4. Blasting Curse
‘It’s her!’ He thought with malice as he blasted yet another rose bush in the esteemed Malfoy’s garden. ‘Yet another person I’m bound to serve. Am I some kind of masochist? It must be her fault. But-’ He thought of how she had looked at him, she wasn’t sure of anything on that rocky beach not even of herself. It had messed with his mind, made him pliable to her wishes. That would not happen again. No, he must remember his one purpose left in life has very little to do with her at all. ‘Remember how she had smelled?’ His inner voice taunted him. He wanted to forget it all.
He stopped mid turn in his pacing and had a stroke of brilliance. ‘Merlin! She did that to herself... And for me... To protect me.’ He hated his own guts even more now and imagined his vileness must have poisoned her forever. He turned to the door as it opened, it was only Draco yet he kept his face the mask he wore for the Dark Lord and his followers. Draco shuffled over to him in his rather extravagant nightwear and said, “May I have a word with you?” |