Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the world, or anything else. :: sniffs at her lack of stuff ::
A/N: :: hides behind the couch :: don't kill me for this, but I had to give Draco some sort of a companion. I don't think that he would talk to Crabbe, Goyle, or Pansy much. So hence my ever fun fall back of Laurel has come forth. There is a bit of stuff going on between the two, but it isn't serious, and I have plans for her later :: smirks :: And she will NOT be a Mary Sue. Also, haven't forgotten about Ginny's journal or reminiscing, I just had to get some Draco in here, but don't worry, the story is still Ginny-centric. Thank you to all my reviewers, they're everywhere and I don't have the names handy to write them in. but thank you! :: starts handing out pippin plushies cause he sang in LOTR:ROTK ::
Chapter 4
The inner workings of a Malfoy
Draco Malfoy strolled into the Slytherin common room humming a nameless tune. He sneered at all the first and second years and they diverted their eyes. He continued his leisurely pace to his private bedroom and started to take off his cloak. The sound of his door closing made him spin around and jam the invading person up against the door with his wand pressed against the warm flesh of her throat.
Observing these two, a fanciful person would have seen an artic prince and his princess. The platinum blonde with grey eyes growled at the ice princess in front of him. Tinkling giggles filled the room and he growled, pressing the wand into her throat further. She simply smiled seductively at him, "Kinky." He kept the wand at her throat while he started to roughly kiss and nuzzle into the other side of her throat. "Control yourself, please," she drawled. She tried to push him away, but he applied more pressure to her throat with his wand. "Awww….did ickle Drackie fail at his little mission?" He growled again and bit her. "Ouch! You bastard!"
He straightened up to look down at her, and she held her head up defiantly. "My parentage is just as good, if not better, than yours, Faith."
Laurel Faith's startling pale violet eyes glared up at him. It was rumoured that she was part vella, but there was also something else in the slight girl that made her eyes flash red when she was real mad. "So did you get them or not?"
He shoved the vial roughly in her hands. "He better not waste them, I don't want to have to do something like that again."
She slipped out of his grasp and skipped over to his bed, flopping down on it unceremoniously. She held up the small stopped bottle, studying it in the dim torchlight of his room. "Why? What did you have to do to finally get the Weasel bitch to cry?"
He sat behind her setting his wand back in his pocket. Moving her knee length white hair to the side, he continued to work on his mark. "I had to get a little rough with her" he mumbled on her throat, "She forgets that snakes have fangs. I just reminded her."
She snorted, "Your too damn poetic for your own good."
"And you, my dear Faith, are too crude for your own good. You would do to act more ladylike." He continued his gentle biting.
"If I was more ladylike I might have to act like a simpering fool like Parkinson." She laughed harshly.
He bit her hard, "You would do well to remember that the simpering fool is a prefect and you aren't."
She didn't flinch at his bark or his bite. "Only because she can be controlled better. That optimistic old coot wouldn't put someone like me in charge. 'Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,' and I'm definitely scorned." She tensed up and her eyes flashed red.
Draco purred in her ear as he nibbled on her ear lobe. "Damn! It's incredibly sexy when you get all mad like that." She finally went pliant and he wrapped his arms around her.
"Malfoy, you've definitely got some odd tastes." She put the bottle down on the bedside table and leaned against him.
"I've got no interest in normality; it's the extraordinary that catches my eye." She reached back, entwining her slender fingers in his hair and pulled his head in for a kiss. The soft kiss escalated into a heavy snogging session.
When the two Slytherins were sated, they lay peacefully on his bed, he, staring at the ceiling with his arms behind his head and she laid her head on his chest. "Why do you do it?" she asked breaking the silence.
"Hmm?"
"Why do you follow him?"
He sighed and thought for a moment, "Lack of anything else to do I suppose. Might as well do something while I've got the chance. I don't like doing nothing."
Her pale violet eyes looked at him surprised, "That's the only reason you do it? Lack of anything else? You've done nothing for so long, they kept the kids out of it for so long, why have you finally decided to do something?"
"Why do you do it then? If my reason isn't good, then why do you follow him?"
