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Post by abbott on Jul 15, 2011 2:23:43 GMT -5
seasonschangewiththescenery Weaving time in a tapestry
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] WON'T YOU REMEMBER ME? | | [atrb=width,240] Apparently some things simply didn’t change regardless of time that had passed. This class was one of those things, granted the face of the professor who was teaching it obviously had changed it wasn’t Professor Burbage who in Hannah’s opinion was one of the nicest easy-going professors who taught at Hogwarts all you had to do was ‘keep an open mind’, Professor Burbage didn’t force students to agree with her in fact she tended to favor those students who could make logical arguments for their pure blood beliefs.
Even though the faces had changed around the classroom the feel of it didn’t.. There were still some Slytherin’s sleeping in the back and note passing to the left of her and scattered all around were the few that were honestly paying attention to the debate that was going on between The Professor and a Slytherin who was content in spewing his narrow-minded hatred for all that were willing to listen.
Hannah was rather amused to find that boy had managed to say the Filthy Mudblood’s 7 times in the past three minutes; she thought it was a record, as normally the professor who to taught Muggle Studies wouldn’t allow that word in her classroom. This professor though seemed to have little class control, she didn’t do a thing to stop the boy’s ranting, even when it got personal and he started saying some offensive things about the class and her teaching.
Well this is getting ridiculous. Hannah thought she had begun to feel irritated with the scene the boy was one thing, but listening to his nonsensical ranting for the next Forty minute was just something that she wasn’t willingly going to do.
As the boy carried on about how his Father suggested that all Muggle’s be swept up into camps and forced to work as slave labor for the Magical world. Hannah boiled over and proceeded to do what the professor’s refused to do.
“ Yes, that is truly lovely Delusion that you fantasize over, but that is all it is. Your fantasy, In the Real World there are no Muggle work camps, and no you can’t ride the fat ones as beasts of burden. You are aware that they still govern about 90% of the world around you, Right? So un-less you plan on rotting in your family’s wizarding town, you will need to learn how to blend in, so you won’t make the muggle’s headlines doing something stupid like any of the things you recently suggested. So Sit down and shut the F______________________________”
Well She wasn’t sure exactly from where that silencing charm came from but it was evident that the Slytehrin could read lips, because before she could tell him exactly what he could do with his views, she found herself on the receiving end of a rather painful stinging curse. It seemed to escape the Slytherin’s attention and perhaps the professor’s attention that you didn’t need the ability to speak to send a hex at someone, but that little detail was only overlooked for as long as it took for a boil the size grapefruit that sang ‘I’m a little Tea pot’ as it swelled on that boy’s nose.
Hannah Granted the Slytherin’s boy wishes as he didn’t have to finish the class instead he spent the better part of the day recovering from the boil that had exploded. Hannah on the other hand not only got 20 points deducted from her house and three days of detention in which she would spend cleaning the potions closet of out dated materials.
As she left the Headmaster’s office she found herself pondering if he had honestly removed a level of skin from her back-end with words alone, or was it a figment of her imagination. In all honesty Hannah didn’t see how the day could get much worse than it had already gotten.
However, as she escaped turned the corner and headed down out to court-yard she found that Things could always get worse all you need do is add the equation of a boy like Draco Malfoy and even the happiest day of your life would proceed to shine less brightly.
In an effort to curb her current misfortune of luck she proceeded to attempt to blend in to her surrounds, sadly her surrounds included the Ice clad courtyard and tree and basically nothing else but a few stubborn birds. Taking a seat on the marble bench lowered her head. Hannah silently prayed he would just drift by without notice, after all he was normally good at that.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 15, 2011 8:10:58 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(); width: 345px; height: 265px; border:3px dashed slategray; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em; opacity: 0.9;]between heaven and hell THE MEANING OF THIS HAS BEEN LOST IN TRANSLATION No, not much was different in this place. Not as much as one would expect if they had been told that one morning they would wake up how ever many years in the past as he had done. Everyone here was just the same. Purebloods and the elite were still lording over the mudbloods as they could by right of their birth, and the gryffindors were still a load of irritating bastards. To put it politely. To say it more as Draco wished to would involve a number of curses which would make the skin peel back from their bones and their eyes to burst in they skull.
