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BG · 09-29-2004, 05:00 PM

Draco winced inwardly as he noticed Snape's scrutiny at his knee-jerk reflex reaction. He didn't say anything though and pretended that all was well even though his shoulder was throbbing like something terrible.

With the trip being planned for Diagon Alley, he realized he would have to make a decision as to what he was planning to do and where he was planning to go.

He became lost in thought as everyone finished their meal and afterwards, he had given Danika a wave and a grin before heading back to the Hospital Wing.

When he was out of sight of everyone, his face contorted and he allowed a hiss of discomfort and pain to escape his lips and when he was back in his room in the infirmary, he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower.

With the taps turned to freezing cold, the icy water eased the burn into a dull throb and he leaned against the stall with his eyes closed.

"What am I going to do?" His voice echoed surprisingly well in the confines of the shower stall and he scrubbed himself clean as he thought.

Briefly, he wondered what would have happened if he had never deflected to the good side. Certainly, he wouldn't be having the problem he was having right now - being put under constant scrutiny by the DEs - but he would probably be having problems of a different sort.

"Not that that would matter, anyhow." He muttered.

He was under the constant scrutiny of EVERYONE it seemed, though grudgingly, he had to admit that there had been good reason for it. Had been.

Part of the reason there was so much scrutiny was because he was and had been very vague in his actions, taking a cue from his former HoH and presenting himself as an go-between and spy. The good side suspected him to be a DE and the DEs suspected he had deflected, though ironically, the fact that he was a Malfoy earned him greater trust from the DEs, but he was sure that would be changing very soon if it hadn't already.

He sighed and finished washing up and turned off the taps. He wrapped a towel around his middle and headed to the sink to brush his teeth. With a 'fweep' sound, he wiped the steam off the mirror and for a moment, he stared at his own reflection.

Already endowed with pale skin, the last year or so had made him paler than before. His cheekbones and jawline were clearly defined and right now, the skin on his face was gaunt with worry and fatigue. The grey eyes that stared back at him had a guarded and weary look, the depths dangerously rippling like quicksilver beneath a veneer of gunmetal.

He ran a hand through his near-shoulder-length hair - hair which he was certain was turning white - and collected the bundle into one hand and pushed it to the side as he looked at his shoulder in the mirror. The Dark Mark stood out in stark contrast to his alabaster pale body, an ever-present reminder of his past and present.

Even paler lines snaked around various parts of his slender Quidditch-toned body like a tangle of slender vines and he traced one line that ran diagonally down his entire back with a feeling of detachment, the the emotions associated with it long since frozen and buried.

Potter might have paid the price with the loss of his parents before he could remember them... but sometimes... It's better to never have known them at all.

A stray drop of salty and bitter liquid streaked down his cheek and he closed his eyes momentarily to block out the images.

Having enough of self-reflections, he dried himself off and changed clothes and got ready for bed. Sleep, however, was the last thing on his mind. His mind was filled with too many memories and his heart ached from the associated memories. He knew if he went to sleep in this state, he'd be sure to have nightmares.

Recalling what he had told Danika earlier about star gazing on the Quidditch field at night, he decided upon a perfect way to occupy his time.

He changed clothes again, grabbed a broom and something else he had borrowed from the Quidditch supply closet, a bag full of various items he had pilfered from classrooms - mostly pieces of parchment and quills, shrugged into his cloak, and slipped out of the school and headed to the Field.

Once outside the school, he mounted the broom and soared off towards the Field, unable to constrain the quiet laugh of delight and elation at the sensation of flying and freedom.

He paued in his flying to drop off his supplies in the middle of the field and then took off again for the skies. It had been a little while since he had had the chance to really fly, seeing as how the Manor's backyard wasn't very big, and he was a little rusty. But it wasn't long before the broom became an extension of himself - regardless of the fact that it was old and out-of-date - and his old Seeker senses were reawakened.

Hovering in the middle of the field, he grinned and dug into his pocket and pulled out a practice Snitch and released it to the air. The Snitch hovered in front of him in an almost curious manner as if sizing him up, then as if recognizing him, it shot off and away like a streak of golden lightning.

Grey eyes hardening into a smoky silver as they narrowed, he smirked and took off after the golden Snitch. The Snitch would be his once again.

At least some things were worth remembering...

Fred woke up to Tonks loud snores. He kept his eyes closed trying his best to tune her out...no luck. THen the door bell rang downstairs and Fred's curiosity of who was calling that early in the morning over took his need for sleep. Jumping up, he ran out to the landing. His father answered the door...."Good Morning Severus.." Fred grinned big and ran back inside. "George..get up get up...."he said shaking his brother. "Sevvy baby is downstairs....and you know what that means..." George seemed to be awake now...so Fred started dressing quickly.

George rolled out of bed much more quickly than normal and began to get dressed. He pulled out a set of fairly new black robes, knowing they were about his best bet for matching any DE. Casting a look at the still sleeping Tonks, George quickly stuffed his bed to look as if he were still there, then made sure that Fred had done the same. "I hope you have an idea for a mask later," George grunted at his brother before hurrying out of the room and down the hall. They needed to time this right, or Snape would know to look for them.

