X “Hello Lit’le Malfoy.”
Draco stiffened. There was no mistaking that voice. He turned around slowly, trying to hide his surprise. “Greyback.” He spoke with a heavy drawl and folded his arms across his chest. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”
“I was in the neighborhood.” The werewolf grinned menacingly, unaffected by Draco’s tone. “Thought I’d drop in.”
If he knew anything about the man in front of him, and unfortunately he did, it was that he didn’t just “drop in” anywhere. “I thought you fled the country with your tail between your legs?”
“Where’d ya here that from?” He asked coming closer. “Your Daddy?”
Draco flinched at the mention of his father.
When he got no response he smirked, showing sharpened canines. “Well he was mis’nformed. I’m not scared of no aurors. Why would I run?”
“That still doesn’t explain your presence here.”
“I’m here on business.”
“Business?” He asked. “What business could the likes of you have near Hogwarts?”
Greyback’s eyes flashed but he kept his composure. “I’ve come to talk to you. On the behalf of a mutual friend of ours. Does the name Aldamar ring any bells?”
A cold sweat crept up Draco’s neck. “Bastien?” He couldn’t hide the shock from his voice. He couldn’t possibly mean the same git from back then. The one who’d been plaguing his dreams of late. “I didn’t even know he was still alive. What would he want with me?”
“That’s what I’ve come to tell-.” The wind shifted and he paused to sniff the air. All thoughts seemed to have been forgotten about. “Say, I know that smell.”
Draco looked confused. “What smell?”
Greyback leaned forward sniffing his shirt. “It’s that mudblood girl.” Draco’s heart leaped into his throat but he remained still as the werewolf continued,”That smell…” He inhaled deeply. “Have you been intimate with her?”
“N..no.” Draco sputtered stepping backwards to get away from him. “I would never soil myself with the likes of that filth!” He tried to ignore the bitter taste the word left in his mouth. It sounded so appalling coming from his lips. How had he ever called Granger that before? “I had a run in with her and the golden trio earlier.”
“The scent on your shirt tells a different story. ” His eyes gleamed
“Well perhaps your nose isn’t as great as you think it is.” He retorted. “And honestly, I’m quite offended. If I weren’t so concerned about being seen with you, I’d have already hexed that mouth of yours shut.”
“My apologies.” Greyback replied. “I just get worked up when I’m near such a wonderful smell.” He smirked again and Draco’s stomach dropped.” Of course someone like you would never consider fuckin a mudblood. No matter how good they smell.”
He wrinkled his nose in distaste. “Yes, well if you are finished here, I suggest you leave before someone spots you. You’re wanted, you know.”
“I can take care of myself.” He replied. “And I won’t be leaving until I do what I came to do.”He reached into his tattered cloak and handed Draco a letter. “Aldamar wanted you to get this. Read it and then get rid of all the evidence.”
“What is this about?”
“Like I said before. He’s got business with you.”
Was this what his father had been talking about in his letter? Draco looked at the brown parchment and scowled. “Yes, well I’m afraid I’m not willing to be anyone’s puppet.” He snorted. “So you can tell Bastien that I’m truly sorry, but I must decline. Whatever he’s on about, I’m not interested.”
Greyback shook his head. “He won’t take no for an answer.”
“He’ll just have to bloody get over that.” Draco spat.
“I see that you won’t be swayed easily.” He sniffed the air again as if he was on to something, but quickly turned his attention back to Draco. “That’ll change. I’ll be seeing you later, Lit’le Malfoy.”
“Not too soon I hope.”
After the werewolf disappeared he let out shaky breath. It had taken a lot of quick thinking to keep his attention off of Hermione. He couldn’t risk her being dragged into whatever this was. Greyback coming here, so out in the open wasn’t a good sign.
Bastien had obviously gone to great lengths to get his attention. So whatever he had in mind couldn’t be good. There was also no doubt that his git of a father was involved. After all, he was the one who said Draco would receive a visitor.
It didn’t look promising anyway he thought about it.
He shook his head and headed back to the crowded street, his hand subconsciously bringing the collar of his shirt to his nose. He took a deep sniff and sighed.
He couldn’t smell a damn thing.
