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Snakes and Secrets
The Drinking Contest Part 1
THE DRINKING CONTEST PART 1
Draco Malfoy ran sobbing into the Slytherin common room just as the clock struck 12 like some twisted fairy tale. Gone was the smugness, the haughty disposition. His eyes were red and his hair and robes were in disarray but he no longer cared about his appearance. It wouldn’t matter tomorrow anyway.
He collapsed onto his bed and silently cursed. He cursed his family, his friends, and his teachers. He cursed Death Eaters and Voldemort and he cursed out that blasted git Harry Potter and his friends for a good ten minutes. But he fell asleep cursing his life and himself for getting into that damned drinking contest in the 1st place.
2 hours earlier
Draco patrolled the hallways letting the light from his wand lead the way. He yawned. He was exhausted but he knew he would never sleep so he thought he would do something useful as a Prefect. Anything was better than nightmares.
He was in an empty corridor on the 7th floor with only a moth-eaten tapestry on its walls. It was bare, dull and quiet. Draco leaned on the wall below the tapestry and stared blankly at the bare wall across from him.
His mind wandered to everything really. It was a month into the school year and he was as tired as Hell. He hadn’t had a good night sleep in weeks. All he could think about was fire of all different colors and his mother-
“Don’t think about it.” He quietly hissed to himself. He thought of Quidditch. He thought of getting a pet cat. He always wanted one. Even if he hated Hagrid’s class he had a soft spot for cats. He had one when he was little…
9 year old, Draco kept his eyes shut tight keeping his promise not to peek. His mother had gotten him a gift telling him “You’ll need one when you go to school in a few years” He was sitting on the couch in the living room holding out his hands obediently. He was so excited he had a huge grin plastered on his face. Smiling his mother gently placed the squirming black kitten with a silver collar and bell into her son’s arms.
The boy opened his eyes. He held the kitten up to his face and looked into the wide green eyes. The kitten blinked, mewed softly and licked the shocked boy’s nose. Draco beamed and giggled holding the cat close. “Thank you mum!” His mother smiled fondly. “What are you going to call him?”
“Call him?” The idea hadn’t even crossed his mind. “Of course. The little thing has to have a name.” Draco’s face scrunched up in thought resembling somewhat like a fish or someone about to sneeze. Then he smiled like he’d found the answer to the most important thing in the world. At that time, it was.
In that moment Lucius Malfoy strode through the door. His eyes narrowed at the cat that was curled up in his son’s lap purring. He looked at his wife coldly. “What is that?”
Narcissa blinked. “A cat”
Lucius’s face flushed. “When I said get him a pet I meant an owl. Not a useless cat” He spat out the word like a curse. Narcissa put here hands on her hips. “He doesn’t need an owl anyway we already have one. Besides it’s better than a toad.”
Lucius scowled. He walked over to Draco. “May I see the cat?” Draco knew the tone of his voice was an order. His father picked up the kitten by the collar like it was going to explode.
Briskly he headed for the door to the rest of the Mansion. “Dad?” His father stopped but didn’t turn around. The kitten started to squirm and mew the belling jingling uncontrollably. Draco was always nervous around his father but he spoke anyway with a sinking feeling in his chest. “W-What are you d-doing with Shade?”
Draco never got an answer. His father walked out of the room and his mother couldn’t look him in the eye. He only ever saw his kitten Shade again once. Draco saw him weeks later when he was walking through an old wing of Malfoy Mansion. A little black kitten with wide green eyes and a silver collar and bell was sewn into an old family tapestry. Draco never went into that wing again…
And that’s when it struck him, hard. Sitting in Hogwarts while his father rotted in jail, his mother dead was when Draco truly-even if it was for just a moment- didn’t care if his father was killed or not. He deserved it.
Draco shook his head clearing it of thoughts but like with his sexuality the doubt was there. And it wasn’t going away any time soon.
A loud sneeze broke the silence.
© Copyright; 2011, PantherStrike All Rights Reserved
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Draco Malfoy ran sobbing into the Slytherin common room just as the clock struck 12 like some twisted fairy tale. Gone was the smugness, the haughty disposition. His eyes were red and his hair and robes were in disarray but he no longer cared about his appearance. It wouldn’t matter tomorrow anyway.
