Update?

WOOT! I can not waitt!!

An' I will leave a proper review this time!!



Love,
~~Jay~~

I still have to edit and proof-read and other stuff like that, so give me half an hour or so, and I will hopefully have a new chapter up.

You had better.

I LOVE this. LOOOOOOOOOOOOVEEEE it!

*hugglesez LoTR and youuhhhz*

Quote:

– a thick wrap of yellow wool, into which green, embroidered ducklings were expertly woven –

Great bitttt!

Quote:

"-- and he bewitched her new radio to sing 'I’m an ugly, yellow duckling, and I won't be a pretty swan' -” A spin on the then-popular children's song, I'm an ugly, yellow duckling, but I will be a pretty swan "- in tune with her favourite song, every time she switched it on.”

LOLLL!! That's so Fred and George-ish!

Quote:

“It’s called turquoise, lady!”

Bwaha I love the way you write Ginny!



That was a GOODDDDD chapter!!
Now post more.

Love,
~~Jay~~

Chapter 4:
Quiescent Materials


"The true mystery of the world is the visible,
not the invisible."


Draco Malfoy opened his eyes. He was in a sweat, the kind of sweat he had only been in once before, and the reminder of that last time forced him to close his eyes once more, in what was a fruitless attempt to drive away the memories that haunted him – the Dark Lord, the Cruciatus Curse, those were, perhaps, only the beginning.

With an effort - he had no idea why had he had to make an effort for this; but the fact that he had to, irked him, because it somewhat bruised his ego - he sat up. The scent of expensive fabric hit him, full in the face; but it was not, now, as strong as it had been, only minutes ago. It was more normal, now; carried that rich sort of feel that is often brought on, by the first step in a high-and-might shop.

He looked ahead. Before him, stretched the velvet carpetting of a shop he knew well; and, in front of him stood a tall shoe-rack, one of expensive agarwood. Draco shook his head, as it trying to drive away a bothersome fly by the action; stood up -- and then he wondered why he had been on the ground, and why he was in a sweat, an angry mean sort that made his hands feel like jelly, and dribbled down his neck, into the stiff collar of his black shirt.

“Lord Malfoy?” a voice asked.

He spun around, his left hand instinctively reaching for his wand, but it was only a saleswizard. Whose eyes, incidentally, widened when he saw the tousled hair, the perspiration that leaked down Draco’s cheeks – clearly, the man had never seen the young Master of the Malfoy Manor this disheveled – not even slightly dishelved, in fact: Draco was, always had been, the picture of perfection, at least as far as appearances are concerned.

To see him so now, stunned the saleswizard – it was clearly one of the most astounding things he had seen in his lifetime.

“Is everything alright, Lord Malfoy?”

“Yes,” Draco said curtly, but he was not sure if it was. “Come here.”

The saleswizard hesitated for a second, but the order was from one of the Wizarding World’s richest men, and he decided it would be for the best, if he obeyed - and quickly, at that. Draco placed a hand in one of his pockets, and brought out a little satchel of galleons. “Take them,” he said roughly, stowing them in the saleswizard's arms.

“M-master Malfoy! But w-whhy?” the saleswizard stammered.

“To keep your mouth shut about this,” Draco pointed to a bead of sweat that trickled down his neck and, as the saleswizard’s hands closed round the neck of the satchel, strode from the room in a swirl of black cloak. He tried to remember what had happened, why he was on the floor - it annoyed him, more than anything else, because he, Draco Malfoy, was not supposed to suddenly wake up, and find himself on the floor of some common shop - but the world seemed to swim into blackness, each time.



The meeting with Mincent Greengrass was - in two short words - a disaster. To elaborate, it was probably the worst, Draco had ever fared. The young Malfoy was edgy, almost testy; and, when the man finally left, Narcissa huffed out of the drawing room, clearly angry at what she called her son’s “twitchiness.” He let her go, and headed for a hot bath, his mind abuzz with strange things.

He was sure something unnatural had taken place at the shop, earlier that day. He remembered Narcissa leave, remembered his glance round the shop – but then memory gave way to scent - heat -- beautiful green cloth -- and, of course, he remembered nothing else. He tried his best to recall, but the memories were too hazy.