I suppose this could be self promotion for new readers but eh, I wanted to share a new graphic. So read away newbies! :D
Going to be writing the next chapter of “The Pitfall” in the morning while the hubs is sleeping.
Feels good to have a laptop back. Oh…And I finally moved into my apartment!
Hermione awoke to the familiar scent of sweat and cologne. She didn’t even need to open her eyes to know whose chest she was snuggling against. She smiled. A month ago she had promised herself she would never sleep with him again. But after hearing those words, the same words she had muttered herself, everything inside her fell in place. This time there was no regrets. She’d loved every moment spent in his arms, and wasn’t the least bit afraid of what her friends may think about it.
Ron stretched and rubbed his eyes. It was morning. Another dawn had come. The world hadn’t ended and his pain was slowly returning full force. He rolled over and shut his eyes tight, wishing with everything that he had died in his sleep.
Harry watched his friend stir from his own bed. Ron hadn’t spoken a word since last night. As of this moment he hadn’t even acknowledged Harry’s presence. Harry would be surprised if he managed to venture out of the room today. If he did, it would probably be to hunt down Malfoy and kill him. That would do none of them any good. Harry wasn’t on Malfoy’s side by any means, but he didn’t want Ron to have an outburst in front of anyone. Secrets were meant to be just that. Secrets.
Hermione had enough on her plate without having to worry about Ron outing her to the whole damned school. Not to mention she was probably still furious at him for what he’d said the night before. Any contact between the two of them the next few days would be premature. So he knew exactly what he had to do. He’d make sure Ron didn’t lose his cool and that Hermione stayed far enough away from him to not cause a scene.
It wasn’t exactly the best job in the world, but his best friends had been by his side through thick and thin. What kind of friend would he be if he abandoned them now?
Although he was beginning to spend most of his nights with a certain hormonal brunette, Draco’s anxiety had never fully left. Instead of instilling caution into her brain he had only added more hope and promises onto his already shaky ones. He had no doubt that he would go with one of the plans when the time came, but the closer Christmas break came, the more his resolve waned. How could he keep her safe when he wasn’t even here?
He tried not to think about it.
If he thought about it then he would want to stay and keep an eye on her, then were would he be after graduation? Right back on his parents doorstep. At least this way he had a job out from under his fathers watchful eye.
Every song I hear today reminds me of Dramione!
I think someone is trying to tell me to get some work done ;)
A glimpse of chapter 21. “The Pitfall”
Nov. 10, 1998
She couldn’t quell the turbulence raging within her heart. The anger had already taken her captive, and she was done fighting it. Instead of keeping it at bay she let it drive her forward, down the hall and as far away from Ron as she could get.
She just couldn’t believe what she’d heard come out of his mouth. Sure, she’d been witness to his spats and he was known to cause a ruckus with his quick tempter, but when the insults were being thrown her way it was different. She didn’t realize how much his words could affect her.
She’d gone in there knowing he’d be upset. She’d gone knowing he’d be angry; knowing he’d despise her even. She’d been prepared for all that. It was only natural. He had no inkling of what was going on and she’d just come and turned his world upside down.
She’d known it would end that way. She’d told him she was having another mans child. His rival’s child. Anyone normal person would want to punch a hole through the wall. She’d half expected him to do just that. But what she hadn’t expected, and had no idea how to prepare for, was verbal attack against Malfoy.
For once in her life, she’d been rendered near speechless. And she couldn’t even fathom the reason why.
What he’d said was true.
Draco had been a death eater. He was murder, and he was still just as snarky, arrogant, and pigheaded as ever.
There was no denying that.
But when Ron had chosen to point out all the other boys flaws, she’d snapped.
Ron didn’t know, he couldn’t know, what she felt when she was with Malfoy.
She’d seen another side to him, one she was sure no one had the privilege to see.
Hermione had gotten a glimpse of the Draco inside the Malfoy, and she couldn’t forget him.
When she closed her eyes she could still see the broken boy; drunk and alone on the floor, wishing his life hadn’t taken this turn. She could still feel the tension in his arms, and the reluctance in his voice as he told her how he’d crucio’d and murdered countless people. She could feel the guilt almost rippling off of him. And in the end, after all the pain and anger he’d shown her, he smiled. He’d smiled at her. He’d taken her in his warm embrace and made her feel alive. He’d let that Malfoy exterior melt away and he’d shown her Draco. The one that had a heart. The one that laughed at the irony of it all. The one that kissed her passionately and let her cry on his chest. The one that held a warmth in his eyes that he tried to hide when he was looking at her.
