Sixth year Slytherin.
I won't pretend to like you. You will probably annoy me. Stay out of my way; and I'll get in yours.
You have been warned, I will make you feel like crap.
[This is a RP account. I am not Tom Felton nor am I the "real" Draco Malfoy.]
My family aren’t ever going to become poor but, obviously, I’d be able to manipulate everything to go the way that I wish it to.
…Excuse me.
Theodore froze, he wasn’t expecting to see anyone when he entered the room, least of all Draco. Why couldn’t it have been one of the others, they had a few brain cells between them, easier to fool. Not Draco, he wouldn’t let it rest, he would be like a dog with a bit between its teeth. Fuck.
Theodore didn’t know what to do, he was stood there half naked, water dripping from his hair, yet this was the least of his worries. How long had Draco been there? How much had he seen? Theodore had worked tirelessly for years, being the quiet observer, being nonchalant, never giving anyone a reason to doubt his behaviors. Until now, Theodore wondered if Draco would tell anyone, he wondered if he would think less of him now, now that he had seen his darker side.
“Oh, you know Malfoy, a bit of this, a bit of that.” Though he sounded calm, Theodore was anything but. His mind was racing, trying to think of a plausible explanation.
“So how long have you been there then? Do you often stand and listen to me in the shower?” Theodore raised his eyebrows, as he tried to make light of the situation. He didn’t want to give too much away, incase Draco hadn’t seen as much as he feared.
Draco’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at the other boy’s words. Twat, he knew fine well he didn’t do that sort of thing and he didn’t find anything amusing by the words he’d spoken. “Shut the hell up, Nott. Don’t you change the subject.”
Keeping his narrowed cold gaze never wavered from him for a moment before he used his familiar sneer, “Get dressed, and don’t you dare think you’re getting out of this.” Rubbing his hand against his jaw, he averted his eyes giving Theodore some privacy, he pointed his wand at a crease in one of the bed’s, that were close to him, drapes. Figuring Theodore had, had enough time, Draco turned back towards him, “Now, what the actual fuck, Nott?”
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“I don’t believe you, and I’m not going to stop worrying. I’m you’re mother and I will worry. I really hate this Draco, all of this.” She really hated arguing with her son, but she hated the position he was being put in, and she had ever right to be. She never wanted this life for him. She knew when she married Lucius, what she was getting herself into. She just never realized that one day her son would be dragged into the mess of things. “Just please make sure that you take care of yourself. I can’t lose you.” She took another sip of her tea, trying to calm her nerves. “I’m not sorry for worrying about you.”
“Your faith me is startling low, mother.” He spoke in a coy tone before he drank some of the drink which was before him. Dear Salazar, he had a short temper anyway but having to keep himself civil when he was agitated and sleep deprived really was wearing on his nerves, “You’re not going to lose me mother.” He sighed softly. “You don’t need to worry about me. Regardless of what you think.”
I’m not stupid so that wouldn’t happen.
But, if it did.. She’d probably punch me and I’d find some cleaning potion for my mouth.
I’d rather not, thank you.
By “date” .. No. Yes.. Maybe.
I already have enough galleons that I’ll ever need.
OOC: ok, I am assuming they share a dorm room? Ok, yeh ok good =)
Theodore was annoyed, he had been for his usual run to calm himself, and yet it had not worked. He still had raging vortexes within his brain, and it was starting to filter through into his appearance. He tried so hard to keep himself hidden from people, to show them only what he wanted them to see, for a while he had succeeded, but it was becoming more and more difficult. Theodore trusted noone, he had little people whom he could talk to. The people he did talk too, he didn’t trust, or tell his true worries and fears. He was sick of Hogwarts, he was sick of the people, and he was sick of having to pretend to be ok all the time.
Normally a run would help him to comfort himself, he would run frequently throughout the day, as much as he could, to keep his sanity. Today it wasn’t fairing very well for him, the run had not helped as it should have.
Theodore stormed back to the dungeons, avoiding peoples gazes as he went, being careful to not linger anywhere long enough to attract attention. Theodore composed himself before he entered the dungeons. As he entered the common room, a few people made their way over to him, Theodore made his excuses and went up to his dorm room. He couldn’t be around people, not now, not when he was feeling this bad, he wouldn’t be able to maintain his act.