She looked up at the ceiling and barely spoke above a whisper, "My parents were killed by that damn Order of the Phoenix. I want revenge, it's as simple as that, and I don't much care who takes me there." Her eyes flashed red again.
Silence filled the room for a long while, and Laurel got up and left, leaving Draco to mull over his own thoughts. 'She's definitely an odd girl.' He pocketed the vial and made his way up to the owlery to find Ahriman, his eagle owl. After finding the magnificent creature, he sent him along with the vial to his father, as he was instructed to do, and left steeping in his slowly darkening mood. Draco hated taking orders, he was raised to rule, that was part of being a Malfoy. Draco wasn't to keen on the idea of complete servitude, he was born to give orders, and he loathed it when he was given orders by anyone. There were two people that he listened to, his mother and Professor Snape. There was that brief time that he listened to the Umbridge toad, but that wasn't even listening to her, it was manipulating her. He listened to his mother, because he did love her, and because she was scary as hell when she was mad, and he listened to Snape, because he had a certain kind of respect for the man. Snape could get away with a lot in Hogwarts, and he was a link to the inside for the Dark Lord. Snape was not a person to be trifled with by anyone, and Draco looked up to him. He was the epitome of an evil git, if he had ever seen one. There was something hugely different between Snape and Lucius, he couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was a reason that Draco admired Snape and not his father, he just didn't know why.
While making his decent back down to the dungeons, Draco heard the annoying red head and her current boyfriend. "…sorry, I didn't know you felt that strongly on the subject. I really like you and I want to see you again, that is, if you still want to see me."
"Well, it was awful rude of you, seeing as he taught here for a year and nobody seemed to care before then."
"Yes, well I see that now, I was just being a prat..."
Draco rounded a corner seeing Weasley sitting on a window seat looking at a kneeling Ravenclaw in front of her. The look of fear was evident in her eyes as she noticed him, and Draco smirked at her. The thick bloke at her feet didn't even notice as he continued with his apology. Draco smirked at her, then winked and blew a kiss. He saw her look completely petrified, he scared the wits out of her, and it pleased him more than anything had in a long time. He chuckled to himself, happy with his ritual torment of the girl, the other three do-gooders had outlived their entertainment value, and he had to find someway to pass his time. She blanched and he silently laughed while he walked away.
He wandered his way down to the grounds, needing a bit of air. Little did anyone know, but Draco was a tad claustrophobic at times. He was used to the large rooms at home, the outdoors, the roomy classrooms and his own spacious bedroom, but even those walls seemed a little too close for comfort, that's why he loved flying, there were no walls. Draco made his way down to the far side of the lake and sat pondering his thoughts. Unfortunately, there were a lot of them thundering around in his head. Draco was raised not to trust anyone, so he couldn't talk about anything. He was raised not to leave incriminating evidence around, so he couldn't keep a journal or write to anyone. He was raised in a world of indifferent masks. He wasn't supposed to show that anything bothered him, and that made him just a little crazy, and he knew it. Thinking became less of a thought process or problems and solutions, but more of a dialogue in his mind.
'Ugh, I hate following that old fool's wishes, following him to the gates of hell over his stupid obsessions.'
'If you don't at least pretend to follow him, you'll be eliminated. Simple as that.'
'Too true, but I hate following him and being…ugh…subservient.'
'But you must remember your plans, you must always remember your plans. The ends justify the means.'
'You're always right. I'm getting on in years, and I must start working on the plan. It wouldn't do to get messed up in this business just to get put away before I can even think about starting the plan.' The sun set on the boy as he rose up, with a new determination, and brushed himself off.
A/N: just another plot twist that made its way in as I was stumped on what else to do. I know this chapter is wicked short, but it's the first Draco chapter I've written, so hey, like it or lump it, I'm not going to give away all his secrets this early. Sorry if any of that ending dialogue is a bit confusing, but its just Draco thinking to himself, I think like that quite often, which is why I'm a loony. :: looks over her shoulder :: eep, Colleen and Kari are tying the bishies up…must go to them :: wicked grin ::