__ GUESS WHAT?

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

now it's my time
AND NOW IT'S MY TIME, MY TIME TO DREAM. DREAM OF THE SKY.
MAKE BELIEVE THAT THIS PLACE ISN'T PLAUGED BY THE POISON IN ME.

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Dark shadow-things played out a bloody duel against the rockwalls of the room. A pen gripped solidly in a pale white hand scratched across yellowing paper. The owner's brow was furrowed as he wrote up his report, the words and sentances blending into one jumbled heap in his mind. After writing for so long, Draco couldn't help but picture the ink strewn gracefully across the page mentally, though he saw it through his mind's eye as a heaping pile of black, writhing in fury and squirming with discomfert. While some would suggest the young Teacher had no magination, it was proven through his inventive punishments and ideas that he did, in fact, have a creative mind.

Looking up towards the clock on the wall, he eyes took but a second to check the time. After this breif moment, he was back to his writing. The Dark Lord required reports every now and then from the teachers, to ensure him that the youth was being handled ... correctly. By this, he knew the Dark Lord simply reffered to the fact that the Mudbloods were to be used as examples, the Purebloods were to be treated as their superiors, and all parties were to be brainwashed into truly believing that was their place in society. Draco had taken on the job of Potions Master with vigor, knowing full well what he would be taking on.

Honestly, it was a nice change from the once boring lifestyle he'd once had- get up, find somebody to entertain him, lunch with some important individual or another, party in the evening, dinner with parents, bed. Repeat, until you were ready to scrape your own eyes out with a peice of paper just so you'd have an activity that would take considerable time, and wasn't "boring" in the least. Even if sometimes he wondered why he put up with the little brats he did, it was a nice change.

Wrapping up his report with a fluid, graceful signature placed at the bottom of his third roll of parchment, Draco slid his chair backwards slightly. What to do, what to do? He could go stalk the halls and wait for precious little mudbloods to get in his way, or go to the Slytherin common room and revel in the attention the teenagers lathered him in. They all viewed him as a sort of hero. Or, at least most did. Those who did not knew well enough to stay the hell away from him, and keep their lips and teeth clenched tight around their opinions, lest one should slip through and give him an excuse.

Pushing himself upwards into a standing position, Draco surveyed the room. Spotless, as always. Those with detentions had left long ago, leaving the room clean as it should be. He wouldn't even need to clean it himself this week.

He had to remember to give detentions more often.

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[beethoven]

if i'd, if i'd only waited
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okay, well, this sucked.
there was another, hate-filled fist against the side of his cheek, and he felt himself fall to the rocky ground. it was freezing. he grunted, tasting the blood from his lips and his nose he let his head go limp onto the cold stone floor, his chest moving slightly, his black eyes closed in agony.
he heard the jeers from those white-haired losers. get up, is that all you got, you impure freak, what's up with your hair, they all meant nothing. all that mattered right now was that teddy had made the stupidest choice he probably ever made. it should've been something he knew not to do by now, having been going through with it basically all his life, you'd think he'd stop by now.
it was that "when one is taunted by a pureblood in the middle of a hallway covered in other purebloods, do not punch the one who insulted you in the nose, because god knows all his mates will come after you too."
it would make sense that teddy would choose not to do what he did at least twenty minutes ago, but the only excuse he could come up with was that he was a boy and it's just in his nature to beat up other boys when they insult you or your mother. and besides, had teddy ignored the smelly loser, the insult that was practically thrown into his face would've poked at him and stabbed at him and would've driven him absolutely insane for the rest of his life until he got the guy back. but it wouldn't bug him. if anything, teddy felt good, better than he would've if he ignored the comment. he actually didn't even hear it, as teddy was off in the his own world when the kid came right up to his face and said something with his eyebrows together and his lip curled into probably the most unattractive smile he'd ever seen. so, teddy pulled back his elbow and brought it forward like a slingshot and broke his nose.
come on, it was so worth it.
and now, as he lays bleeding on the hogwarts floor with more purebloods above him, it feels good.