It was, finally, with a sigh that he stepped out of the bathroom, a white towel – yes, white -- even Narcissa wondered, when more frustrated at him than usual, why he did not dye his towels black when he could not bear clothes of a different colour – wrapped round his torso, his usually immaculate white-blonde hair a little tousled and very wet. It fell into his eyes; the pale, very whitish-blonde tinge of the former standing out against the cold, cold grey of the latter in a way that would have made Narcissa roll her eyes, because she knew he would want to flaunt it.

He pulled jeans and a loose, black T-shirt out of his wardrobe; and, after he had slipped into them, stood in front of the mirror lined with twinkles of gold.

His reflection stared back at him, that of a slender – but not weak – boy of twenty-three, with steel-like grey eyes that did not smile with his lips, and high cheekbones that lent a certain dignity and poise to his demeanour. He looked good, he knew, in the clothes he had selected, the black of the T-shirt highlighting the steel-grey of his eyes, and bringing out the blonde of his hair. But, for some reason, his appearance did not satisfy him, today. Or perhaps it was not his appearance – more, a general dissatisfaction with his surroundings.

There was something wrong, and he hated the knowledge that he could not put his finger on it.

Why had he woken up in the shop, earlier today, with no memory of how he came to be on the ground? Something out-of-the-ordinary, something most unnatural had taken place, and Draco twitched inwardly at the thought. He had been in ‘situations’ before, but the greater part of them had been associated, either with the Dark Lord, or with... well, rather wild nights. This had been no wild night, of that he was sure, and -- the Dark Lord?

He walked away form the mirror, a frown creasing his forehead. Perhaps his tiny lack of memory worried him this much because it reminded him of things he would rather not remember.

Did not want to remember.

“Master Malfoy,” a deep, male voice floated into his room. “Dinner has been served, and the Lord and Lady await you at the table.”

It was Braine, their house-ghost, who had once been an influential Malfoy himself. He lodged in the Manor now, a close relative of his father’s, and sometimes expressed his woe at the fact that he could not help himself to the scrumptious feasts served at Lucius Malfoy’s will. Draco humored him but, for the greater part, he did not like Braine, and hated his constant reminders.

“Tell them I will be down in five minutes,” he said coldly, as he picked up the black robes that lay on his bed, and began to don them. That was when he noticed a black owl at the window, eyes a red that strung sudden nervousness into the onlooker’s heart, its talon a sharp sable. The owl hovered, for a moment, in the air; then placed his beak against the window-pane. Draco froze, not aware why his heart hammered, why a bolt of silver seemed to tear his insides apart.

He had regained his composure within milliseconds, and walked over to the window. “Get out of here,” he said coldly. “Go on, get out.”

The owl raised its claws, in response: a shimmer of white, and Draco realized a letter had been attached to the bird’s leg. For a moment, he stood there, pretty sure he did not want to open the window, and then curiosity-in-excess – a very Slytherin quality – had pulled at his sleeve, and he had raised the window-pane by half an inch. The owl slid a leg through the teensy opening and, very calmly, Draco detached the envelope.

The bird flew away and, surprised that nothing unnatural had happened, Draco looked down at the envelope. It was a plain-white but, even as he looked at it, the scent of the shop came back to him, and the heat grew, grew until Draco could take it no more, and he had thrown the envelope away from himself. It slid across the floor, like a point of fire, and hit the wall, where it burst into frothing, red flames that sent out a shower of sparks. Upon themselves, the sparks twisted, and a beautiful voice rang out.

“I shall wait for you in the gardens, Draco.”

The flames died, the voice faltered into nothingness, and where the remains of the burnt envelope should have been, glowed a tiny spark of black-purple that slowly died down into cold silence.

*

[] Reference:

+ "The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible." - Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.

GENIUS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dude... I think I'll be dreaming of mini-veelas tonight. I think my heart was actually beating faster when I read that. Move outta the way, Mr. Donkey!

GAHHHHHHHHHHH

Great chapter!!!
Why was he in the shop...and that women..??
"They match, but, but i dont know how" (Inkheart)
But anywayyy...great chapter again
really well written and i cant wait for more!!
*sits on floor and waits* I shall wait!!
Evangeline
xx

EEEK! *runs to hide from all the evuhl fangirls*

Nuuuu! I love you SO MUCH more! *clings to your head*

<3333


I guess you found out who I was referring to. *eyes your next chapter*

xD

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I so wanted to read that at school but I was outnumbered.
Well, I might go read it nonetheless this summer or something...
ANYWAYS, I love that quote! Love all your quotes...hope you don't mind me commenting on the quotes too.

