had gone back to a habit that I had dropped many, many years ago. Draco shot an eyebrow up at my use of Elizabethan.
"'Tis not I that holdeth the secrets. The very walls doth hold them close." he responded smoothly.
"Sorry, it is an old habit." I said wearily, "I love Elizabethan so I had my great uncle teach me." A smile ghosted across my lips at the memories. The lessons I had with great uncle Albus were the ones I remember the most. Happy days, better times. The kind of times that he was striving for everyone.
"It's okay." he said as he sat down. He leaned back and laced his hand together behind his head and stared at the fire. "You're a mystery to me and the rest of the student body."
"Well good. As I should be." I replied, "Why? Is it because of the strange place I call home? Or my odd accent?"
"Both." he answered simply. I laughed quietly.
"Mostly everything I do is a front. I try to keep to my friends and myself as much as possible." I replied while staring at the fire, "I don't wear my feelings on my sleeves."
"I can see that." Draco replied, "Another thing that makes you qualified for Slytherin." he added with a gentle smile. That surprised me.
"How do you switch moods and expressions so well?" I asked curiously.
"Why do you keep a front up?" he asked smoothly.
"Touche" I said, "I know why I did what I did, but why did you learn to be a chameleon?"
"My father gave me a crash course one day. So, I taught myself to master my facial expressions." He slid a glance my way. He studied my face for a moment then continued staring at the fire. "I know about my past, but why did you build a wall to hide your feelings?" I chuckled softly.
"Stop copying me." I leaned back and I stretched my legs out. "Because, behind a wall, you don't have to show how you feel about what is going on around you. Behind a wall, you can be by yourself and no one will judge you. That-" I yawned, "-is why my friends and I built a wall."
"Getting tired?" Draco said with a raised eyebrow.
"Getting?" I answered, "I've been tired since my short nap this afternoon." I paused for half a beat. "I mean, yesterday afternoon."
"Are you always that technical?" Draco asked with his nose scrunched up a little. 'That looks sort of cute on him.' I thought before I could stop myself.
"Why yes, yes I am." I responded as I got up from the couch. "That is why I think that I should-" I stopped abruptly. All movement ceased. "Correction, we should go to sleep." I continued to move towards my bedroom.
"Miss Sownbinder, are you ordering me to bed?" Draco asked coyly, "Because if that may be the case, I might have to hex you to oblivion." I stopped right in front of my door. I could almost feel my bed, but he was challenging me. I never back down from a challenge.
"My, handing out threats like candy, are we?" I smiled to my door.
"You keep asking for more." he replied.
"On the contrary, I never asked for anything." I stated as I opened my door. "Now, I am going to bed." I stepped through and shut my door with a sharp snap that signaled finality.
*Draco Vision*
"My, handing out threats like candy, are we?" She replied with a smile in her voice. I felt my face mold into admiration.
"You keep asking for more." I felt myself grow in height with cleverness.
"On the contrary, I never asked for anything." She opened her door and my ego deflated faster than it took The Dark Lord to fall to a one-year-old baby. "Now, I am going to bed." and with that final note, she stepped through her door and closed it with a sharp snap.
I turned back to the fire only to realize that it had dwindled down to embers. I stared at the embers thoughtfully. Henria had matched me in wits. That amazed me. The Malfoy wit has always been unmatched. We were bred to be quick, biting and unmerciful. Yet, with all the warmth she had, she almost out witted me. Well, she did out wit me.
Henria could match anyone's smirk here. She could even out smirk me. She was more clever then I, yet, she had so many weaknesses. Her wall could fall with the snap of a finger and yet she was so, sturdy. Sturdy, yes. Although, she cared about so many people.
Her friends were her life the way she described them. The adoration she adds to her voice speaks volumes about her family, especially that great uncle of hers, and her owl. The way she excessively loves that owl. It baffles me how she does not realize that she could fall within two seconds.
I smiled at the thought of her and her owl. It confused yet fascinated me how anyone could have such a personal attachment to something like that. What makes someone love something like that? It is absurd. Animals smell and they leave their hair or feathers all over the place. Although, that blasted bird of hers did not smell as bad as the others. But he certainly was just as foul, if not even more foul then others. And far too smart for its own good.
I yawned quietly and got up. My body was screaming in protest at the movement. I could still feel the beating I received yesterday afternoon. My torso was stiff from the kick she delivered into my stomach. My neck was a bit achy from the punches to my face. I must thank her tomorrow for them.
I started walking to my room, but was stopped short when I heard a soft tapping on the Common Room door. I had the strong urge to ignore it, but figured it was important if it was at one o'clock in the morning. I turned on my heel and headed for the door.
I cracked the door open and saw three, oddly familiar, shadowy figures. One had hair that stuck up while the second one had bushy long hair. The third was fairly tall and lanky.
"Yes?" I drawled. I opened the door a little farther.
"Malfoy?" a deep voice responded. I recognized that voice.
"Go the hell away Potter." I growled angrily. I cannot believe I opened the door for them. The Golden Trio.
I started to close the door on Potter and his two cronies. A hand slapped against the door to prevent that. I figured it was either Potter or Weasley.
"Let us in." a female voice snarled dangerously, "We need to speak to someone." I realized that it was Granger's hand that was propping the door open.
"Professor McGonagall is down the and to the left." I drawled sarcastically, "Actually, I am sure Madam Pomfrey is in the hospital wing and although she might not be licensed to help the mentally ill, she may be of service." I felt a white-hot pain across my face. It took me a moment to figure what it was. Granger had smacked me, yet again.
"You smarmy bastard, let us in!" she growled.
Hermione threw her whole weight against the door and sent me stumbling backwards. I saw the door open and the three of them filed in, looking unpleasant. Although I had kept my feet underneath me, I was not happy about being thrown backwards again. Anger raged through my veins for a fleeting second before I cooled it down.
"Who do you want to talk to?" I asked through clenched teeth,
"Never you mind." Weasley snapped back at me. The three of them headed for the two different doors.
"I wouldn't disturb Sownbinder if I were you." I called out softly, "She did not have a good day."
"What did you do to her?" Harry asked with narrow eyes and an accusing tone.
"Nothing." I replied shortly, "I am going to go to bed. If you three want to camp out on the couch, feel free to do so." And with that, I walked briskly to my room.
I closed the door a little more loudly then necessary. I strode over to my wardrobe closet and pulled out some pajamas. I slipped off my clothes and pulled the pajamas onto my slim frame. When I laid down, I barely had time to pull the covers up before I slipped into a deep sleep.