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Post by PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY ! on Apr 13, 2009 16:55:04 GMT -5
been a long road to follow
BEEN THERE AND GONE TOMORROW, WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE TO YESTERDAY
ARE ALL THE MEMORIES I HOLD STILL VALID? OR HAVE THE TEARS DELUDED THEM? [/font][/center][/color]
Draco tensed as he felt his body pop into non-existence, into the void, for only a few seconds. Landing before the grenadier manor that the Malfoy's called their home, Draco felt his lunch retrace it's steps. Up his throat. Out his mouth. Emptying his stomach on the front lawn was no the most graceful of behavior, especially for a Malfoy, and this caused his pasty face to grow red with anger. Vile body fluids from his stomach stung his mouth and throat, the man trying in vain to spit them out. Pangs of agony seared through his entirety, the young malfoy's eyes clenching shut in order to subdue them ... if only for a moment.
"Fuck." The first word out of his mouth since he'd made that terrible, sickening promise to Alexandra Harper was one he'd never say in front of his Mother, and perhaps not even his Father. It was about as eloquent as a pile of horse dung. In other words, not very. Pushing himself from the ground with wobbling arms, Draco spat again at the pile of vomit in front of him. Good god above, don't let me fall now ... he hissed mentally, doing his damnedest to help himself along. If he were to fall, it would be face first into a pile of vomit. Now wouldn't that be a delicious little article for somebody like Daphne Greengrass? Draco Malfoy himself, famous Death Eater, covered in his own disgusted foods, and clearly beaten?
It was an unjust beating, and Draco had only been subjected to such a thing because he was weakened before hand by a sneak attack, and had lost his wand. He'd make it up to her, though ... that impure whore. How dare she spill the blood of a Malfoy? She would certainly pay.
There was a day when he would have told her just to wait until his father heard of it, and then she'd be sorry, but Draco was not such a fool or child anymore. His father would likely sneer at his looks and demand to know why his son was such a blundering buffoon, allowing himself to have such injustice done? And why wasn't the Pureblood in their dungeon, awaiting punishment? Yes, his father was the last person Draco wished to see.
Of course, he really didn't know what his father would do in retaliation. The man was as hard to predict as Voldemort himself now a days. Standing fully erect, Draco stumbled to one of the hedges that lined their walk way, looking a Peacock in the eye before bending over and emptying what little was left in his stomach. The peacock made a noise Draco thought sounded like laughter, before strutting away.
[/SIZE][/FONT][/color] THIS IS CLOSED FOR LUCIUS MALFOY, BABES. THE TUNES ARE GRAVITY - MAYA SAKAMOTO AND CALIFORNIACATION - RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS. DIG IT? I AIN'T COUNTIN' IT, SO NO COUNT FOR YOU, UNLESS YOU COUNT IT YOURSELF. HAVE FUN AND FEEL FREE TO DO WHATEVER WITH PROFESSOR MALFOY!
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Post by LUCIUS MALFOY ! on Apr 14, 2009 13:13:00 GMT -5
He saw it. Yes, he saw everything. Well, everything since Draco had been sick on his lawn. Lucius Malfoy glared down at the sight below and in front of him and then turned away in disgust to pace around his study, deciphering the emotions slicing though his thoughts and sanity.
Slamming his fist into a bookcase before storming out of the place. Lucius was almost running his was so furious, grabbing a flowing black jacket trimming in fur, he slung it over his shoulder and burst out the door, tresses snapping and whipping around his face, neck and shoulders, orbs narrowed into a glare of fury, glinting with the rage of ten.
Maw opened and let out a barking roar.
Draco! Get in here now! Clean yourself up and report me in my study, immediately!
He was at breaking point, how many people had seen this, who had done this to his son? It was humiliating for him as well, since the Malfoys were meant to be un-beatable. But then again, Draco had been causing quite a bit of trouble for their family lately.
Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, he snatched his cane from the banisters and then burst in motion. Bounding and leaping almost silently up the two flights of stairs to his study.
Once on the needed floor, Lucius slowed his pace and strode slowly to the door, opened it and entered. It closed automatically.
Moving to the window, he once again looked out at the gardens, master of all he surveyed. The pile of sick had been cleaned off. Sneering and shaking his head, Lucius bent his head and looked behind him quickly, letting a disbelieving laugh pass quickly from his curled lips before resuming his previous position. What was he to do to the person who had done this, was it Draco's fault?
He had enough enemies as it was. He growled and put his arms forward on the window sill and lent on them, the rest of his body being pushed backwards.
Shaking his head once, his hair fell over his face, allowing him to part his lips and breath out heavily. Damn the fates.
