Notes: Well here's chapter 5 and we're back with Draco. Sorry it took so long I took a trip to Otakon and visted my friends. I also bought a stack of manga I'm still reading through. This chapter is 850 words. They seem to be getting longer. ^_^ Disclaimer at the bottom of the page, basically I don't own the Harry Potter characters.
By: agentgrrrl (email: agentgrrrl@yahoo.com)
//I was depressed. Now I'm just mad.//
Draco tossed all of the objects from the meeting onto his bed. He yanked closed the curtains cutting off any conversation Crabbe and Goyle might have started.
Throwing himself down on the bed, he hoped for sleep, only the soft comforter failed to ease his predicament. Someone turned the lights off.
//Damn it, if only I had a week or two more, I might, might have been able to think of something. Anything. Even tossing myself to Potter and trying to explain THIS would be better than bringing even a small bit of Voldemort here.//
Draco opened an eye to the darkness of his room and pulled out his wand. "Lumos."
Light flooded his bed and illuminated THE book. Its faded red cover taunted him. Another road bump avoided. Now, there were no more excuses he could give his father.
'You will have to follow orders sometime Draco. You won't be a kid forever, able to run from your duties. You will have to learn some responsibility. You WILL make me proud, son.'
//Shut up, Dad!//
//I'm weary of this already and nothing has happened.//
It was late and yet he had things to do. He could feel a headache forming.
Without sitting up Draco reached between the edge of his mattress and the headboard, and searching around he pulled out a pouch. With a murmured command the pouch's sharp teeth opened and he retrieved his father's letters from inside of it.
He waited, laying there feeling the weight of his task. He wished to just fall asleep and be weightless, carefree, if only for a brief unmeasurable amount of time.
Draco sighed and sat up, opening the letter. He returned his attentions to the objects, sorting them into groups following his father's instructions.
//Sean is getting bolder.//
He paused holding the book, trying not to chuck the damn thing into a burning fire.
//Sean should NOT have been able to find me a summoning book or should've at least have had the decency to get caught.// Draco sighed. //When I need them to be competent what do they do? Bicker and fight BUT when I need them to screw up... they improvise and succeed.//
//With my luck he's probably always had this damn book. I should've asked Pansy to get the stupid book. She would have botched the job.// Draco rubbed his eyes feeling sleep claw at him.
//I'm not thinking straight, tonight.// He looked at the book again.
//I couldn't have asked Pansy the get this book. Everyone would have thought that I was crazy... or stupid to ask her to get such a well protected item from the library. She probably had trouble getting the korth leaves without making a spectacle of herself. And no one watches over them. At least Sean is smart.//
//Too damn smart.//
//And creepy. I wish he wouldn't stare at me the whole meeting.//
Draco glared at the book feeling his anger flare as he pondered the meeting. //He's not afraid of me like the others, nor does he respect me, I need to watch out for him. He's still trying to usurp my role as the leader. I can't really sabotage Voldemort's plans if I'm just a lackey.//
Draco remembered the hard piercing stare Sean had leveled at him during the argument over attacking the school.
//It WOULD be the perfect time to attack.// Even Draco didn't deny that.
//That's why I waited so long to send them out for the items. It's TOO perfect, even if Potter is protected and even if Voldemort can't physically enter Hogwarts. The chance is too good to pass up.//
//I don't want Voldemort to succeed.//
Draco shivered. Voldemort would be coming here.
//I'll have to see him again.//
Draco reached out trying to busy his worried mind and snagged a blue book from a pile on his bed. He opened it and pressed his fingers to the paper reciting an enchantment. He felt a quick prick of pain as the book drew a drop of blood, and then a portal opened up on the pages of the book, showing a small storage space within.
Draco sucked the wounded finger as he put the summoning book and the other items inside the storage space, still keeping them in their sorted piles.
//I'm running out of time and options. What am I going to do?//
Draco shook his head when no answer came and closed the portal.
//I should have asked for help while I still could.//
But he quickly turned on his own thoughts, angry with himself. //I don't need their help! I'll think of something.//
Draco rubbed his temples and took off his robe, discarding it on the bed. He crawled under the comforter, the fuzzy warmth itching along his body doing nothing to free him of his turbulent thoughts.
"Nox." He murmured and the light extinguished leaving him in darkness.
Sleep crept in on Draco but before he went under he pondered his precarious position.
//I'm too proud for my own good.// He conceded.
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. (it's true)