His fingers twitched to reach for his wand at the thought.
But alas, unlike the harmless jinxes, hexes and spells he had been able to cast back home, he could not even do that now. Not because of the fact that he could get into trouble, for which he would always be able to talk his way out of it again, as before, but because of the fact that his standing in slytherin was...near to non-existant. It was difficult for one to make such a thing when his name was, of course, in high regard, but already being used by a boy who looked far too similar to Draco. Just...taller. And more dominating. How he cursed his mother for that.
So as it was, whenever the other students went off in lessons, the meaningless gryffindors lording it over those who they had no right to and being oh so bleeding righteous...he could do nothing but sneer and snipe back at them. Which was good enough, but six years of reputation building, making a name for himself as a boy who was more than able to make even the toughest of Slytherin's cry from his words, flown away in one instant...that was hard to bring it back up.
And it was irritating that he even had to try. He was a Malfoy. Malfoy's should not have to work their way up through the ranks of the elite house of snakes. They position at the top should be a given. He hated that about this place. But how could he had this place when his mother was here. Alive and...safe. Not being tortured for his father's failings, not being killed. Safe. He could not throw that away. Family came first, despite what others thought about the Malfoy family. Family always took a step before reputation and standing. Always.
It was strange though, being alone as he walked from a lesson into his own free time. He was painfully aware that without the muscle and solid stature of Crabbe and Goyle he made a rather slight figure, even though he didn't stand much smaller than other male students his age. Not when he wore shoes such as the ones he had, at least. Expensive, of course. He may be in the wrong time, but Malfoy money had been stored for hundreds of years so he was not exactly lacking in anything along those lines, and helpful. For another thing, they also allowed him to strut just right.
He paused in one of the doorways leading into the courtyard, not having paid any attention to the crowds that he had passed, simply because his attention had finally been caught by someone. A familiar face, but familiar in the terms of someone from home, not just a figure he spent his time with here. The yellow and the black... A small sneer crept onto his pointed face as he moved towards the girl who, unless his powers of observation had been dimmed by an hour sat in a history of magic class (where the teacher was actually familiar, only...not a ghost this time, something he had been amused to realise), was trying to avoid being noticed. By him?
Wasn't that charming?
Not that he'd paid her any attention before. Irritating people such as her were only there as a source of amusement, he had discovered...after the anger which just the sight of her had enraged in him since second year and all of the stupid following. Not that the anger had lasted long, of course, because even irritating people lapping for his attention were welcome to prod at his ego. And now...well. Honestly, boredom was lapping at the hem of the tailored robe wrapped around him, and something had to elevate it.
It would be worth a try.
"Such a lovely little hat you have there. May I inquire as to how much it costed?" he inquired by way of greeting as soon as he was close enough. Not politely of course. He didn't have to be polite.
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Post by abbott on Jul 19, 2011 3:24:29 GMT -5
seasonschangewiththescenery Weaving time in a tapestry
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] WON'T YOU REMEMBER ME? | | [atrb=width,240] Hannah honestly hoped if she remained locked in place and didn’t move, than perhaps whatever had captured his attention would just disappear. Then, she could go back to only worrying about what molds and fungus could be found in the Potions Cabinet. She avoided eye contact like she had learned to do years ago, but the paranoid person he had reduced her too was looking with dread for the crop of Silver blond hair. Sadly to her horror she caught the confident strides that could only belong to Draco Malfoy.
Hannah knew that a year ago, the mere site of Draco Malfoy was enough to cause her to seek a new direction to where ever it was she was intended to go. That boy had seen her deny her the invitation for her Prefect badge her fifth year cause it meant running the risk of being forced to serve alongside of him on patrols. Avoidance when it came to Draco Malfoy was simply just a way of life; it meant that she had a lower risk of humiliation.
