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Post by elvishbanana2 on Jul 23, 2011 16:44:42 GMT -5
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"The temptation of the dark arts is...euphoric. My father once said that some of the spells you can cast make you feel almost sexual in nature. It's fools who don't understand that. Fools and blood traitors, with a black and white mind when it comes to light and dark spells. Whether a spell is light or dark should be defined by the intention of the user. Ministry fools."
Diana nodded. She understood perfectly. The Ministry was paranoid about the Dark Arts- anyone using spells they classified as “dark” was instantly shunned and disliked. ”Those who are too narrow-minded to explore alternative solutions do not deserve the benefits,” she said. ”They fear what they do not understand, which, in the case of fools, blood traitors, and Mudbloods, is a great deal.”
Her confusion about his not having a date already made him make a small noise. If it had been anyone else, Diana might have called it a snort. As it came from Draco Malfoy, however, she classified it as a sniff. ”Why should I allow someone not of my status, or in fact anywhere near my status, to lay their hands on me? I only like the best. Beautiful things. And such.” She blinked, her breath gone. He asked me! she thought, shocked. He says he only likes the best, and beautiful things. And he asked me! Am I really that beautiful? That’s just typical, isn’t it? The girl who can’t see what she looks like ends up a beauty. Oh, the irony… A curiosity awoke in Diana, one that had been buried under the surface for two years. She wished she could know what she looked like, wished she could see her own face. It was a vain, inconsequential desire- but in burned in her nonetheless. What do I look like? she wondered. Diana was flattered, almost ecstatic about his words. Until…
She’d stuck her foot in her own mouth. What an idiot she was.
”I don't jest around social matters, Hunter. It was a serious question: whether you would wish to accompany me... but if you wish to throw this in my face and bite back, using harsh words and family insults, then you can expect me to retaliate. Thank you.”
She closed her eyes, fighting tears of frustration. It wasn’t what she meant. ”No, please,” she begged, pleading him to stay. ”It’s not that I… that is, I’d love…” she trailed off, uncertain of how to form her words adequately. After a moment, she took a deep breath. ”I said some horrible things to you, Draco, and I insulted your family, and I sided with a group of idiotic, hotheaded Gryffindors against a member of my own House. That kind of betrayal… I didn’t think it possible to be forgiven. I would consider it the highest of honors to accompany you- but after what I said, I didn’t think you would so much as consider it seriously. Please forgive me- both for not believing the seriousness of your request, and for my ghastly manners in insulting your family.”
Diana was nearly crying. Her eyes felt very wet- half of the reason she’d closed them was too keep Draco from seeing just how close she was to breaking down. She’d only felt her heart beat this quickly once before, and it had ultimately ended in disaster. I like him she though miserably. I like him a lot. He’s one of the only people who ever treated me like everyone else. I don’t feel blind around Draco. Merlin, why is this always so dratted difficult? She hoped fervently that he would accept her apology- if he refused, if he brushed her off (which she supposed he had every right to do) Diana knew she would not be able to stop herself from running away.
She didn’t want to admit it, but there was another problem as well. A jade green problem, a problem that smelled like cedar and lavender. A problem she had done her very best to avoid for the past two years. Diana pushed him out of her head. She was done with him. Done with everything about him. Done with cheering for him at Quidditch matches, done with letting him take her arm and guide her through the hallways, done with playing his favorite songs and being miserable when he was away. Done with it all.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 24, 2011 6:14:09 GMT -5
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"Fear is a weakness," he quoted, inclining his head once more. Unfortunately it was a weakness which Draco Malfoy culd not rid himself of...but he would not think of why. Not if he wanted to manage not to fall back into the spiral of pictures and dreams of what might be happening to provoke such fear within him. He was a coward, after all. A true snake - one much more likely to curl up and hide rather than fight or draw negative attention to himself. Over the years he had managed to make it so that his actions, while clearer his, could never be proved to be so. It was wonderful, that skill. And certainly useful to manipulate others, like this occasion.
Seduction though, was another class of art, and one he was becomming much more comfortable with using. The way his words and his motions could reduce others to crawling along the ground behind him, snivelling and crying and willing to do whatever he wanted...seduction granted the same response of fear. Only Draco got more out of it himself.
This was a very interesting experiment, if it could be called an experiment - this altercation mixed with discussion and a hint of flirting he was undergoing with the girl. The results only backed up his theory about seduction...no smile was on his face but he was certainly laughing inside as the girl began to beg and plead. It was thrilling that he could get that sort of response without dirtying himself by touching people. He loved it. The words she uttered did not mean anything. Apologies could be faked, as could ways of saying those apologies. Perhaps he should just turn away now and go and spend his time with more worthwhile things...