one of them dares to kick him in the side, and teddy lets him, grunting and scowling, eyes closed, at the pain. he was so exhausted he could hardly breathe, but something in his stomach told him to stand and lay it out on these snobs.
so, he did.
lifting his increasingly heavy head, teddy stood up as quickly as he could and took a swing at one of them as the room spun around him. of course, he missed by a long shot, and ended up falling on top of another one of the three around him. teddy grinned and sat up with his legs on either side of the kid, feeling the blood rush from his head as he felt two pairs of hands on his shoulders. not wanting to get off the third kid without inflicting harm on him first, he pushed his fists into the stomach of the pureblood at least once before being slapped on the ground once more. the metamorphmagus's head literally slapped against the stone and he let out a yell, and a sudden rage filled him, slowly lifting his head he noticed another one nearing him and the teal-haired hero quickly lifted his leg and kicked the poor fellow between the legs.
he fell into the fetal position on the floor as teddy struggled to stand. to his surprise, he was lifted upward, but not by friendly hands. his shirt bunched up at his shoulders as he was half-lifted off of the floor and then thrown forward. the room pulsed and changed colors as teddy turned and began to run as fast as he could.
he didn't want to run, god knows he hated running away, but if he continued on like this he might die to the filthy hands of purebloods, when he'd really rather die more honorably than that. as his shoes clicked against the empty hallway floor, he wiped his white sleeve over the dried blood on his nose and under his lip as the heavy footsteps of an angry slytherin echoed behind him.
with all the excitement, teddy found himself laughing through the breaths he pushed in and out of his body. his eyes burned and his head was throbbing and the room was spinning and all the adrenaline was going to his head.
the screams of the slytherin reached his ears, "i'm going to kill you, freak!"
teddy cackled and licked his bloodied, scabby lips.

but suddenly, everything went black. scared, teddy stopped in his tracks and rubbed his eyes, his shoulders shaking with all the fear and the excitement. but the pureblood behind him, that was a different story. he wasn't able to stop, and, therefore, collided with all his bodyweight onto teddy into the door that was a few feet from the both of them.
the slytherin slammed teddy into the door, making a rather loud banging noise on the door that sounded almost like a gunshot. a crippling pain rained through teddy's body, his shoulders almost touching as the weight was thrown onto him, grunting loudly as his head, again, hit a rather hard surface, though this time it was a wooden door instead of the stone floor. the metamorphmagus slid down the door and felt the slytherin look up at the sign on the door to see what classroom they had hit, and to teddy's relief/surprise, he got up and ran away.

but not teddy.
teddy just laid there in his little ball of pain, his chin resting on his knees and his arms over his head. his eyes closed as the relief settled alongside his bloody body, and he closed his eyes tighter to make his hair black, out of caution since he was in too much pain to move and see who's door they had hit.

at least the worst was over.



he hoped.

- - - - -
i'd not be stuck here in this hole
my baby teddy ; 1005 ; rollover d.j - jet

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[rileo]

Help me decide if my fire will burn out,
Before you can breathe,
Breathe into me

Hailey walked down the hallways silently with the acceptance of her heels clicking on the stone floor. Her hair wove around her face in a delicate manner, annoying her to the point where she quickly tied it back. She turned the corner and looked down to her small handful of papers. Reports. Joy of all joys. Why she was the one picking them up she could never guess. But the Dark Lord did like his way. Having only a few more to retrieve before she could escape the walls of Hogwarts. Nothing reminded her of the time when she was forced home than being at Hogwarts. Confusing to someone who didn't have a clue about her, but simple nonetheless. The small red day dress that she was wearing hugged her as she walked, though she almost regretting wearing it in a school full of little perverts. But she would ignore it, like she always did.

Rounding the last corner, she walked a little slower as a group of Slytherins ran towards her. They bounded down the hallway and out of sight. Looking from where they came, she spotted a small boy on the floor, curled in a ball, not moving much, eyes shut. She looked up at the door and shook her head as she spotted the name. She didn't realize he was teaching here now. Walking up to the child, she tapped his side lightly with the tip of her shoe, almost too encouraged to kick him to the side so she could walk in and go about her business. "I do hope you realize how much trouble you'll be in if he finds you lying in front of his door." she said with a bored voice.

