|Friday, August 29th, 2003|
Draco's foul mood was made worse by being ordered into his Father's presence. In the rain.
He knew the truth would come out and the consequences would probably be scary.
He raised a hand to knock on the door, then remembered what he had been told and walked in, shaking water from the folds of his cloak.
He looked around and saw his Father sitting near the fire.
Draco lay sprawled in the office where he and Harry had last talked.
He felt like shit. Going through the motions of the past few days without feeling anything, eating mechanically and not tasting the food.
How could one person affect him this much.
He hated it.
|Wednesday, August 27th, 2003|
|Tuesday, August 26th, 2003|
Draco wandered somewhat aimlessly in the old Potions Master quarters.
He'd wanted to bring Harry here, but it wasn't to be.
He trailed a hand through the dust on a table top then pulled a drop cloth off a sofa and laid down to think.
He was part Veela. No doubt thats what happened. Harry wasn't attracted to him, it was the Veela. That certainly explained his hair, and some of his earlier actions involing people that should be untouchable.
He'd always been a sexual creature, now it just all made sense.
But best to not involve Harry. Never involve him in such a charade of feelings.
|Monday, August 25th, 2003|
|Friday, August 22nd, 2003|
Draco turned and headed down the stairs to his Father's study, cheeks blazing.
What had he just seen? Why on earth did he walk in on that?
What the hell was going on? His Father and Snape
? What about his Mother?
Draco was sitting in the far corner of the library, facec still flaming every so often thinking about what he had done.
"Might as well have just fallen to my knees and blurted it all out." He muttered to himself, flinging one leg over a chair arm and settling back with a book.
"Bloody ridiculous." He said quietly and sighed, willing himself to concentrate.
|Thursday, August 21st, 2003|
Draco paced in front og the Kitchen portrait, annoyed with himself not only for being nervous, bit for showing up at all.
Why did he care? Why should he be here?
He fiddled with the neck of his sweater for what was probably the hundredth time and sighed, touching a hand to his hair.
"This is ridiculous." He mumbled and turned, aiming to leave.
|Tuesday, August 19th, 2003|
Draco lounged in the library, lying on a low bench and staring at the ceiling.
He was so tired of being here and not knowing what on earth was going on outside.
He hadn't seen hide nor hair of any other Slytherins, only the wretched Grimydorks had been speaking to him, and that was not a pleasant thing.
He had helped Professor Snape bottle leeches for an afternoon, but that was all the professor needed help with.
Turning side ways a bit he blew under a piece of lint to keep it aloft, hoping no one would see him.