<33

Am I the only who just drooled all over her keyboard while reading that passage?

Haha...I love the idea of having a house-ghost floating around Malfoy Manor. <33

xD

Draco: You're talking about me, aren't you?

LOL. Glad to know you're enjoying ze story, my Melellell.

Or are you enjoying the Draco-ness?



Whyyyy gahhh? xD

Thank you.
Glad to know you're enjoying ze story. =]

You'll have to wait, to find out!

Oooh, I'll have to use that quote somewhere, if I can! =D

Thank you, once again.
-gives you a comfy couch to sit upon-



Aww. *hughugs*
That sounds like a plan. Yay for summer!

And of course not, sweetie. =]

I hope not. It was written especially with Dee with shiny, white teeth in mind, since she has been requesting a Draco shower!scene since... forever. I couldn't incorporate a scene of him showering, LOL, but I did manage to slip in a little bit of Draco!ness. xD

But... I do like imagining Draco. LOADS.



Thank you. Glad to know my Liishaterz likeyy. <3

Liishaterz, you sneaky thing, you!
LOVE the editing. xD

Superb chapter, love. I could feel it. Yep. I felt like I was peeking in his room though an imaginary hole. Your writing is absolutely engrossing. In my mind I was yelling 'MOAAAR MOAAR!' I didn't want it to end! I love you and Draco and this FF.

PAMS!

I love this chapter.

You're amazing Maxerers!!

XD. I despise the ghost 'cause that ghost is sneakkkkeh and eeriieee!

Thank youuu, Sugah!

I don't think ze story will end anytime soon. Though exams might keep me awayyy, which could mean less update'age. =[

But, I'll still try to update soon!
Stick around. =]



Thanks, my Wenzter'er.

Braine: I am a perfectly honourable ghost, and will NOT tolerate, being spoken of that way!

awesome post...Maxie...waiting for more...

That sales witch seems to be having something wicked in her mind...

Thanks, luff.

Mystery!Woman: I am no common saleswitch. -eyes-

LOL! Looks like you angered her, hun.

Hello Maxie, I'm thankful for your time you took to post this wonderful chapter. I would like to highlight the whole chapter and say:This is my favorite part. I love how Draco's injured pride won't let him feel sorry for himself, but rather feel annoyed with himself for not being in control, and not even being able to remember why. Then, his poor bruised ego tries to make him feel better by calling the place he came to, "on the floor at some common shop." When it's very obvious; he, a Malfoy wouldn't be in a common shop. You can tell the shop was high class by the smell of the fabric and the expensive grain of wood that encased the shoes. But yet, it didn't help him feel better, nor did it help him with what he so badly wants to remember. I love how he is so unsettled at this happening to him that he dosen't even like the way he looksin the mirror. (A first for him I'm sure. ) It all has him so completely unsettled that this, gives presidence over the disastrous meeting he just had with, Mincent Greengrass. And to top itall off, yhat black owl, and the message it delivered!
A brilliant chapter Maxie. I could see things so clearly as if I were watching it on high deffinition tv. Much love to you. And I'll be watching for your next chapter, when you're able.

I would like to highlight this, and say: I LOVE having you here.
You make my day, Connie. <3

Why is it that you get EXACTLY what I try to convey? *gives you a big, gold star for being the awesome person that you are*

Yush, sort of. =[

Thank you LOADS.
You make me feel special, Connie.

Omg, I soo wanna know who that secret saleswitch is!!!! -flails-
I must knowww!!!
Excellent chapter, Maxielufff, absolutely amazing. I love your FFs.
I think they're the only ones I read


PAMS!

AW, MANNNNNNNN.
-Pets Draco-

I'll tell you what's wrong.
I'M NOT IN THIS CHAPTER, that's what's wrong! And now everyone wants to claim they're the saleswitch when I claimed that spot first. -Rolls eyes-
!

You srsly need to stop cheating on me, Draco.