Well isn’t that just a kicker? She thought grimly as she silently cursed her rotten luck. Honestly of all days for him to not ignore her existence. I’ve been gone from his school for months. I doubt seriously he has even taken notice that I’m not in Potions or Runes anymore. Still here we are months later and now he takes notice of me.
Attempting to ignore him a bit longer she even went as far as to pivot in another direction to keep him from addressing her.. Sadly it didn’t work, as it seemed he was hell bent and determined to completely finish off her day in misery..
Slowly she pivoted towards him again and pulled the yellow and black cap from her blonde hair that was only a few shades darker than his.. Her blue eyes grew large as they looked over him with an open look of speculation and guarded curiosity. She opened her mouth to tell him that now wasn’t a good time and sadly nothing came out..
Her eyes widen in shock and for a moment she was angry thinking that he had somehow caused this.. Her eyes narrowed and her fingers flexed and reached for her wand when it dawned on her the reason for the loss of her voice, and to her annoyance it was something she couldn’t blame on Draco at all.
Lovely… I get a detention and NO voice while attempting to deal with Draco.. Her thoughts circled back to the professor who had hexed her. You ever scribble F-you on a piece of Parchment Lady? It Cleary doesn’t pack the same punch that saying it does.. She looked back at Draco and sighed thinking just when that day did she order the proverbial Sh*t doors open, by asking ‘how can this day get worse?’
Knowing that if she kept him waiting there, he would grow annoyed and whatever he had thought up would become ten times more cruel as his annoyance flared.. Her cheeks lit scarlet as she pulled her book bag off her shoulder and proceeded to pull a piece of parchment and quill. Balancing the ink pot along with her parchment on her knee she quickly but elegantly wrote out the following for him.
I don’t know.. Must we do this today.. It truly has been already a crap-tac-ular day without a little visit by you..
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 20, 2011 17:50:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(); width: 345px; height: 265px; border:3px dashed slategray; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em; opacity: 0.9;]between heaven and hell THE MEANING OF THIS HAS BEEN LOST IN TRANSLATION If it was a day in which some drastic cheering up measures were required, Draco Malfoy was a boy who would gain that from the pain of someone of a lesser position than him. Other people wouldn't of course, they would perhaps engage the lesser person in some tidbit filled conversation over absolutely nothing. Or, perhaps some easy bantering, following by a game of exploding snap or a similar such thing. But Draco was not like other people. Even he would admit that he was a bully, a boy who would gleefully stamp on the nose of another who was already down. Many reasons had been thrown around as to why the blonde Malfoy heir was such an unpleasent character towards those who were not worthy of his praise. Saying he was sad, or lonely, or more than once that he was fighting to gain the respect of a father who killed and tortured the animals which were muggles.
Those rumours had been a source of great amusement to Draco for about five minutes. After which, he ignored them. Unlike Pansy, and several other of his Slytherin friends (back home, not here), gossip was not something he bothered with unless he cultivated it himself.
The truth was that Draco (although sometimes sad and constantly trying to prove himself to remove that dissapointed expression from his father's face) simply got bored far too easily. And it was fun, using his actions to get oh so pretty reactions out of others. Flushed faces and nervous breathing was his current favourite, however (unless they were on a red headed Weasley, because then it was his favourite all of the time - there had been more than one running bet back home as to whether the Weasel's head would actually explode one day). But...Rage was a rather unfashionable thing at the moment, irritatingly. So who better to stave off some more boredom than the pestering little Hannah Abbott.
He was faintly suprised that he actually knew the whining little girls name.
Draco was not aware that she had been gone. He had been busy with his own life and with taunting other people, and she had never exactly been important in the first place. Just another face in the crowd which had once followed after him, piling him over with disgustingly written valentines and cheap, tacky little gifts. Which he had burnt, of course, but unfortunately, the muggle loving Dumbledore had forbidden, quite early on, burning other students. His father would not have been pleased if he had been expelled for setting fire to an irritating gang of stalkers in his second year. Living with it had to happen.
