Darkening Skies
Nothing is the same now, things seem almost boring to me, no matter what I'm doing, or even who I am doing since my decision, nothing has the same flair. The classes drag, the days all morphing into the same, the only class that brings me even the tiniest bit of something other than the thing churning within my veins is potions and I'm not exactly sure why, I've always hated the class. To make it worse, I'm notoriously bad at potions in general. Snape's least favourite student on account that I tend to not be able to create the simplest of potions without some malfunction. Then there's that weird obsession he has for me sort of like Malfoy but with less desire in his eyes. Slughorn doesn't make it any better pairing us off with Slytherins and of course I have my favourite plaything.
Today's potion is draught of the living dead. We work in silence or rather I stand in silence behind while Malfoy actually creates the potion rather than letting me turn it into something it really should be, while continuously muttering under his breath thinking I can't hear him. Truthfully I wasn't paying attention to anything he said but couldn't help myself from leaning down towards him just a fraction, inhaling the spearmint and expensive cologne
“You know my ears work just fine sweetheart” I mutter, The boy is basically sitting on me at this point trying to get to the cauldron. The eyeroll I received was almost audible but I could see the pretty pink blush creeping up his neck. But none of that stopped the blonde from pressing up against me, his arse nestling back into me as he tried to complete the potion. My interest was now snagged on the plump backside he had managed to nestle against my crotch. I leant forward resting my head next to his ear, my chin brushing against the sensitive spot where his neck net his shoulders
“My my Malfoy, eager aren't we?” My voice barely a whisper in the room filled with noise. I've decided that this is my new favourite game, riling Malfoy up but not in the way that we’re so used to, no this is far more amusing than arguing with the petite blonde. I grab a handful of something, honestly I don't know what it was and dump it into Malfoys cauldron before gripping his hips and pulling him back into me, allowing him to feel exactly what he’s been pressing against. The pretty pink blush creeping dangerously towards his face now as I whispered.
“Do you want me Malfoy?” I had barely time to graze my teeth along his earlobe when there was a relatively large bang, Shrugging I barely registered the green and purple flames flickering out of the cauldron before us. As mentioned before, notoriously bad at potions, only part of that is because I don't pay attention to what I'm doing. My eyes stayed trained on the expressions flickering along his features, confusion was definitely there and the outrage that I had likely just caused his cauldron to begin melting? Well that's new.
It was barely a minute till Slughorn came flapping over to us, wand at the ready and while all eyes were trained on the professor, I gripped Draco's chin, smirking at the way he went limp ran my hand up his back behind the professor, My hand resting dangerously low on his hip as I said
“Be a good boy and don't tell daddy”
I didn't give him a chance to respond before dropping his chin, and walking right back out the doors and into the cool courtyard air.
I moved quickly, not really knowing where I was going, not before I ended up in front of the room of requirement again. I had abandoned the place after Sirius had died, and the order disbanded, never coming back to check on the room at all. Now standing in front of it, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. Sitting peacefully in the middle of the room was a new training dummy, nothing else. No benches, no rooms, just a blank slate with a dummy sitting there. Looking back I couldn't tell you what my reasoning for going in there was but something was calling me. Almost dragging me into that room, something deep within me some part of the greyness was calling to me. Like calls to like after all, and once I stood there I knew exactly what had called me into the room.
I gripped my wand in my right hand and removed my cloak with my left, dropping it onto the floor with a flourish that even Sirius would have been jealous of. I took up my stand.
With barely a thought green light blistered across the room and in a shower of smoke and sparks the dummy was no more.
But just like that the thing coiling deep in the fissure that had broken clean open when Sirius fell through the veil slithered out. The thing with the room of requirement is that time moves differently here, things that seem to take hours could merely be minutes outside of the room. Maybe that's why I don't notice the plethora of spells that would turn snapey-wapey grey come spiralling out of me. I couldn't even tell you where I learnt them, maybe I had always known them and just refused to acknowledge it. I couldn't tell you. I can tell you that when the smoke had dissipated I was dripping in sweat, my shirt had been discarded hours earlier or what felt like hours earlier and I stood observing the carnage before me. Staring at the broken room, I tried to feel something akin to shame considering the damage but all I could feel was proud and powerful. Maybe this is what Mouldy is talking about when he says that people only want power? I have no idea but the feeling is intoxicating. I do nothing but smile at myself as I lean to collect my shirt and wipe the sweat off my brow. The mirror seemingly came away unscathed, walking towards it, the shirt forgotten and balled up in my hand. I stood staring at someone staring back. I know that it is me, if only for the scar I'm tracing on my forehead, nothing else is the same. There's a darkness to my eyes so instead of looking like a pickled toad? Or at least that's how Ginny described them years ago they look more like the colour of a forest in summer, My glasses don't exist on my face anymore and I'm a lot more lean muscle than I have ever been. My unruly hair splaying over my face and clinging to the sweat. I roll my shoulders not being able to look away from the muscle that I had acquired without really noticing. Some-how looking at myself in this mirror, I look more like Sirius than I had any right to be considering he was my godfather and of no actual relation to me. Maybe it's just wishful thinking, maybe somewhere my dad was related to him, purebloods and their weird thing for inbreeding?
