A Thorn-Torn Soul of Thunder Weeps For the Rain
Chapter
6
Flowers
Don't Bite / Oddnesses
“I don’t know
why you insist on giving the slaves breaks. They’re slaves, they should
be
grateful they
get anything from us at all.” Sultry, annoyed Pansy lay herself out on
a black
velvet lounge,
biting down sulkily on her lip. Her hand held a metal goblet containing
some
strong dark
red alcohol. She swirled it around before gulping some of it.
“Don’t give
yourself a nosebleed.” Draco looked out of the rain-spattered windows and
on to the
garden, where a figure in a white shift was walking about almost aimlessly.
“I
don’t think
walking in the middle of a storm is much of a break.”
“What are you,
the Slave Liberation Army or something?” Pansy cried, trowing her goblet
across the
room. “You. are. the. DARK LORD. You have ultimate power over everyone.”
“No shit sherlock. Power over everyone. That includes you. So sod off retard.”
Pansy got up and narrowed her eyes at Draco.
“You don’t
scare me.” She placed a kiss that reeked of wine on his lips. “Dragon.”
She
left, kicking
the house elf that stood at the doorway. The elf immediately began banging
his head on
the frame of the door. Draco rolled his eyes and started singing softly
to
himself.
“No-one loves me, every bo-dy hates me-ee I think I’ll go eaaaat worms.”
Another glance
out the window showed him Hermione flicking water over the edge of the
pond with
bare toes. Fastening his heavy black cloak, Draco exited the manor by the
long
cold stone
staircase and went down to the garden.
“She sells
sea-shells by the sea-shore...” He plucked a blossom from an obliging plant,
and strode
purposefully over to Hermione. Draco reached out and placed a hand on
her back.
She recoiled
from his touch, almost falling into the dim waters of the pond. Remembering
the last time
she’d seen him with a flower in hand, Hermione moved away from him.
“Don’t be scared.
Flowers don’t bite.” He whispered, his breath creating little puffs of
whiteness
in the cold air. He twirled the soft blue flower in his fingers, before
lifting it up in
a gesture
that could have either been him breathing in its honey-like scent or him
brushing
the dew-drop
petals with his lips. From lowered eyelids he looked up at her, almost
with
a kitten-like
innocence. Hermione felt a strange sickness in her stomach. It was the
result
of either
not having enough to eat or the way he looked at her or the fact that it
was HIM
in general.
In a surprisingly
gentle manner, he held out the flower to her. She eyed it with
a weary caution.
No thorns. The stem was smooth and green. Hermione found herself
reaching out
and taking it. Once she held it in her own hand, Draco looked at her once
more with
his glacial-blue eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of his perfectly
shaped
pale pink
lips, before walking off towards the woods beyond the garden.
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