With a small crack of her neck she leaned against the wall and knocked lightly on the door. Who was she to bother an impure? The Slytherin's obviously did a fine job of putting the child back in his place. Though she didn't know what he did, she was pretty sure that he deserved it. But now she had to focus on the task at hand. Hopefully his report would be written and finished. Not like she was in a rush to go home. There was only so many other things she had to do today, and this was the last of it. Hailey sighed at the thought of going home. She wasn't one to be desperate enough to go out to the bars, looking for someone to 'date'. She sometimes wondered why she was as patient as she was. Whoever she was waiting for was clearly not coming.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

now it's my time
AND NOW IT'S MY TIME, MY TIME TO DREAM. DREAM OF THE SKY.
MAKE BELIEVE THAT THIS PLACE ISN'T PLAUGED BY THE POISON IN ME.

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As the wave of magic he sent out with a flick of his wand swept over the flames, they were shushed. The warfare raged by shadows across his wall dulled down considerably; now only a darker line could be made out if one squinted at the stone. The tall, white blond male began a slow stroll about his room, stopping every now and then to leaf through a booklet, or check certain ingredients to ensure they were still good.

The rows divided in half- one half was placed toward his desk, while the other half was placed back toward the farthest wall. It was segregation in the worst way, the purebloods being placed in the rows closest to his desk while the impurities were seated in the farthest reaches of the back. The gap between them, he had explained on the first day, symbolized the apartheid practiced in the wizarding world. Draco had noticed some purebloods looked smug and overjoyed at this, while some had shifted uncomfortably at the notion. Those whose bearings hadn't suggested happiness at Draco's small speech were taken aside after school and shown how he dealt with rebellion, even if it was in small doses.

Running a hand through his brilliant, straw-like hair, Draco barely noticed the disturbance outside. Once a body slammed firmly into his door, however, the man knew instantly what was going on. A fight. Teeth grinding, he turned on heel, and headed for the door. A knock sounded, calm yet insistent, in the now still air as he made his way over. perhaps a student or prefect ... he thought mentally. Making a motion with his wand, the door swung open and there stood Hailey Wood.

Taking one look at her face, then her hand, Draco flicked his wand and the report came rippling toward him. Once firmly grasped in his hand, he shoved it toward her. "Make sure it isn't late, or you'll hear from me personally." He was never one to make small talk with those he deemed beneath himself, not to mention he had a few hooligans to take care of. Looking at the small, crumpled body next to her, he made a move to push the Death Eater out of his way while growing "Move, stupid girl! Don't you see a student on the ground?" Bending down, he scooped the small child up.

He didn't notice the turquoise hair for all the blood matted in the tangled mop.

Laying the boy across a table, the Professor turned and went to his private store of potions. When he returned, he motioned for Hailey to join him. "Make yourself useful, will you, and help me for a moment ... " He mumbled, motioning to the boy. "Do something for his - " Stopping in mid-sentance, the Death Eater turned his head slowly to stare at the turquoise. "My, my. Look what fish I've caught in my net. Perhaps Miss Wood isn't as dull as I at first suspected." He murmured, taking a step closer to the boy and looking at his face.

"You look just like your whore mother, and I can definitely see some of your bestial father in you as well." It was said loud and in a blunt manner. Turning his head to look at his fellow Death Eater, he continued. "I don't suppose you know who this particular piece of filth is?"

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[beethoven]

god please, let me live in your world for one week
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the interest teddy had in whose door he was crushed against rose a little as the tip of a woman's shoe touched him lightly, and even though it wasn't enough to dent the kid's skin, teddy still had the remaining echoes of pain lather across his arms and his back, and in response to the girl's snobby, hate filled words, teddy grunted. that was all he could get out of him while his head pulsed and throbbed. he thought he could even feel blood sliding down the back of his white shirt, his arms still over his head, smudging them and staining them. teddy half hoped he had another clean shirt like the one he was wearing used to look, but he didn't think it mattered seeing as someone somewhere would get grossed out with teddy being covered in blood and use their magical skills and clean him up all nice and stuff, especially if he was seen by a female member of the teaching staff. maybe he'd just wear this shirt all week just to gross them out.
and right now, feeling as exhausted as he was, teddy didn't think that was such a bad idea. pajamas, what's the point when you can just sleep in your clothes?