None of them could imagine the things she felt when she saw him. When she saw his face, no matter what expression he wore -be it contempt, indifference, or annoyance,- she knew there was more to him. There had to be. The moments they shared, however brief and fleeting, were real.
And nothing Ron said would change that.
Hey party people!
hI bet you all have been wondering where the fahell I’ve been for the last five months.
Under a rock? In a ditch? At the bottom of the Atlantic next to the Titanic perhaps?
Well just to soothe your worried hearts I drug out this despicable laptop of mine to tell you peeps what’s going on in this crazy life of mine.
There’s like 5 reasons I haven’t been on the internet or writing the last few months. I know you all missed me and you deserve to know why I abandoned you all.
So here it goes.
Chelsea’s pathetic and not-so-pathetic list of reasons why she sucked this summer.
1. As most of you already know, I lost a baby this summer. It was 3 weeks and just a bundle of chromosomes but I fell into a small depression for a bit. And as much as I tried to write I couldn’t.
2. My work schedule was all kinds of fucked up. I hated life. Simple as that.
3. After downloading Sims 3 on my laptop it decided to be a bitch and load at dial up, aka snail pace. It freezes and kicks me offline all the fucking time so I just gave up and threw the laptop in a drawer. Never to be looked upon again. (until today)
4. As of Sept. 2 I started a big-girl job working 8 to 5 at a Trash Service company in my home town. It’s really awesome. I make excellent money and it’s stable hours. Plus I get weekends off. Which is nice. I really love it so far.
And finally number 5 of my list. And ladies hold onto your screens for this one.
I’m 8 WEEKS PREGNANT! YAY!
I didn’t think it could happen this fast and this unplanned after that small loss. But obviously I was wrong. I found out two days after I started my new job. Talk about divine intervention. (invoking a few eye rolls with that statement I’m sure, but Idgaf I’m happy lol)
So basically guys I was keeping it a big fat secret in case I lost the baby but so far so good. I get to hear the heart beat tomorrow so I got excited and jumped the gun.
So what’s the verdict?
Do you all forgive me for leaving you hanging and for making you believe I’d met a terrible death by hitch hiking my way across the country?
3,000 words so far!
YES! Hopefully this chapter will be done tonight or tomorrow night!
Now here’s a gif of Channing Tatum being sexy.
Because I can.
Why Why Why is it so hard for me to write this chapter!!
Guys, I’m starting to write a book in between updates of “The Pitfall”
Like legit. My own shit.
I’m really hoping to follow through with it this time. I have pages and pages of plots, back stories, and chapters of different ideas I’ve had over the years. But now I’m starting to think I can actually do it.
Like I feel like I am in a place where I can actually write, and not suck at it.
Guys, this is a big deal if I can finish it.
But seriously. I need to finish chapter 21 don’t I?
Guys, I’m seriously scared to put up the next chapter of “The Pitfall”
With all the crazy ff.net shit going on, I’m terrified to finish chapter 21 and update it. As it is right now. if they go all nazi on us it may survive the first sweep. (it’s been at least a month since I updated last)
I’m just really concerned right now. If they delete “The Pitfall” I will be devastated. It is by far the best thing I’ve written and I’m so proud of it. I love all my readers and the reviews I have and it will kill me to see it taken down. I just don’t want it to because of some smut.
I mean really, who fucking cares? It’s rated M. As in, for MATURE readers please. You read at your own risk. Damn. Why do they care to do this now? Sure, I suppose it was a rule, but no one followed it and no one had any problems or complaints.
I just don’t know what to do with this information. I’m trying not to get angry or freak out because that’s just not good for my stress levels. :/ But I can’t NOT wonder what will happen to my story.
If worse comes to worse, I may do updates on here. I don’t know guys, what do you think?
With all the craziness and fun I’ve been having I’ve had little time to be on here.
But guys, I’ve come to the realization that I need to WRITE! What the hell am I doing?