"I know that my presence is so awe-inspiring that you simply must stand around with an open mouth and a gormless expression rather like a fish, and I know that of course you are unable to react in any other way, but honestly. It is rather tiresome, you know." The blond boy said when the girls mouth fell open but not a word game out, rolling his grey eyes upwards in an exasperated look. An exasperated look which did not mean much, of course, due to the patented Malfoy smirk already residing on his aristocratic features. He did vanish the smirk when the girl started writing, simply leant over to read the words, before changing it. Into a small little pout, a strange expression, perhaps, but he had grown. Playing up the pout seemed to work in this time, for some reason. And he was awfully good at it. "What, I finally decide that I have time to spare for you, and you don't want it? I'm hurt."
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Post by abbott on Jul 22, 2011 6:36:11 GMT -5
seasonschangewiththescenery Weaving time in a tapestry
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It only took a few seconds to catch the gist of his opening statement. She of course out of habit when dealing with Draco only listened to a few things that he had to say. Selective hearing was something she could credit him for. She gave a long sigh and gave a dramatic roll of her eyes that hadn’t been used since listening to Professor Binns that morning..
Something’s simply didn’t change, Draco conversations with her were one of those things.. His words were primed and polished and sharpen just like any other weapon of choice. It was simply his intention to wound her. But it seemed years had not been kind to his arsenal of weaponry. The silver tongue devil she had once knew, was no more. In fact if anything he seemed rusted out and dull. Hell he was still swinging with the one thing he had against her.
A mistake that had occurred four years ago. That tragic day October 23, Little Hannah Abbott had done the un-thinkable. She had gone up to Draco in front of his little gaggle of friends and simply said what was on her mind. Sadly she had done it in a manner that he had just seconds ago described with eerie precession. It was the truth that she was once upon a time over the moon for him, and it showed as she looked at him with same fascination that someone would look at a figure craved of gold. Then of course she said the four little words that would make her existence difficult with him..
‘Draco.. Your Soooo handsome?’
Well the reaction that he proceeded to give her. Would have had most thinking that she had made a declaration of un-dying LOVE, and demanded that he take her hand in holy matrimony, or worse yet had suggested they do something un-decent. In all honesty it would have been so much better if he had just went and cruelly dashed her hopes then and there, Hell she probably wouldn't mind Crabbe and Goyle getting a giggle in display that was her personal humiliation.
Sadly no it wasn't just laughing that had taken place, Draco Malfoy was far too cruel to let something like that go without making an example of why people like her should never do things like that.. Nothing like prolonging her misery and allowing her to continue to hope, that he perhaps he saw her as something other than a some moron who sported yellow and black…
He simply gave that arrogant smirk (quite similar to the one that he had worn on his way to speak with her moments earlier) and he thanked her for her complement.. Then again at the time and place of the scene when your just budding at Thirteen, and the fact that some cute guy doesn’t spit on you might come across as appreciation.. Frankly she could not remember if he did actually say thank you… The truth of the scene morphed as she got older.. Right now she only remembered him looking un-comfortable as if he had gas and then running off with his friends in a fit of giggles, leaving her there pink cheeked and surround with onlookers most of which were Slytherin.
She really should have known better, but she sure as hell knew better now. Not another moment would she spend cowering away from him, because of a mistake that most girls in her year had made. She wasn’t about to make herself pay any longer because she was perhaps the only one in her house brave enough to act on such a deluded infatuation.
Hannah groaned as he made mentioned of her not wanting his time was hurting his feelings, or something like that. She didn’t need a nose to smell that amount of B.S. that he was shoveling. It is then that she realized something. With her annoyed groan she had discovered that she did have control of her voice again… Hannah wondered if the professor had simply lifted the curse moments ago, or was it something that wore off the moment you were far enough away from the classroom.
