Desperate for warmth
POV: Draco Malfoy
I woke sometime later, and I was laying on one of the leather couches in the Slytherin common room. I felt something warm and cozy pressed against my back, and for a while, I was reluctant to move. I rolled over, snuggling deeper into the comforting warmth.
I drifted slowly into sleep again, dreaming that I was in my mother's arms, and that she was holding me gently and keeping me safe. I even could swear I felt her lips against my forehead. After a while, I woke up again. I made a small sound of annoyance. I just wanted to sleep. I snuggled closer to the warmth again.
However, when I felt the thing move beside me, I felt like I needed to know who I was snuggling with. I opened my eyes to s…Read more >
Angels and demons
POV: Draco Malfoy
Several weeks past by without any significant incidents. It was close to the end of the day, after all of our classes were over.
Falin and I rarely spoke to each other anymore. And on the rare chance we crossed paths, we avoided eye contact at all costs. I was perfectly content, as I had no intentions of being friends with the insufferably morbid boy. He reminded me too much of pain, as if the life had been beaten out of him, and that was why his eyes were always so dark and soulless. I hated it.
I stared up at professor Binns as he stuttered on about something from the Goblin wars or something. Stuff I found to be useless. I felt something light tap my hands. I looked down to see that a note had…Read more >
My secret son
POV: Falin Cerenbus
I walked silently through the crowded halls, squeezing through people, avoiding eye contact at all costs and body contact even more so. I stopped in front of my father's office, knowing he was in there, waiting for me. I raised a shaking hand and pushed open the door, walking in.
"Father?" I asked quietly, stepping into the dimly lit office and waiting for my eyes to adjust. When they did, I saw my father sitting at his desk, working on something, his black clothing blending well with the darkness. He stared at me, with the same black eyes that were my own.
"Don't just stand there, boy. Come in." He told me, looking back down at his papers as though they were more important than I was. I hurriedly…Read more >
To see who cares
POV: Ron Weasley
"We haven't seen, or heard anything about him all week. Professor Dumbledore only announced that a student poisoned another student, and that the one was expelled, and the other didn't die, I want to go see him!" Hermione had been harping on us about Draco all day.
I rolled my eyes. "What is it with you and Malfoy all of a sudden?" I cried.
She stared at me, looking horrified. "Have a heart, Ronald Weasley! The poor boy almost died." She told me.
I shook my head. "Yeah, like he'd care if you were in the same position. Admit it, Hermione. You know he wouldn't." I told her.
"He's right you know." Harry put in.
Hermione glared at both of us. "It doesn't matter what he's done. He's still a human being-"…Read more >
Chapter seven: Healing; Depression
POV: Draco Malfoy
I woke up slowly to a darkness that seemed to stretch over everything, dragging it down into the depths of despair and loneliness. I felt inexplicably depressed and weak. Indeed, I felt I hadn't the strength to even open my eyes.
A gnawing curiosity forced me to open my eyelids, though they were so heavy I couldn't keep them open for more than an instant. "He's awake!" I heard a very muffled voice say, as though it were under water. I tried to move, but I was so weak… it was impossible.
"Draco? Sweetie, are you awake? Can you hear me?" The same watery voice asked. I couldn't recognize it. I tried to open my eyes again, but I couldn't. I tried nodding, to let her know I could hear her, but I …Read more >