Drabble Part 2
I'm a bit amazed at how I can start something light and fluffy and end up with something kind of dark. Warnings include torture on this next bit. :\
And yes, I know I'm not a good writer, but these scenes are in my head so it feels good to get them out!
Draco made it home with only one snag, which was to find a blasted place to Apparate. Once at the Manor, he breathed a sigh of relief to be away from such insipid creatures and trudged up the steps to enter his home. As he pushed open the door, he called 'Elf!' in which a house elf immediately appeared in front of him and took the offensive box out of his hands.
'Oh master, what a wonderful contraption! You're such a good, good master to little Mibby!' she gushed, hugging the box to her small form. Draco gave her an exasperated look.
'Now no more talk about garnishing my sweets, understand?' he said. He wondered at what point in his life he became so soft, to buy a.. gift, he supposed, for a lowly house elf. Granted, a lot had changed in the past six years, and rights had been given to the least humane of creatures, but it didn't seem to affect Draco in the slightest. The moment he had offered clothes and wages to his house-elves, they had been so insulted and distraught he was forced through at least three days of burnt food. So he let it drop without comment.
Walking up the stairs to his office, he rubbed his neck and shoulder, which was sore. Down the hallway, he entered the office, which was decorated comfortably, but oddly sparse. Apart from the desk and the small sofa by the fireplace, there were no personal nicknacks, no frames gracing his desk apart from a small photo of his mother, looking regal in all her cool glory. He threw himself at the sofa with a groan, and covered his eyes with his hand.
In all the days of all the hours of all the sodding minutes, he had to run into little Ginny Weasley in the middle of a Muggle London department store. Ginny Weasley, who shouldn't be deemed worthy of a thought, had made a nasty appearance in his thoughts the past six years. She wasn't even that remarkable, except for that ruddy red hair that seemed to glow no matter how dim the lights may be. He could remember her charging through the school as part of that ridiculous club, the DA, practically begging to be snagged by the Carrows siblings for detention. Unfortunately, his concern was well placed, because he had to supervise quite a few of their detentions with the troublemakers.
Troublemakers seemed far too tame a word for what punishments they had unjustly earned. The Carrows were just too far gone to know anything about restraint, especially after living in Azkaban. So Draco was forced to stand, watch, sometimes even participate in the detentions, as all the Death Eater children had earned the right, the privilege of their blood, to learn how to bring justice to their world. Ironic how often Longbottom boy and Weasley girl seemed to make it to that office, with their blood purer than even the Carrows. Draco knew this as fact, for that past summer, faced with the dark choices he had made and the repercussions that had been brought with it, he had delved into the genealogy as a distraction. It made him far more aware of the 'purity' that many of the Death Eaters had, and disgusted him whenever people like the Carrows would show their dominance over him.
Watching the Weasley girl be forced to her knees in the dark classroom, her hair irrationally shone like a beacon. Her face, slightly battered, was collected and brave. It was only her eyes, those deep brown depths, that betrayed her fear. She was far too resolved and righteous to plead, and in that moment, Draco understood. There was an answer to this madness, but none that he would know how to apply, for it was far greater than him.
'Crucio!' Alecto Carrow had shrieked. Draco and his fellow bystanders watched in a fascinated horror as Ginny immediately toppled over, gritting her teeth against the pain, but to no avail. A few precious moments passed and Alecto had increased her fervor, angry at not being able to draw a reaction quicker from the girl. Draco had seen this many times before and had calloused himself to the pain filled wails, but the Weasley girl had a cry that seemed to pierce him to the core. After a few minutes of her writhing on the floor, face scrunched up in pain, Alecto finally dropped the curse.
Weasley moaned weakly on the floor as Amycus Carrow barked 'Crabbe!' who immediately stepped up from behind Draco to the front. Amycus started muttering in Vincent Crabbe's ear.
'Look, all you have to do is feel your rage, your intent, you desire to make her suffer. Her brother was in your year, and how often did he laugh at you, laugh with Potter, laugh at how stupid you were. How angry you were, yeah? 'Stupid Malfoys lackey' they called you, no? Yes, anger, so beautiful a sight... come now, Vincent, it isn't hard...'
Crabbe glared out towards the girl, holding his wand in his fist as if he was about to punch her just on principle. Draco was far more alarmed at the knowledge that Amycus possessed, knowing Crabbe and Goyle's place as 'Malfoys Goons'. To his credit, Draco's expression never changed, but he simply cataloged that thought for a later time. Crabbe seemed to be having a bit of difficulty casting the curse, which Draco was silently thankful for.
'Crucio! Crucio!' Crabbe started in a quiet tone, building up as he began to repeat himself. Amycus just cackled in his ear, muttering more and more of Potter and Weasley laughing at his stupidity. Then Ginny opened her eyes.
Her gaze had not lost it's resolve, but a silent plea seemed to emit from them. A quiet sorrow of the pain she had to endure as silent tears streaked down her cheeks. Draco felt a sudden stab of irrational desire to bundle her up, feed her some hot chocolate and cuddle with her in front of a fireplace until she felt better.