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Post by PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY ! on Apr 15, 2009 19:56:14 GMT -5
been a long road to follow
BEEN THERE AND GONE TOMORROW, WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE TO YESTERDAY
ARE ALL THE MEMORIES I HOLD STILL VALID? OR HAVE THE TEARS DELUDED THEM? [/font][/center][/color]
Draco heard his father, noting the tone. So, it's pure anger this time ... ugh. Perhaps I shouldn't have come straight home. His mind was fogging over, the mixture of bloodloss and pain forcing him into a groggier state than he was used to. Squinting, Draco pulled himself upwards again and summoned a house elf, the magic and effort taking quite a toll on him in the state he was in. Take me to my room, and clean up this mess." He gasped out, allowing the House Elf to apparate itself, along with Draco, to his private quarters.
First step, potions. Stumbling to his bathroom on wobbling legs, Draco ripped open a cabinet and grabbed three potions. Downing them all, ignoring the disgusting pungent tastes, he felt almost immediate relief. The bottles were discarded, thrown into the trash next to the toilet, and he sat on the toilet (which has it's seat down, so that it made a proper place for him to be sat upon) for a moment, waiting for the full effect of the potions to grip him. After a few moments, the pain was reduced to a slow, barely existing throb in the back of his mind, and the haze that once clogged his mind, making him feel slow and drowsy, had lifted. Now only anger remained.
Sitting up, almost too suddenly, Draco assessed himself in the mirror. Nothing a small bit of glamor wouldn't fix up. He picked up his wand, which had been placed next to the sink when he'd entered the bathroom. Muttering a few charms and flicking it this way and that, Draco soon had a nearly perfect face. There was a barely noticeable purple lining around one eye, suggesting only to a trained, or observant, eye that he had probably been punched rather hard. Luckily his face hadn't been too damaged. Only another bruise, this one a bit smaller than the bruise he could feel forming on his shoulder which was about the size of a snitch, was hidden almost completely. It looked like a purple shadow on his face, slightly darker than his pale skin, and nobody would notice it unless he was in direct sunlight where a shadow would seem unnatural.
Perfect. Smirking at his work, Draco turned on heel and strode into his room. Removing his clothing, he ordered a fresh pair of clothes to be brought, and changed into them, using another quick spell and cologne to hide the smell of blood, sweat, and vomit that had clung to him moments before. He almost regretted being able to turn himself from a mess into presentable in such record time- that meant he had to face his father even sooner. Dragging himself down the hall, Draco realized he was still like a child around the man. As a child, he'd always hated being summoned to his father's office or study, knowing what it entailed. He wasn't keen on the idea as an adult, either.
Knocking on the door, and calling out in a respectful tone "Father, I'm here." Draco awaited the man to order him inside, forming the story in his head piece by piece so that he could retell it over and over in the same way to his father, without any mistakes or slip ups. He wasn't changing what happened too much, just enough so that the man would see Draco was completely right in the matter and Alexandra was a problem that needed to be watched.
[/SIZE][/FONT][/color] THIS IS CLOSED FOR LUCIUS MALFOY, BABES. THE TUNES ARE THE DEEP END - CROSSFADE AND LET GO - RED. DIG IT? I AIN'T COUNTIN' IT, SO NO COUNT FOR YOU, UNLESS YOU COUNT IT YOURSELF. HAVE FUN AND FEEL FREE TO DO WHATEVER WITH PROFESSOR MALFOY!
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Post by LUCIUS MALFOY ! on Apr 27, 2009 15:42:11 GMT -5
Lucius fumed silently, well, not so silently actually. Breath pushed through his flared nostrils with an intimidating sound between and snort and a growl. Flinging his head up, a little too sharply, and wincing and the click, he turned toward his favorite chair, summoned his wand to him, and sat down with a child like huff, tresses settling around his neck and shoulders in a flourish. His maw opened and he barked out one command.
ENTER!
He was still fuming after that. he tried to reason with himself. I mean, what could have gotten into Draco to get himself into a fight? what could have done this to him.
Now don't get him wrong, he wasn't thinking it in a sort of fatherly "oh my poor baby" sort of way. More on the lines of:
"Oh shit, should I be scared of this thing as well?"
Pools of grey narrowed to slits of grey as he mulled over this option, then there was the actual backlash of what had just happened. The Malfoy name, could be in tatters because of this hilariously stupid stunt. Chest rose and fell with furious breaths as the consequences mulled over in Lucius' quick mind. If it was in a public place, Draco would have effectively show the Malfoys' to be weak, and going in an apologizing for him would only make things worse...as would going in there an having a fight. What if the same thing happened to him?
Grasping the chair arms, he tightened his grip and felt the muscles flex and pull under his skin and canvas. Not likely.