He collapsed onto his bed and silently cursed. He cursed his family, his friends, and his teachers. He cursed Death Eaters and Voldemort and he cursed out that blasted git Harry Potter and his friends for a good ten minutes. But he fell asleep cursing his life and himself for getting into that damned drinking contest in the 1st place.
2 hours earlier
Draco patrolled the hallways letting the light from his wand lead the way. He yawned. He was exhausted but he knew he would never sleep so he thought he would do something useful as a Prefect. Anything was better than nightmares.
He was in an empty corridor on the 7th floor with only a moth-eaten tapestry on its walls. It was bare, dull and quiet. Draco leaned on the wall below the tapestry and stared blankly at the bare wall across from him.
His mind wandered to everything really. It was a month into the school year and he was as tired as Hell. He hadn’t had a good night sleep in weeks. All he could think about was fire of all different colors and his mother-
“Don’t think about it.” He quietly hissed to himself. He thought of Quidditch. He thought of getting a pet cat. He always wanted one. Even if he hated Hagrid’s class he had a soft spot for cats. He had one when he was little…
9 year old, Draco kept his eyes shut tight keeping his promise not to peek. His mother had gotten him a gift telling him “You’ll need one when you go to school in a few years” He was sitting on the couch in the living room holding out his hands obediently. He was so excited he had a huge grin plastered on his face. Smiling his mother gently placed the squirming black kitten with a silver collar and bell into her son’s arms.
The boy opened his eyes. He held the kitten up to his face and looked into the wide green eyes. The kitten blinked, mewed softly and licked the shocked boy’s nose. Draco beamed and giggled holding the cat close. “Thank you mum!” His mother smiled fondly. “What are you going to call him?”
“Call him?” The idea hadn’t even crossed his mind. “Of course. The little thing has to have a name.” Draco’s face scrunched up in thought resembling somewhat like a fish or someone about to sneeze. Then he smiled like he’d found the answer to the most important thing in the world. At that time, it was.
In that moment Lucius Malfoy strode through the door. His eyes narrowed at the cat that was curled up in his son’s lap purring. He looked at his wife coldly. “What is that?”
Narcissa blinked. “A cat”
Lucius’s face flushed. “When I said get him a pet I meant an owl. Not a useless cat” He spat out the word like a curse. Narcissa put here hands on her hips. “He doesn’t need an owl anyway we already have one. Besides it’s better than a toad.”
Lucius scowled. He walked over to Draco. “May I see the cat?” Draco knew the tone of his voice was an order. His father picked up the kitten by the collar like it was going to explode.
Briskly he headed for the door to the rest of the Mansion. “Dad?” His father stopped but didn’t turn around. The kitten started to squirm and mew the belling jingling uncontrollably. Draco was always nervous around his father but he spoke anyway with a sinking feeling in his chest. “W-What are you d-doing with Shade?”
Draco never got an answer. His father walked out of the room and his mother couldn’t look him in the eye. He only ever saw his kitten Shade again once. Draco saw him weeks later when he was walking through an old wing of Malfoy Mansion. A little black kitten with wide green eyes and a silver collar and bell was sewn into an old family tapestry. Draco never went into that wing again…
And that’s when it struck him, hard. Sitting in Hogwarts while his father rotted in jail, his mother dead was when Draco truly-even if it was for just a moment- didn’t care if his father was killed or not. He deserved it.
Draco shook his head clearing it of thoughts but like with his sexuality the doubt was there. And it wasn’t going away any time soon.
A loud sneeze broke the silence.
© Copyright; 2011, PantherStrike All Rights Reserved
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Okay so! Moving along quite nicely here. I'm trying to crank out as much as i can becuase i'm gonna leave for Wyoming to a middle-of-no-where Ranch in a week which means no computers!And im not gonna be back.
FOR A MONTH!!!!
:( But i really love this story and another one which i'm going to post later. No not a Drarry.
Anyway his mother is dead and his father is a Bastard and Someone is spying on him! Dun dun dun... i have a feeling you can guess who it is anyway! and to all hardcore Harry Potter fans can anyone guess wat's on the 7th floor?