'CRUCIO!' Crabbe's mark had been found. Ginny shot back, muscles tensing as she tried to wiggle away from the pain, and Crabbe's studies seemed to expand as he cackled more and more at her growing cries. Amycus and Alecto were chuckling in their delight, and Draco noted, a few of his classmates were grinning.
Suddenly, she stopped writhing, and Crabbe wiped his brow. He didn't seem to realize how exerting it was to cast such a powerful and dark curse, for he raised his wand, his mouth opening to cast again when Alecto shot forward to smack the back of his head.
'That's enough. If we do much more, she won't be of any use. Dismissed!' she kicked Ginny in the ribs, adding, 'That will teach you from speaking back to me in class, now won't it, you dirty mudblood-lover. Get back to your dorm! Unless you would like to volunteer for more instruction...'
Ginny's body was shaking with phantom pains brought from the curse. She struggled to stand, but her body was unable to withstand her own weight, so she started to shuffle on her knees to the door. Draco wanted out of the room as soon as possible, feeling ill, but paused to let his classmates go ahead of him. He didn't want to look overly eager to leave and bring suspicion upon himself. Ginny was nearly to the door when Greg Goyle pushed her over with his foot. He spat on her upturned face, her expression raw with pain and defiance, as he growled at her.
'Don't go before your betters, mudblood lover.'
Her face, smeared with Goyle's spit and her tears, clouded. It was so sudden and dark, as if something had been twisted in her before, and Goyle had simply bent it into a shape that happened to prickle her. A look that promised pain and glory and fear. Draco was stunned by the beauty of it, awed at how she could emanate power with just a look, and make him fear for what she would do.
As he left the room, he grunted an excuse to his schoolmates (we were never friends) and walked briskly down the hall. He needed a quiet moment to think. A quiet moment to hide as he thought of her glorious and terrifying power.
The coward in him want to cower at her feet, roll on his back and submit. The Slytherin in him wanted to snatch her up and croon words in her ears to control her, with her power. The man in him wanted to possess her, take her and watch her writhe in passion and pain. The boy in him wanted to coddle her and protect her, the same way he tried (and failed, he thought with a wince) protecting his mother.
Logically, the girl possessing power made sense. The seventh child of a seventh child was a formidable thought, and the fact that she held the power of countless unborn females of her family only made it more apparent. It should have been good power though. Power that was made with a heart filled with love and joy - not fear or anger.
Something had taught Ginny Weasley to hate, and it had twisted her power into something much more terrifying.
And yes, I know I'm not a good writer, but these scenes are in my head so it feels good to get them out!
Draco made it home with only one snag, which was to find a blasted place to Apparate. Once at the Manor, he breathed a sigh of relief to be away from such insipid creatures and trudged up the steps to enter his home. As he pushed open the door, he called 'Elf!' in which a house elf immediately appeared in front of him and took the offensive box out of his hands.
'Oh master, what a wonderful contraption! You're such a good, good master to little Mibby!' she gushed, hugging the box to her small form. Draco gave her an exasperated look.
'Now no more talk about garnishing my sweets, understand?' he said. He wondered at what point in his life he became so soft, to buy a.. gift, he supposed, for a lowly house elf. Granted, a lot had changed in the past six years, and rights had been given to the least humane of creatures, but it didn't seem to affect Draco in the slightest. The moment he had offered clothes and wages to his house-elves, they had been so insulted and distraught he was forced through at least three days of burnt food. So he let it drop without comment.
Walking up the stairs to his office, he rubbed his neck and shoulder, which was sore. Down the hallway, he entered the office, which was decorated comfortably, but oddly sparse. Apart from the desk and the small sofa by the fireplace, there were no personal nicknacks, no frames gracing his desk apart from a small photo of his mother, looking regal in all her cool glory. He threw himself at the sofa with a groan, and covered his eyes with his hand.
In all the days of all the hours of all the sodding minutes, he had to run into little Ginny Weasley in the middle of a Muggle London department store. Ginny Weasley, who shouldn't be deemed worthy of a thought, had made a nasty appearance in his thoughts the past six years. She wasn't even that remarkable, except for that ruddy red hair that seemed to glow no matter how dim the lights may be. He could remember her charging through the school as part of that ridiculous club, the DA, practically begging to be snagged by the Carrows siblings for detention. Unfortunately, his concern was well placed, because he had to supervise quite a few of their detentions with the troublemakers.
Troublemakers seemed far too tame a word for what punishments they had unjustly earned. The Carrows were just too far gone to know anything about restraint, especially after living in Azkaban. So Draco was forced to stand, watch, sometimes even participate in the detentions, as all the Death Eater children had earned the right, the privilege of their blood, to learn how to bring justice to their world. Ironic how often Longbottom boy and Weasley girl seemed to make it to that office, with their blood purer than even the Carrows. Draco knew this as fact, for that past summer, faced with the dark choices he had made and the repercussions that had been brought with it, he had delved into the genealogy as a distraction. It made him far more aware of the 'purity' that many of the Death Eaters had, and disgusted him whenever people like the Carrows would show their dominance over him.
