Chapter 40
It did not really take long before Draco was seemlessly blending with the rest of the Slytherins once again, his title as the Prince still as in tact as ever. None had even tried to rise up to the occasion as the Prince of Slytherin, and Draco was quite glad that even in his absence, at least some of his house knew when to draw their own lines in the sand with what they were supposed to do. He took a deep breath in, and another out as he hastily bound the note in an envelope. It had only taken a few days. Talking with Pansy had been easier than he had previously believed, and it was not hard to realize that his attempts to avoid the Slytherin house, whilst not entirely on purpose considering he was just trying to give Blaise the cold shoulder, had definitely caused some tensions between even other people in the house. It was interesting to realize just how much power that the Prince of Slytherin had when it came to interhouse relations. It was not something that was obvious to those on the outside, but Draco himself had not quite realized just how much power that the title had held, he certainly did now, though, and was more than willing to use it to his fully advantage.
He had to ensure that Blaise was more than aware of just how wrong he had been, to dare interfere with his personal life. It was simply out of the question. Whilst ousting him from the house was a good start, it was not enough, Draco was more than aware of that. While he did care greatly for his former friend, he had also gone way overboard in his pathetic attempts to 'help' him. Such attempts had also been entirely unwarranted and unwanted. It had led to great contention between what Draco had needed or wanted, and it definitely was crossing a line.
So he had begun slowly. He did not want Blaise to realize what he had planned, of course, and so he had to begin slowly, and steadily. He did. At first it was really subtle, and simple. Just a few missing books, some lost scrolls of parchment. Draco was not nearly done, though not with just that. They soon began to upgrade to missing robes and socks, homework went missing leading to his grades dropping slightly-not too much, Slytherin did have a reputation to uphold after all, and they could not be having one of their own getting bad grades to rival the house of Gryffindors. Slytherins did take quite a bit of pride in maintaining status, after all, and barring RavenClaw, they continually had some of the best grades every year. Even with that stupid Granger helping her house it had not been enough to dim Slytherins' spot. Between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, it was usually a rather close spot. Slytherin had a tendancy to win the house of the best grades, mostly because Ravenclaws did not have the same desire of application of knowledge, merely the pursuit of it. Something which Draco had never quite understood, but did not bother to dwell on as long as it did not affect him in some way.
After orchestrating a few plots which landed Blaise in detention, Draco felt that he was going rather quickly, so he had eased the Slytherins off the boy a bit. Just for a little while. Draco would have them continue later, but for now, it was important to him to allow Blaise to fall into a sense of false security. It would make things all the more enjoyable. While, yes, perhaps he was being a bit overly cruel, but he did not care much either. As much as he may have cared for Blaise in the past, he had broken his trust, and such a thing was not easily given back. The idiot had yet to even apologize, or express immense remorse for his actions. Draco would not let up until the other was on his knees and begging him.
A bit...sadistic perhaps, but Draco was his father's son after all, there was more than just looks that ran through the genetic code. He glanced down at the letter he was about to send off. It was to his father. He did not know if it would even get to him, and he had not informed Severus of his intention, knowing the other would try and talk him out of it. Or who knew, perhaps Severus would allow it, Draco did not really know, but he knew better than to take a chance when it came to Severus. His godfather had dealt with a lot of things, and he did not think that he would be overly pleased to knew that Draco was actively attempting communication of his own free will.
It was just...it felt wrong...not to. Barring that, if Draco did refuse to contact his father at all, even through an attempt that very well may not work, he knew that once Lucius was free, things would just be far worse off than if he had just sucked it up and dealt. He knew his father, and while he did not doubt that Severus knew his father far better than even Draco, he also knew that Severus' dealings with his father were a lot more wound up than his own. Besides, it was routine at this point, sending the letters to his father. It would just feel weird if he did not at least try.
He stood and briskly walked out of the dorm room. He heard Pansy call for him but he just cut her a shut up glare and turned and continued his way towards the owlrey.
This was a good choice. Perhaps not the right one, and depending on the person it was a rather idiotic decision. Yet, Draco knew that his father, assuming that the letter reached him, would be less likely to stew in anger assuming that Draco made the effort to keep into contact. He may not be able to be as open in his letters as he would normally, but that was of little consequence. Draco was rarely fully open in anything but the letters he sent his mother, and even then...he often held things back.