It had her curiosity, and it would be something open to her inspection and experiments come the following day.. However there was a time and a place for everything, and now her attention was on him.
Looking back at him her eyes wide, and her face purposely fixed to the kindest expression she could muster in his presence. Of course it was proving difficult, as she felt anything but sweet and kind. Tilting her head slightly, her lips pulled into a wide cheeky smile that brought out the dimples on her cheeks that rarely appeared, and with a voice lacquered in enough sweetness it could be dipped in honey she addressed him.
“Hurt?... Well it is a good thing you have the emotional capability of a cauldron cake than isn't it... Cause that means a narcissistic tool such as yourself can get un-hurt rather easily, and shove off pretty quickly then. Bye bye Draco, ohh and truly its been a pleasure getting a chance to speak with you.” And with that said she simply waved him off in a manner that one of his house mates would wave off an elf.
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 22, 2011 9:58:11 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(); width: 345px; height: 265px; border:3px dashed slategray; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em; opacity: 0.9;]between heaven and hell THE MEANING OF THIS HAS BEEN LOST IN TRANSLATION The girl was of little interest to him. Draco was, quite simply, more bored tha anything and spending time taunting the sweet little idiot was much more preferrable to being trapped alone with his thoughts. Plus, going to look for people was undignified for a Malfoy. Malfoy's should be the ones other's come to, the ones that others sought out without any second thoughts. He did not like the way this world had turned all of that on its head. It was not right.
Being able to sink back into the familiar routine of tauning the same girl who he would never let forget the embarrassing moment that had been entirely her fault, a moment which would only have been worse if she had taken it upon herself to send one of those romantic godblins in second year, like the littlest Weasel had done to saint Potter. Though...that would have been much more entertaining to taunt about.
He had noticed previously, during the rather unpleasent encounter that had taken place not too long ago, that Hannah Abbott was a girl who, though deluded and apparantly searching for insanity given by Bellatrix after losing Cedric (and in his mind, that was all laid out and perfectly sensible), had definately lost her brains when growing a tougher fist. The change intrigued him, he would not deny. For the first time the girl did actually have something that was more than no interest to him. Little interest was more than none.
"Must you be so rude and impolite? I might have come over here for a very nice reason. Perhaps to even apologise for my actions early, Miss Abbott. I am hurt that you will not een allow me a few charming words conversed between us before you decided to test out your newly grown iron balls. Which are highly unnattractive in little girls, if you must know. And it hasn't been a pleasure, yet. Which is entirely down to you." |
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Post by abbott on Jul 24, 2011 15:31:56 GMT -5
seasonschangewiththescenery Weaving time in a tapestry
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He might have been a Slytherin and the violence that he was born into was just part of the grime of daily living, but she was not the same as him, she was raised in an ethical loving manner where violence and cruelty was something that was shameful, it didn’t boast of intellect or power, as she suspected that he believed. If anything she was raised to believe that violence was the repercussion of a slow mind that couldn’t reason out peaceful alternative or the criminally insane who’s idle hands were to be pitied.
That night he proved to her that she could be manipulated and ripped from good standing, and forced to his level. And perhaps the biggest insult was the knowledge that there was a strong sense of satisfaction that came with hurting others the knowledge of it sickened her, after all it was exceedingly hard to look down at him and his family, when you were guilty of the same vices. It was disgusting to her this new blood lust, but she could barely stomach the fact that it was Draco that had awakened that in her.
She knew the right thing to do was to put as much distance between them as possible. Avoiding him would be easy, she basically excelled at that cause of experience; however she never once learned the difference between avoiding those who seek your destruction verses those who could care less about your existence. Had that incident that had transpired wounded his ego enough that it would change the past?