Relaxing himself, Lucius allowed his body to recline and slide down slightly, crossing his elegant limbs, a purr that could be described as demonic left his chest. A noise he made when evil wormed its way into his cranium and made its nest there. Depending on what the story was, the starter of this fight would pay...wait...they would pay anyway, unless it was an actual animal, then he's just leave it alone.
Boredom was descending quickly upon him, as well as the urge to curse, kill or horribly maim something. A disastrous combination in any normal human being, but it Lucius Malfoy...it was something near apocalyptic. |
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Post by PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY ! on May 4, 2009 18:29:57 GMT -5
been a long road to follow
BEEN THERE AND GONE TOMORROW, WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE TO YESTERDAY
ARE ALL THE MEMORIES I HOLD STILL VALID? OR HAVE THE TEARS DELUDED THEM? [/font][/center][/color]
Hearing the booming voice from the other side, Draco winced. He really, really didn't want to be here right now. It felt as if he were a child again, awaiting either a quick beating or a very stern talking to. Draco hadn't been beaten in years, since he was a child, but considering what his Father had just witnesses ... He might have been due for one.
Pushing the door open, he entered in as regal a fashion as he possibly could have. He still looked like he was in a bit of pain, but it was dulled considerably considering what it had once been. Striding across the floor, Draco took a seat near his Father, taking much the same position as he had. In many ways the father and son were mirror images. Draco had been brought up to revere the man above all else, and had wanted to be like him as a child. Because of this he'd picked up many of his father's habits. Even the way Draco sat was almost the same as the way his Father did.
"Father, I can explain the entire situation if you'll allow me to ... " His words were slow, carefully chosen for the situation. He knew that his father would understand if he gave Draco a chance to share what had happened.
It was unexscusable, what the Impurity had managed. Draco would not get off lightly, knowing that his father would be greatly displeased and most likely keep a much tighter rein and closer eye on him. However, if he could somehow manage to make this Alexandra Harper character suffer in the long run ... Well then, so be it. Draco was fully willing to manipulate the entire situation, another trait he'd picked up from his father, in order to get something good out of it. He knew his father would be no pawn in his game, but he also knew the man couldn't allow something like this to happen without taking some sort of action.
[/SIZE][/FONT][/color] THIS IS CLOSED FOR LUCIUS MALFOY, BABES. THE TUNES ARE DEVILS - THE 69 EYES. DIG IT? I AIN'T COUNTIN' IT, SO NO COUNT FOR YOU, UNLESS YOU COUNT IT YOURSELF. HAVE FUN AND FEEL FREE TO DO WHATEVER WITH PROFESSOR MALFOY!
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Post by LUCIUS MALFOY ! on Aug 19, 2009 13:38:40 GMT -5
[ ooc// and because i'm a worldy reject I haven't replied. I'm awfully sorry, please feel free to shoot me. ] — — —![]() ![]() 'It's not your fault I was being too demanding * [/b][/i][/size] LUCIUS MALFOY.[/font][/center]
Lucius sat back in his chair, not realising his had lurched forward with fury and reached up to massage the bridge of his nose to warn away an on coming migrane, a low growl trickled from between his teeth. He may as well let Draco explain himself, after all, what could he do without explanations?
Inwardly, Lucius winced as he thought about his drop in power. Sure he was still aristocratic and sure he could still act like a bastard if he wanted to, but not so much now as before when no-one really knew his alliances. He sighed harshly and his eyes narrowed to granite slits and focused on his wayward, battered and bruised son. It was a cliche thought but: what was he going to do with him? Draco was a Professor for the love of Merlin! To get himself in such a state was disgraceful. Funny, but discgraceful. He was acting no better than some of the half witted dolts he taught!
Lucius lowered and rolled his shoulder back, the sinews creaking and snapping. Anyhow, this could have an up side for him, if he decided, another brawl could break out and some of his enrgy and anger released. Or he could do it the Malfoy way and verbally and polically cursh the opponent until there was nothing left to hex to hell. His lips twitched up and then his half scowl came back and he raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at his son. He smirked, this should be good.
Alright then, Professor Draco. Tell me what happened.
[/color] he stressed Dracos title and leant back some more, looking for all the world like a lazy content cat. But then his expression darkened. And don't miss anything out, I don't want to look like a dolt if I do take action over this. Got that?[/color] he growled viciously and then settled down to wait for Dracos' excuse. He wouldn't allow himself to be played like a pawn in whatever game Draco seemed to be played, but neither would he sit back and let his son be beaten up. Whether Lucius liked to admit it or not, Draco was his pride and joy and deep down under that icy, beautiful exterior, he loved him dearly. The sight of him bruised caused him some deal of pain. After all, even though Lucius ate death, he was still human.[/blockquote] [/size][/font] |
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