the clicking of the girl's knuckles on the door suddenly made his head explode with pain, but it was no use if he yelled, it would only make the pain in his head worse with his own groaning, so teddy just closed his eyes and breathed slowly. his heart was racing, but the boy didn't know if that was from all the pain that was coursing through his body or if it was the fact that he had heard footsteps by the door. though it was rather disgusting to swallow with only the blood keeping his mouth moist, he did so anyway out of fear. most of the teachers in hogwarts aren't very nice, especially to teddy with his outrageous hair and his red and yellow tie. as the door was thrust open, the voices were muffled. his ears pulsed with the blood that felt like it was entering his ears from the outside, and by what teddy had assumed he looked like, that wasn't very likely, he wasn't hurt that bad, and it was only his imagination that the warm liquid was cold to the inside of his ears and sounded like it had plugged them up already.
someone exclaimed and he felt the vibrations of the pushing of another person backwards as they seemed to stumble, and before the metamorphmagus knew it, someone's thin hands were trying to pick up his frail and broken body. the pain shot through him as he was lifted off of the ground, his arms curling onto his chest and his legs limply laying off the other side of the man's arms with gravity melting off of every hanging bit of the child and sliding down on him with such force that teddy couldn't help but let out a small groan with his teeth tightly clenched together.
he felt the ground beneath the man's shoes stop moving and felt himself slide off of his arms, his hair, slick with blood, slapped against the wood and teddy felt all the blood drain from his ears onto the surface of whatever wooden thing he was laying on. his eyes squeezed shut as he finally could comprehend the talking that was happening around him, and that's when his stomach dropped.
at least thirty feet.

the rummaging of glass bottles clicked together as draco malfoy rummaged through them, and teddy knew perfectly well what was going to happen when the clicking stopped.
the metamorphmagus's head throbbed harder than it had before when malfoy talked. his voice alone was enough to make teddy puke, but he swallowed it back up with a drying throat as he took the curved surprise of malfoy's tone into his bloody ears.
teddy felt draco's feet bring him closer to the table, and he opened his dark red eyes just in time to see his stupid face.
"You look just like your whore mother, and I can definitely see some of your bestial father in you as well."
teddy closed his eyes and blew quickly out his nose in half-laughter, turning up the highness of his voice to something that sounded like he was surprised and excited that draco had said that, "you know, i was just about to say the same thing about you !" his lips were pulled tightly into a small smirk as teddy's heart raced with fury. his face was calm and smug, an attitude that would most likely earn him another slap in the face when his whole body cracked and snapped in all his agony that was now not as important as making this moment as annoying for "professor" malfoy as he could.

best cousin ever.

- - - - -
this life all yours, and it's a tease for those like me
tedds ; 815 ; i'll never be you - dane cook

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[rileo]

Help me decide if my fire will burn out,
Before you can breathe,
Breathe into me

Hailey shuffled the report into her pile and ignored his words. Yeah, yeah. It'd be a cold day in hell when Draco Malfoy could chew off her ass. She watched calmly as he picked up Lupin, obviously unaware of who and what he was. She could only chuckle lightly under her breath. Sometimes he was as daft as a worm. Though she hated to admit it, his still dominant personality was as drawing as flies to honey, though she would never say it out loud. Like the git needed more cockiness to his over-sized head. Watching as he placed the child on the table, she rose her eyebrow when he asked for her help. It was only then when he realized who he was dealing with.

She rolled her eyes and slipped the reports into her small bag and placed it onto one of the tables in the room, making her way over to the injured boy. She looked down at him and crossed her arms. "Seems to be a Lupin of sorts." Hailey finally said lazily. When Teddy retorted to Draco's obvious insult, she could only smirk and laugh. "Seems like he's got a tongue on him as well. Isn't that precious?" she was actually annoyed by the boys response. Though her parents were probably just as low as his, even worse, she would never want this saying something like that about them. No matter how true it might've been. Hailey didn't want to rip the child apart like she would've if he was an adult. Hurting children was never in her particular favor. Having that guilt would never suit well. But she could settle with torturing, if she could. Though she still couldn't find the heart. "Tell me, 'oh great one', what to do with him, hmm?" Hailey wanted to know what Draco was going to do. She couldn't think of anything that he wouldn't do, now that she thought of it.