If she could just simply shake him off her trail she could do as she had done for a long time do. She could continue living with the knowledge that she was a better person than him, and rest in the knowledge that he could never tarnishing her sparkling porcelain clean existence, Hell she knew that if she could stomach this year and the following with the prat; then she could live her life in tranquil peace as Draco Malfoy would only be a page in her past, truth was there was nothing to fear sure he could prattle on with shallow snip here and there but as long as she didn’t feed him than in seven hundred and thirty-eight days he would cease to exist in her world as she did not doubt he would meet the same unfortunate ending as his father.
Well that right there was reason enough to pity him, Her father at least had the decency to die off after subjecting her mother to shame. She looked at him and groaned “ Honestly, You’re doing this? “ she pinched the bridge of her nose that still stung even though it had been a bit since Bellatrix had taken that swing at her.. “ Do you realize how it feels to have YOU.. You of all people chastise me for impoliteness… “She scoffed and threw him a sideways look before releasing the bridge of her nose to look fully upon him. Hannah fixed him with an annoyed look. “it is positively vulgar, coming from someone who prides himself on the humiliation of others. What’s next Draco? Are you going to lecture me of the importance of charitable deeds? Ohhhh no let me guess, you're going to be the next crusader on Muggle born rights..” Looking down at him making it a point to fix upon her face a look of utmost disgust, while avoiding the most dangerous part for her to look at.. His eyes.. “ I’ll make you deal.. You remember who and WHAT you are, and I will promise you this.. If I ever seek your opinions I will make it a point to stick with things that I recall your good with.. Things like I don’t know book dropping first years and losing to Potter on the pitch and just about every else that life has to offer.”
Hannah looked down still not exactly sure why she was still there speaking to him as if he mattered, cause he didn’t did he? She quickly chastised herself for exhorting the effort it took to have that conversation, to even speak to him as it no doubt sent him the wrong message the message being leave me be… She softened a bit visibly not looking at him she sighed.. “Are we done here, or are we going to set the corridor a blaze in an attempt to finish one another off?”
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Post by draco abraxas malfoy on Jul 27, 2011 12:25:23 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,background-image:url(); width: 345px; height: 265px; border:3px dashed slategray; -moz-border-radius: 1em 4em; border-radius: 1em 4em; opacity: 0.9;]between heaven and hell THE MEANING OF THIS HAS BEEN LOST IN TRANSLATION Reactions were key, and Draco was lapping up each and every one she offered him. Despite what others thought, Draco was not a sadistic boy. He took no pleasure from pain; in fact, the complete and utter opposite. Pain, even the vague hint of it, made him feel sick. Seeing it or feeling it...well, he was a wimp. He was a coward who would rtather do anything than be in pain or see his family in pain...or, in fact, see anyone in pain. Sometimes he did wonder whether it wasn't just the fact that the dark mark was such an ugly, vulgar design which would look horrible on his porcelin skin, which made the idea of being a Death Eater so...gruesome. That was one of the good things about being here. He didn't have to become one. But all the same, the reactions people had; small facial expressions, body language, insignificant (to other's) changes, all caught his attention. And held it.
Violence did not have to be involved. If anything, Draco left the violence to other people, as it was a crude message which he just could not pull off and look good while doing it. Tongue lashings and cruel words were more effective when coming from him. And this one...she had certainly felt some of the worst, though Draco liked to think he had built on his ability since the night she had acted like a complete and utter, hormone riddled, loved struck child, to him. Though he had been her age (and obviously still was), his mindset had been well above the petty little thoughts of everyone else who wandered the same paths in the school as him. She had merely proven that to him.