But Draco Malfoy could not turn up to a social occasion alone. And her eyes were ever so enchanting.
"Thank you for your apology," he murmered softly, easing a tone of truth into his words. As though he was accepting it, which of course, he wasn't. Yet. Perhaps in a few hours he might. "And it was more the fact that you sided with Potter rather than you insulted my family, but both were almost unforvable. But I will forget it. It's behind. Do you wish to attend this dance, then?"
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Post by elvishbanana2 on Jul 24, 2011 7:56:39 GMT -5
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”Thank you for your apology.”
She could have wept with relief. Diana could have stomached the promise of revenge from almost anyone- but coming from the liquid-like silver and blue and green aura with edges as sharp as glass… Trying to do so surreptitiously, Diana wiped her eyes. There was truth in his voice, and a softness she had not expected to find.
”And it was more the fact that you sided with Potter rather than you insulted my family, but both were almost unforgiveable.”
Thank Merlin for the “almost”, she thought. But who’s Potter? That awful boy James wasn’t in the room- or was he? I remember… I remember that Sirius Black- and I think also there was a Gryffindor girl, what was her name- and there was Harry. Could Potter have been there? It’s possible- he and Black are inseparable, so they say. But why would James Potter be worse than any other Gryffindor? She knew, of course, that James Potter was an insufferable, immature boy who was far too happy about being in Gryffindor, and she knew any self-respecting Slytherin would dislike him- but why the Head Boy posed such a problem to Draco, she had no idea. Diana pushed her mind back. What was Harry’s last name? His aura was a dark scarlet color, very fuzzy and blurred around the edges so all she could see of him was a basic oblong shape- but he still had one of the auras. Sirius and the Gryffindor girl were like all the rest- they had no colors at all. Diana’s mouth tightened almost imperceptibly as she spoke, but she let it pass. Her questions could keep until she was more certain where she stood with the silver boy.
”But I will forget it. It’s behind. Do you wish to attend this dance, then?”
This time, Diana managed to keep her composure. She smiled at him, weighing her options. She knew how to decline gracefully, of course- it was one of the most valuable skills any pure-blood woman learned. But on such short notice, and by the fact that Draco considered most of the Hogwarts girls beneath him, he would have trouble finding another date. She liked him, and if she was totally honest with herself, she might admit that she had something of a crush on the silver flyboy. She ought to have been delighted. And she was, except…
Again, jade green flashed behind her eyes, and she caught the faintest hint of cedar and lavender in the air. Eli. The memory didn’t come without a grain of salt- their relationship hadn’t ended on the best of terms. But Eli had begun to act so protective, sheltering her in ways that she did not like. The same anger that had so often seized her two years ago gripped her heart for an instant, and she made up her mind.
”You would do me a very great honor,” she said, her voice quiet but firm. ”I would love that.”
Excitement and shock flooded her system at her own words. She had a date! And what was more, it was Draco Malfoy, whom she’d heard at least a dozen or so other girls mooning over. He’d asked her to go to the Halloween Masquerade, when he could have asked anyone he liked and gotten a “yes”. A small, slightly shocked smile crept its way onto Diana’s face. The Masquerade wasn’t just a chance to go out with Draco Malfoy, either- it was a public display of freedom, of her ability to do anything normal girls could. She could get a date, and she could dance with the best of them, and what was more, she would.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 24, 2011 12:18:02 GMT -5
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But having a boy wrapped around his finger might be more beneficial. After all, he was a slight boy himself, not exactly the biggest or the strongest, or sure of his position in Slytherin house. He would have to consider that plan in ore depth, later on. For now, he had a pretty date to the ball and a mind to play with as he wished. Unless she decided to act all touch and cutting, like before. He did hope not.
Diana did appear to be a girl who analysed everything very thoroughly, but Draco could not complain. Not only was thinking of their names quite an appealing past time (Draco and Diana, a rather pretty combination if he did say so himself), but the emotions which flickered across her face (which would most likely be unseeable to most other students; those not raised by Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy) were an entertaining show in themselves. Still, he did not smirk. Part of him was sure that she had noticed before.
And she was pretty, in a way. Her eyes...they were beautiful. He did love beautiful things.
You would do me a very great honor. I would love that.
The vocal agreement which he had pretty much known to be coming (he was a self assured bastard, after all...though there had, admittedly, been more than a faint hint of doubt on the matter) was not much of a suprise, but it was nice to hear. He smiled, sitting up slightly straighter and tucking his legs further beneath him to balance more elegantly before her. "Good..." he said, his voice little more than a breath of air (seduction, what a delightful game), "I'm...glad to hear it. I will...see you later, then?"
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