I look back at the shirt in my hand and decide to slide it over my skin, not bothering to button it up as I haphazardly throw the tie around my throat, not bothering to hide behind my clothes the way I did as a child. With a feeling i couldn't quite place i turned from the mirror, waved my wand clearing a path through the destruction and walked back through the doors that lead me into this room, hoping the room would fix itself so i could come back with the intent to destroy it again
Of course leaving the room of requirement the outside world had only moved maybe an hour? I stalk back up to the common room with the only intent to shower and redress in time for dinner. What is it about magic that makes me so hungry? The shower was quick and before I knew it I was sauntering back down to the great hall, robes discarded in favour of another white shirt, the tie that's not really a tie just thrown on, essentially the uniform without the robes and jumpers. My wand stuck in the back pocket of trousers as I pushed the doors open. Of course it makes the loudest noise known to mankind, well not quite as loud as Malfoy and his whining but close enough, this then means that every set of eyes at dinner proceeded to stare at me. Instead of shrinking away I rolled my shoulders again and scanned the room. Ron and Hermione sat so sweetly together at the house table but somehow it didn't feel right to sit with them knowing the state that I had left the room of requirement in. I knew they would understand or at least Hermione would, Ron somehow has this image of me that does not fit with anything at all other than his weird idolisation of me, or is it my money? Instead I scanned the room for my favourite game, He sat with his eyes glued to my chest a blush creeping up from his at the Slytherin table, He hadn't noticed me spot him and I'm not sure his friends would of been much use at this point since my decision was already made. Today I dine in green.
I may or may not have moved slowly, soaking up the attention as I made my way to the table, winking at Hermione on my way down so she’d at least try to explain to Ron as I plonked myself down opposite Draco Malfoy. I said nothing as the hall erupted. I simply stared at what looked to be a rabbit in headlights. I said nothing still as the chatter began and the Slytherins looked me over like I was something to eat. No, I haven't decided if it was in a good sort of way. I simply stared at Malfoy, watching his emotions register on his face at my intrusion. Once things quieted enough for the spoken word to be heard I picked up a green apple and without moving my eyes from Draco’s I bit into it. Watching him redden and go wide eyed at it before he somehow managed to stutter something about potions class at me.
“Sorry what?” I asked
“You broke my cauldron!” I’m not sure what I was expecting. In less than a second his face went from something sweet to the snarl I'm so used to, as he began his tirade of insults and screaming about the cauldron?
“That cauldron cost more than you can imagine Potter!” Was pretty much the only thing I heard, So I simply continued to eat the apple, licking the drops of juice off my chin as I went. Watching Draco's eyes follow my tongue with each swipe of my lips. I let him finish his little rant which actually was adorable to watch the colours on his face change the more mad he got before I said anything else.
“So bill me Malfoy” I spoke loud enough so that I wasn't misheard but not loud enough apparently since his response was to screech “what” at an octave Hedwig would of been able to hear from the owlery
“I said bill me” I shouted back at him, my hands slamming into the table watching the cutlery shake from the impact. I hadn't noticed the silence in the hall until his pretty pale face turned a beet red. Then I heard it, or rather didn't hear it,
That right there was the money maker, if I had a camera I would have savoured the moment every second of every day. Mouth hanging open, face beet red and eyes alive with something that's not quite hatred as I smirked at the blonde from across the table. I stood, leant forward and gently touched my index finger to his chin, pressing lightly; closing his mouth, I murmured just loud enough for him to catch
“Best close that pretty little mouth Malfoy or I might get the wrong idea” before winking at Theodore Nott who had quite clearly heard me and walking away from the table, away from the great hall and away from the remnants of who I used to be.