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[/b] he responded primly with a dismissing sniff at her. Just because he may have been the one to seek the other out, it did not mean that he had to be polite or even gracious that she was talking to him. Even if he had wanted to...she wasn't worth it. He didn't know how to be friendly to those who didn't deserve it. He didn't really know how to make friends at all with people not already close to him...Cissa was a friend though. Of course she was. But he knew about her enough already. This one was just pathetic. "You know, sarcasm really does not suit you. In fact, it makes you seem positiely 'vulgar' as you say. Plus it crinkles up your facial features into such an ugly grimace whenever you make the attempt to, it is most displeasing on the ey. No wonder events took place as they did..."[/color] he said vaguely, or sounding vague but the smirk on his face disproved any notions of such a thing. "And I will never forget who I am. Not like blood traitor filth like your family always has been," he hissed lowly, narrowing his eyes at her. How dare she even suggest such a thing. There was nothing more important to Draco Malfoy than his family, after all. Nothing and no one, and despite the very faint longings, that was probably not likely to change. The wizarding traditions he lived by had been bred into him by his ancestors and he was proud of them. Blood was power, and the generations deep Malfoy line had plenty of that. He was willing to just let her go though, his interest already fading...and then she made the mistake of bringing up Potter. Saint Potter. He hated the boy, loathed him...hated the way he was always bested by him and then punished for being bested by him. By him and the Mudblood Granger. Everything was bent around Potter, the boy who had done nothing other than not die when he should have, and then yell at everyone around him and be an idiot. The boy who was the reason his father had been landed in Azkaban...the reason why the Dark Lord had been so enraged. The reason why his real mother could be dead or dying right now without anyone around to help her. As the thoughts ran through his head, his expression changed, becoming colder. More dangerous. People often scoffed at him, but being a Malfoy had not been enough to hold onto the title of Slytherin Prince back at the real hogwarts. More than a few of his fellow students were afraid of him. And he would remember this. Not for right now, no...He was angry at her. Words could not rectify that. And the words were not the worst he had ever heard so even then they were pretty far down on the list for people he had to punish. "Oh, low blow, little Hannah Abbott. Something perhaps I should congratulate you on, if something else hadn't just some to mind. Didn't you so enjoy the Halloween festivities? I found them perfectly delightful, me and my date....but oh no. Wasn't there some sort of...problem, for you?" He had changed his tone, sounding almost concerned about her, and the malice had been quickly replaced by innocence. Draco was nothing if not a highly skillful actor, he was proud to boast. Better than Potter in that respect at least. And better at dating. That was a given. [/blockquote] [/div] TAG! HANNAH OUTFIT! CLICK WORDS! 904 NOTES! Hope this is oke [/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by abbott on Aug 1, 2011 19:14:42 GMT -5
seasonschangewiththescenery Weaving time in a tapestry
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.photobucket.com/albums/g79/Juliart/background_black.jpg');,true][cs=2] WON'T YOU REMEMBER ME? | | [atrb=width,240] Hannah about lost it when he made mention of her blood lineage, and her family being traitors of pure blood standing.. The biggest insult was that he was just rambling on things he obviously knew little about. He was attempting to just stand there, and ruin her family’s name on whatever personal prejudices that he could scavenge.
She hated that she looked shocked and mortified by his comment. The hard part was that even as rude as his insult had been it hadn't even scraped the surface of Reality..And in this case reality was so much worse than fiction.. After all it had been her birth that had sealed her mother's fate.. It was her birth that had put the dark mark on an other wise un-peckable lineage. Truth was she carried her mother’s name for a reason, and by all records she was a bastard. Upon her birth her mother's side of the family swore that her mother was never to give that child that Muggle name that meant nothing in the wizarding world. So upon her birth certificate she was listed as a bastard with no father to offer as record, apparently to her mother's side of the family. IT was better to be a bastard than admitting their pure-blooded daughter had defied wishes of generations, and turned her back on the blood that coursed through her veins..
The Fact that someone like Draco Malfoy could somehow accidentally stumble upon something so very personal about her was a testimony to him and the knowledge that his wealth could provide. Sadly to Hannah it was so much more than just a overstep on his part.. No Draco Malfoy just openly trespassed on the scared grounds that was her existence, and was attempting to defecate on her family’s good name. It meant one thing and one thing only to Hannah it was an act of war..
HOW DARE YOU!
