(Untitled)

[platinum_viper]

He'd only returned home for a moment. Long enough to find the cages empty and his toys gone. Now he was in the basement of Malfoy Manor, hidden in the lab that years ago his Father had made for Severus. Pacing the smoothed stones, the walls just as worn smooth. The scent of herbs filled the air and he was mumbling, plotting and still near violently

Comments

[slytherins_loss]

She'd tried getting him to eat, but Draco had just glared at her and went back to mumbling.

She finally sighs, giving up on waiting for him to talk to her.

"I know who did it."

[platinum_viper]

"You know?" Spinning around, a brow arching. "I have my guess but you are so sure you know? Oh. Do tell, Miss Parkinson. Explain to me how you know this."

[slytherins_loss]

"Well, Mr Malfoy, maybe I'll just leave you to your bitching and go home." She glares at him as she stands, brushing some dust from her jeans. "As for what I know? Video surveillance, Draco. There are cameras on every floor of the building. Apparently that little whore of yours hasn't spent much time in the muggle world, and we know what a moron Krum is off the Quidditch field."

[platinum_viper]

Moving with a grace that lent creedance to the rumor that he carried veela blood, Draco had Pansy by the throat, forcing her back to the wall. "I would watch your mouth if I were you, my beloved.' Growling out the words, his lips inchs from hers, staring into her eyes.

"She is not my whore. She was a conquest, nothing more. And I am as clueless as they when it comes to the muggle world, so I would swallow that smug little attitude before I begin to wonder if you wouldn't be better of with some muggle bastard to cator to this little fetish of your for that which is non magical."