09-29-2004, 05:00 PM	#1655 (permalink)
BG lost in the yellow submarine Ramora Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: In the yellow submar Posts: 5,652	Draco winced inwardly as he noticed Snape's scrutiny at his knee-jerk reflex reaction. He didn't say anything though and pretended that all was well even though his shoulder was throbbing like something terrible. With the trip being planned for Diagon Alley, he realized he would have to make a decision as to what he was planning to do and where he was planning to go. He became lost in thought as everyone finished their meal and afterwards, he had given Danika a wave and a grin before heading back to the Hospital Wing. When he was out of sight of everyone, his face contorted and he allowed a hiss of discomfort and pain to escape his lips and when he was back in his room in the infirmary, he stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower. With the taps turned to freezing cold, the icy water eased the burn into a dull throb and he leaned against the stall with his eyes closed. "What am I going to do?" His voice echoed surprisingly well in the confines of the shower stall and he scrubbed himself clean as he thought. Briefly, he wondered what would have happened if he had never deflected to the good side. Certainly, he wouldn't be having the problem he was having right now - being put under constant scrutiny by the DEs - but he would probably be having problems of a different sort. "Not that that would matter, anyhow." He muttered. He was under the constant scrutiny of EVERYONE it seemed, though grudgingly, he had to admit that there had been good reason for it. Had been. Part of the reason there was so much scrutiny was because he was and had been very vague in his actions, taking a cue from his former HoH and presenting himself as an go-between and spy. The good side suspected him to be a DE and the DEs suspected he had deflected, though ironically, the fact that he was a Malfoy earned him greater trust from the DEs, but he was sure that would be changing very soon if it hadn't already. He sighed and finished washing up and turned off the taps. He wrapped a towel around his middle and headed to the sink to brush his teeth. With a 'fweep' sound, he wiped the steam off the mirror and for a moment, he stared at his own reflection. Already endowed with pale skin, the last year or so had made him paler than before. His cheekbones and jawline were clearly defined and right now, the skin on his face was gaunt with worry and fatigue. The grey eyes that stared back at him had a guarded and weary look, the depths dangerously rippling like quicksilver beneath a veneer of gunmetal. He ran a hand through his near-shoulder-length hair - hair which he was certain was turning white - and collected the bundle into one hand and pushed it to the side as he looked at his shoulder in the mirror. The Dark Mark stood out in stark contrast to his alabaster pale body, an ever-present reminder of his past and present. Even paler lines snaked around various parts of his slender Quidditch-toned body like a tangle of slender vines and he traced one line that ran diagonally down his entire back with a feeling of detachment, the the emotions associated with it long since frozen and buried. Potter might have paid the price with the loss of his parents before he could remember them... but sometimes... It's better to never have known them at all. A stray drop of salty and bitter liquid streaked down his cheek and he closed his eyes momentarily to block out the images. Having enough of self-reflections, he dried himself off and changed clothes and got ready for bed. Sleep, however, was the last thing on his mind. His mind was filled with too many memories and his heart ached from the associated memories. He knew if he went to sleep in this state, he'd be sure to have nightmares. Recalling what he had told Danika earlier about star gazing on the Quidditch field at night, he decided upon a perfect way to occupy his time. He changed clothes again, grabbed a broom and something else he had borrowed from the Quidditch supply closet, a bag full of various items he had pilfered from classrooms - mostly pieces of parchment and quills, shrugged into his cloak, and slipped out of the school and headed to the Field. Once outside the school, he mounted the broom and soared off towards the Field, unable to constrain the quiet laugh of delight and elation at the sensation of flying and freedom. He paued in his flying to drop off his supplies in the middle of the field and then took off again for the skies. It had been a little while since he had had the chance to really fly, seeing as how the Manor's backyard wasn't very big, and he was a little rusty. But it wasn't long before the broom became an extension of himself - regardless of the fact that it was old and out-of-date - and his old Seeker senses were reawakened. Hovering in the middle of the field, he grinned and dug into his pocket and pulled out a practice Snitch and released it to the air. The Snitch hovered in front of him in an almost curious manner as if sizing him up, then as if recognizing him, it shot off and away like a streak of golden lightning. Grey eyes hardening into a smoky silver as they narrowed, he smirked and took off after the golden Snitch. The Snitch would be his once again. At least some things were worth remembering... Fred woke up to Tonks loud snores. He kept his eyes closed trying his best to tune her out...no luck. THen the door bell rang downstairs and Fred's curiosity of who was calling that early in the morning over took his need for sleep. Jumping up, he ran out to the landing. His father answered the door...."Good Morning Severus.." Fred grinned big and ran back inside. "George..get up get up...."he said shaking his brother. "Sevvy baby is downstairs....and you know what that means..." George seemed to be awake now...so Fred started dressing quickly. George rolled out of bed much more quickly than normal and began to get dressed. He pulled out a set of fairly new black robes, knowing they were about his best bet for matching any DE. Casting a look at the still sleeping Tonks, George quickly stuffed his bed to look as if he were still there, then made sure that Fred had done the same. "I hope you have an idea for a mask later," George grunted at his brother before hurrying out of the room and down the hall. They needed to time this right, or Snape would know to look for them. __________________ Graphics made by Loki