To say that It wouldn't be tolerated would be an understatement, in fact she was surprised by the degree of anger that he produced in her in that little comment. She had never in her life wanted to hex something soooo badly as she wanted to hex that arrogant smirk off his face. If he had said such things a year prior she would have crumpled and sobbed. Perhaps that was the thing. The time that they had spent apart had blinded Draco to the mere fact that people change.. Now she wasn’t suppressing the urge to cry, no she was suppressing something alright, but it didn’t have tears involved no rage was something else completely, it was something she still struggle with as she fought the urge to not just completely give herself over to the thought of hexing the crap out of him.
She whipped around her cloak spinning out with a snap as she with the grace and speed that spoke of her good abilities on the pitch she was in his face. So close that she could smell the peppermint smell of her toothpaste bouncing off his skin. As she looked up at him his height something she never considered till she was forced to look up to look him in the eye.. Her sky blue eyes glittered with anger as she glared those stone grey eyes she had seemed to all but etch into her memory.
"I know you fancy a good brawl and all Draco, but this badger. You would be stupid to toil with, un-less you want a re-visit the night prior's events.." Hannah voice dropped low to a soft murmur that was almost caressing in tone and gentleness. “You would do well to remember a few things. Where you might be the same Vindictive Ponce that you were before, I'm in no way the same Hannah Abbott who hangs on your every word. The same little girl who went running away in tears just cause you acted the part of a jerk, doesn’t exist here, Draco this one looks for nothing more than seeing you as equally discredited as that louse you have the nerve to call a father. Ohhh Lil man.. You would serve yourself right to remain on topics of dances and who had a date and who didn’t.. Ohhhh, and on that.. I have nothing to say other than I’m impressed you found someone who would have you.. Just one question .. HOW DESPERATE WAS SHE? She deaf, blind or Stupid.. Frankly to be in your acquaintance for the length of an evening I’m wouldn’t be surprised if she was all three.. SHE WOULD NEED TO BE..“
She actually had to pry herself away to take several steps in an effort to collect herself. Though even though she was a few steps away she could stop that look of utmost disgust washed her face for a few minor moments till she drew a deep breath and calmed herself..
“ I can’t believe you actually the nerve to make mention of my bloodline when you know full well that the your families weakest moments are gracing the cover of daily prophet even as we speak..But why I should ever be surprised at the length’s you would go to be an ass is besides me.. And Draco as for scowling if you don’t like piss off and leave me in peace.. You will find that that people don’t have that ‘yuck dog poop’ face if you were to just take up the life of a hermit and stop these public outings.. People scowl at you cause they don’t like you..Something tells me I’m not the first, nor will I be the last to ever tell you that.”
Annoyed that he didn’t turn to leave she felt her lips purse, and that need brew up inside of her.. That vicious need to start a fight..” But sense you were so kind to bring up family and make mention of my mother, I figure it is the polite thing to do is engage in this little conversation.. Yes apparently my mother had a moment of insanity and saw herself defiled with some Muggle born.. But it ended there.. "
She looked down the corridors from which he no doubt slithered out of and gave a rather un-characteristic sneer of contempt. Her eyes flickered back on Draco's quickly.. "Tell me.. This really has me curious this annoying thing where you can still find the ability to hold your head up with an ounce of dignity. I’m curious where that comes from… “She whispered callously” I can only assume it comes from the fact that your used to being humiliated by your father.. This traitorous humiliation not at that un-common for you in the privacy of your own home.. Are you used to this sort of treatment? I mean it is truly perplexing that you can hold it together around them. .You knowing how much your father will fall from grace.. How can you bear to look your mother in the eye knowing this, and still not do a damn thing to stop it.. Oh wait that is the thing isn't it.. YOU and your father are not that much different seems your cut of the same strength less wood. You know you can't fix things can you. I at least have plan.. Doubt you done anything other than crap yourself each, and every time and looked at your mother knowing the position you left her in.. My mother is at least dead she isn't heartbroken with the knowledge that her child abandoned her.. Then again perhaps it isn't that big of a loss after all your father sort of broke the pavement in that road..
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