Story title: Memoirs of a lost soul

Author: Yukaya

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the main character and certain parts of the plot, not everything. All the rest belongs to JK Rowling and the editors/publishers/etc of the Harry Potter series.

Pairings: Irmada/Draco

Summary: We all know what happens to the trio in all seven books. Now, how about a look at what it felt like to be the "bad guys" having love issues…

Author's note: Well, here's another chapter ^_^. I wrote this at one in the morning, so it might not be as good as the past chapters but I was inspired so I wrote it anyways ^_^ lol. Enjoy your reading !

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Chapter 6: Scolding

"What on earth happened?" my mother screamed in my face as soon as the main entrance of our home was tightly closed behind us, keeping our voices safely locked inside the house.

"Mother, I have absolutely no idea what you're talk-" I started.

"Don't you fool around with me, young lady, I know an angry couple when I see one!" she cut in.

"Olivia, please…" my father tried to calm her down but in vain.

"Don't start, Armando, you saw the looks on the Malfoys' faces just as well as I did" she said, holding a finger up at my father like a mother scolding a child who wouldn't listen.

"Olivia, that's enough!" he replied, his voice rising. Despite the obvious control she had over my father at some moments, my mother wouldn't dare to contradict him at this stage of any conversation. She knew her limits well. Especially since… but the trail of thought I was following disappeared as my father brought me back to reality. "Irmanda, what in the name of the heavens happened back there between you and Draco Malfoy?"

It was the same question my mother had shouted at me just seconds earlier but, coming from my father and his calm attitude – which surprised me, seeing that he was usually even more static than my mother was – I was able to respond:

"I'm not really sure, actually" I replied in earnest. "I was searching for him when I met his cousin, Derek…" my parents glanced at each other nervously "…and then he came and told him to leave." Their expressions relaxed slightly. "Then we walked around for a while – he showed me the gardens and a very strange and dark room. Then we came back to the main hall. Nothing happened, really…"

"What's that about a room?" asked my father, eyeing me anxiously.

"Well, we went into this room on the third floor…" I had trouble concentrating due to both overly-interested pairs of eyes settled on my face. "It was very dimly lit, with only a few candles on the desk and window sill. There was a table cloth on the desk. It was somewhat enchanting. I didn't even see him move while I contemplated the satin and velvet. Then his expression turned from hopeful to sad and we left without addressing another word to each other. I asked him for explanations but he refused to give me any whatsoever, insisting it didn't matter. He seemed reluctant to leave. I tried to understand, I truly did, but he refused to tell me anything about that room. It was somewhat frustrating."

I said the last sentence to myself, knowing only too well the infuriating impact it would have on my mother if I dared speak it any louder. I stared at the floor, waiting for my father to pass any sort of judgment on my behavior, tell me I was wrong at best or beat me until I passed out from the pain at the worst. I waited as my father digested my words soundlessly. Then, he stood from the chair he was seated in and walked towards the corridor leading to his study. My mother called out for him but he just ignored her, saying he needed time to think the situation through. I guessed that meant the worst was yet to come but at least I would have time to prepare for it when it did. I excused myself from the entrance hall and slipped away, back to my bedroom, the only place I could find some peace of mind. I tried to figure out what was so wrong with what I had done with Draco but I found the problem was maybe not what I had done but what I hadn't. That seemed logical to me and, as I crept onto my king-sized bed, I lost my consciousness to exhaustion and memories of the dark room filling me up like fire. A new nightmare was beginning.

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There you go ^_^. See you all for the next chapter ;)