This chapter was insane, though. O_O I'm talking about the way it was written and the detail and everything. I swear, you just get better and better and better each passing second, Maxers. Like, right when I think "Okay, she's officially beat Shakespeare as the greatest writer of all time" you go and blow me away by posting something 89237438x better the next time.
I--... I dunno if I can handle so much shiny sparkly awesomeness all at once, Maxers! MY EYES! THEY BURN!! -Flails-
Or maybe that's the gleam off Draco's God-like platinum-blonde hair that's blinding me.
Either way, I am beyond words right now.
You're too amazing, my Maxers, and as always ICANNOTFREAKINWAITFORTHENEXTCHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!
I want it NAO!!!!

-logs onto SS after mowing the lawn-

-recieves and opens PM about new post-

-yells and clicks link-

-reads carefully not to miss anything through excitement-

-tackles you-

I know I've said this before, but this IS brilliant!! -sighs- You are so vivid in your writing I can see ALL the details in my mind of everything. I like how you put emphasis on his eyes. -nods head-

And like always...

-hugs you-

Now go off and write some more to make me a happy reader!

-stares at computer for next update-


Dee

Mel: DRACO!


C-Can I touch your silky hair, my lord?! -reaches out hand tentatively-

BOTH!

OMG!!!! Brilliant chapter!
I <3333333 it! Keep up the great work!

Mystery!Woman: I see I am quite... popular.

-eyes-

Thank youuu, myNimmi.
... and I consider that an honour.



Draco: I am no mere mortal to be petted by anyone, DeeLee. But -eyes- I think I can make an exception for you.



LOL.

Draco: But, honey, it's not my fault. *looks all innocent*

THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Iloveyou. AND! I hoped you liked the Draco!coming-out-of-ze-shower scene. It was written especially for you.

Nuuu. -applies nice!pretty ice-pack to your eyes-





Draco agrees, I think. xD

THANKYOUSOMUCH!

I'll try to update, soonish. =]

How that go? ^__^

-falls over-



Thank you LOAAADDDS! I think most people really like the details in this chapter. That probably has something to do with the fact that they are all Draco!details. xD

*hugHUGSyou backkkk*

Aye aye, Captain!

NUUU! Get up, Melellell! PLEASE!

=[

Draco: NOOOO! You must not mess them, before the next update! *looks around to check if Dee is there, then quickly whispers* Of course you can, Melellell.

Aww, thank you.

I shall write more of both, for myMelellell.



Thanks a heap, Stef!

Glad to know you're enjoying the story.

=]

YAY Maxie <333333 Luff itz !!

-staggers up from the floor- I-I'm okay. I just feel a little woozy.



-looks around for Dee- I-I feel bad for betraying a fellow mini-veelist.

-looks around again- Aw, what the hell! -hair touch-

SO SOFT AND SUPPLE AND... BEAUTIFUL.

I shall patiently wait for more mind-blowing material.

Of COURSE you'll make an exception for me, I'm ShinyWhiteTeeth!DEE. The love of your LIFE! <3


DRACO MALFOY.
T______T
Don't give me that look, you know perfectly WELL I'm completely IMMUNE to i-- UGH YOU'RE SO HOT HOW CAN I STAY MAD AT YOU!?


You're welcome!

DUDE YOU KIDDING?!?!?!?!
GAWSH. I almost died when you described his purrtyyy platinum hair on his eyes! -Faints- Srsly. That was... HOT. Oh, what I'd give to be that towel... -sigh-
!!!


That's better!
Thankoooooo.


Oh, I imagined he would, the little show-off.

YAY!
-Sets up little camping tent and waits by the roasting fire-

EDIT:
WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOAAAA HOLD UP A SECOND RIGHT THERE!!!
DRACO-MINI-VEELA-MALFOY!! What is the meaning of this!?
OH NO, NOOOOO WAYYYYY!
-Rolls up sleeves and pulls earrings off-
Alright, Mel. Iluffyou, but... NUH-UH. THAT'S MAH MAN YOU BE MESSIN' WITH. NUH-UHHHHHH.

It went well, got it down in record time...but I got a horrible sun burn...

Quote:

-falls over-

Eh, I love details anyway...AND I love Malfoy. -nods-

Aha, that's the writer I know...now I'll leave you alone so you can get to writing.