As Theodore openend the door, he looked inside, checking for other students, he saw noone, so thought it safe to proceed. Theodore walked inside the room, and locked the door behind him, he threw himself down on his bed, and sighed heavily. He placed a silencing charm around the room, before he screamed. He screamed, and pounded the wall behind his bed, until his lungs hurt, and his fists were bruised. He needed to let go of his anger, and he couldn’t see any other way at that moment.
After satisfying the growing rage within him somewhat, Theodore stood, he wanted to shower after his run. As he stood, Theodore noticed something, the drapes to Draco’s bed were drawn, he must not have bothered to pull them back this morning. Theodore thought nothing more of it, and headed into the en suite (yeh they are rich boys, they totally have one) to shower.
Theodore stayed in the shower a long while, the water much too hot. As Theodore showered, the water at his feet, slowly turned red, the blood from his battered fists was dripping, becoming further irritated by the heat of the water. He allowed the water to burn his skin, and enjoyed the pain it brought him. The pain allowed him to focus on something other then his thoughts. Theodore focused on the pain of the water hitting his skin, and he breathed in the steam, allowing himself to calm. Theodore sunk to the bottom of the shower, holding his knees up to his chest, and just sitting for a time.
Once he was sufficiently calmed, Theodore got out of the shower, and wrapped a towel around his waist, he checked his hair in the mirror, and made his way back into his room.
Theodore froze, he hadn’t thought anyone was in the room, he never would have acted the way he did if he thought someone was there. Theodore had worked so hard to keep this side of him hidden. As he looked across the room, he saw that Draco’s drapes were now hung back, and Draco was stood, staring at him…..
Draco had been working on his task all night and had missed most of his lessons because of it, so he guessed that he would have been able to catch up on some sleep while the other guys would be out of the dorm. He moved quickly through the empty corridors and into the common room then went straight to his dorm. He noticed that everybody else was missing and no noise was coming from the bathroom. Thank Salazar.
Without changing he just dropped onto his bed and pulled his hangings around him, hopefully anyone who would come in would realise he was there and would be quiet.
Not even an hour later he heard somebody enter the room, he was still in an exhausted state he simply laid, blinking sleep from his grey eyes. He frowned slightly as a silence filled the room, other than the other boy’s breathing, what the hell was happening? Then the screams and shouts became apparent, Draco knew straight away that it was Theodore, he had a distinctive tone that Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise didn’t have.— He wasn’t an idiot, he could tell voices a part, he sat up, ramrod straight as he continued to listen to his.. friend? Would he count Nott as a friend? As far as Draco cared about anyone, he did care about Theodore.
Draco waited until the sounds deceased and the shower turned on before he sat off of the bed, pushing the curtains around his bed open and using a few charms to clean everything up. His brows furrowed, in all of the years he had known the other boy, he hadn’t heard or seen him (Theodore) act like that.
He waited until he saw Theodore enter their dorm again and he raised a questioning brow, “What the fuck is going on, Nott?”
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Narcissa could tell that her son was lying to her. She had been able to tell ever since he was a child. “Fine, everything is good. I’m just worried about you okay.” She sat in silence for a moment, eating some of her soup and taking a sip of her tea. “And no, I’m not implying that you are weak or womanly. But I am your mother and I’ll treat you however I damn well please. You’re my only child Draco, and I know that it might not mean much to you, but it means a hell of a lot to me. I didn’t think I would ever be able to have children, but I did, and I will do whatever it takes to make sure that nothing happens to you. So stop acting like a brat and let me worry.”
Draco sighed when his mother got fired up. Dear Salazar, his mind wasn’t in the best of places as it was and when he had to be placating but showing the right emotions to his mother.. It just wasn’t easy for him.
“I apologise for acting “like a brat.”” he couldn’t help but pull a childish expression at the words, it was his father that usually called him a brat not her. “But there really is no need to worry. I’m fine. The task is happening, okay?” He smiled softly, mostly because he knew it could work with Narcissa, “Honestly, mother.. Trust me.”