Watching the Weasley girl be forced to her knees in the dark classroom, her hair irrationally shone like a beacon. Her face, slightly battered, was collected and brave. It was only her eyes, those deep brown depths, that betrayed her fear. She was far too resolved and righteous to plead, and in that moment, Draco understood. There was an answer to this madness, but none that he would know how to apply, for it was far greater than him.
'Crucio!' Alecto Carrow had shrieked. Draco and his fellow bystanders watched in a fascinated horror as Ginny immediately toppled over, gritting her teeth against the pain, but to no avail. A few precious moments passed and Alecto had increased her fervor, angry at not being able to draw a reaction quicker from the girl. Draco had seen this many times before and had calloused himself to the pain filled wails, but the Weasley girl had a cry that seemed to pierce him to the core. After a few minutes of her writhing on the floor, face scrunched up in pain, Alecto finally dropped the curse.
Weasley moaned weakly on the floor as Amycus Carrow barked 'Crabbe!' who immediately stepped up from behind Draco to the front. Amycus started muttering in Vincent Crabbe's ear.
'Look, all you have to do is feel your rage, your intent, you desire to make her suffer. Her brother was in your year, and how often did he laugh at you, laugh with Potter, laugh at how stupid you were. How angry you were, yeah? 'Stupid Malfoys lackey' they called you, no? Yes, anger, so beautiful a sight... come now, Vincent, it isn't hard...'
Crabbe glared out towards the girl, holding his wand in his fist as if he was about to punch her just on principle. Draco was far more alarmed at the knowledge that Amycus possessed, knowing Crabbe and Goyle's place as 'Malfoys Goons'. To his credit, Draco's expression never changed, but he simply cataloged that thought for a later time. Crabbe seemed to be having a bit of difficulty casting the curse, which Draco was silently thankful for.
'Crucio! Crucio!' Crabbe started in a quiet tone, building up as he began to repeat himself. Amycus just cackled in his ear, muttering more and more of Potter and Weasley laughing at his stupidity. Then Ginny opened her eyes.
Her gaze had not lost it's resolve, but a silent plea seemed to emit from them. A quiet sorrow of the pain she had to endure as silent tears streaked down her cheeks. Draco felt a sudden stab of irrational desire to bundle her up, feed her some hot chocolate and cuddle with her in front of a fireplace until she felt better.
'CRUCIO!' Crabbe's mark had been found. Ginny shot back, muscles tensing as she tried to wiggle away from the pain, and Crabbe's studies seemed to expand as he cackled more and more at her growing cries. Amycus and Alecto were chuckling in their delight, and Draco noted, a few of his classmates were grinning.
Suddenly, she stopped writhing, and Crabbe wiped his brow. He didn't seem to realize how exerting it was to cast such a powerful and dark curse, for he raised his wand, his mouth opening to cast again when Alecto shot forward to smack the back of his head.
'That's enough. If we do much more, she won't be of any use. Dismissed!' she kicked Ginny in the ribs, adding, 'That will teach you from speaking back to me in class, now won't it, you dirty mudblood-lover. Get back to your dorm! Unless you would like to volunteer for more instruction...'
Ginny's body was shaking with phantom pains brought from the curse. She struggled to stand, but her body was unable to withstand her own weight, so she started to shuffle on her knees to the door. Draco wanted out of the room as soon as possible, feeling ill, but paused to let his classmates go ahead of him. He didn't want to look overly eager to leave and bring suspicion upon himself. Ginny was nearly to the door when Greg Goyle pushed her over with his foot. He spat on her upturned face, her expression raw with pain and defiance, as he growled at her.
'Don't go before your betters, mudblood lover.'
Her face, smeared with Goyle's spit and her tears, clouded. It was so sudden and dark, as if something had been twisted in her before, and Goyle had simply bent it into a shape that happened to prickle her. A look that promised pain and glory and fear. Draco was stunned by the beauty of it, awed at how she could emanate power with just a look, and make him fear for what she would do.
As he left the room, he grunted an excuse to his schoolmates (we were never friends) and walked briskly down the hall. He needed a quiet moment to think. A quiet moment to hide as he thought of her glorious and terrifying power.
The coward in him want to cower at her feet, roll on his back and submit. The Slytherin in him wanted to snatch her up and croon words in her ears to control her, with her power. The man in him wanted to possess her, take her and watch her writhe in passion and pain. The boy in him wanted to coddle her and protect her, the same way he tried (and failed, he thought with a wince) protecting his mother.
Logically, the girl possessing power made sense. The seventh child of a seventh child was a formidable thought, and the fact that she held the power of countless unborn females of her family only made it more apparent. It should have been good power though. Power that was made with a heart filled with love and joy - not fear or anger.
Something had taught Ginny Weasley to hate, and it had twisted her power into something much more terrifying.