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

now it's my time
AND NOW IT'S MY TIME, MY TIME TO DREAM. DREAM OF THE SKY.
MAKE BELIEVE THAT THIS PLACE ISN'T PLAUGED BY THE POISON IN ME.

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Watching the boy struggle with his pain was one of the highest pleasures there was in Draco's life, for the moment. The man tended to live in the present and so this could easily change just as his current situation and outlook did. For now, though, he grinned as he watched the boy. "And just think, I didn't even have to get a few of my favorite students to do the dirty work for me by baiting them with extra credit." He said it aloud, so that both Hailey and the little filthy Mongrel would hear him. The ingredients for a potion that would ease the boy's pain and heal him lay nearly untouched on the table directly next to the table Ted was sprawled across.

While Draco thought of them as desks, they were really tables. Two students could fit to a table, with ample space for readying ingredients and other things of that nature. The ones toward the front, which were reserved for Purebloods, happened to be in pristine condition and newly made. Those that stood, even if barely, at the back were in ... worse condition. In fact, the Professor highly doubted one of those desks would have supported the boy's weight. Perhaps he should have used one of those instead- it would be amusing to see how he would have reacted to all of a sudden having a solid table fall from beneath him.

At her words, Draco nodded. "Daughter of Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin, the pair of filthy beasts." He had to admit even to himself he was being quite free with his words, though it was more for the benefit of Teddy Lupin than anything else. Without changing expression, or even pausing with his words, Draco reached out and grabbed the boy's throat, lifting him upward. "If I ever hear you say anything about my pure parents ever again without complete reverence in your voice, I'll personally see to it that your Grandmother feels the wrath that my Aunt has been wanting to give to her for so long. Understand me?" Again, his tone was casual, as if he were speaking to Hailey.

"Precious. I don't know if that's really the word for it ... but I suppose it will do for now, won't it?" Lips curved into a vicious smirk, his thoughts shifted. Hailey didn't seem as unworthy as he'd first thought ... she certainly hadn't flinched when he'd lashed out at her as he would anybody. That took courage. Perhaps even a little audacity, but he could appreciate it in another person.

Turning toward the smallish student on the table, Draco drew his wand, which had been tucked away into his pocket for safekeeping. "Perhaps I should show you just why it is all of my students pay close attention in my class ... " His breath was a deathly whisper as he waved the wand before the boy's face. "Perhaps Hailey would like to participate, show that she's a true Death Eater. Show that she isn't just a stupid, ignorant little girl after all." The words at the end were spoken purely for Hailey. He was testing her.

Now the question was, would she flinch away? Would she grow uncomfortable in either words or presence? Draco had yet to find out, but he had to admit he was quite interested in her reaction. While he himself didn't enjoy the torture of children, that stupid little thing called his conscious getting in the way, he would if he felt it was necessary. Draco had always had a weaker stomach and more rebellious air about him than the other Malfoys. When he was a boy, he even questioned Voldemort completely. It wasn't to say he'd completely stopped, but at least he had come to the conclusion that Purebloods were in and Impurities were out. That was all that mattered- whether it was right or wrong didn't. That's all he'd worry about for now.

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[rileo]

Help me decide if my fire will burn out,
Before you can breathe,
Breathe into me

Hailey nodded slightly as he spoke, understanding the hideous relation. She could only laugh slightly as he picked the child up by the throat as she sat on one of the desks herself. She looked around the room, obviously kept in preen condition, as it was spotless. Maybe it wasn't just her that had a tendency to keep things orderly and neat. He continued to degrade the child and talk down to him, all as if he was having a conversation about the weather, and it amused Hailey to a point where the smirk was painted on her face.

Then he asked her to 'help'. 'Testing...apparently.' Hailey wasn't stupid. She knew what he was doing, but the question was, was she going to walk up to it? Well, of course she was. She wasn't scared of Draco as most were. Her smirk grew slightly and she carefully jumped off the table. Casually, she pulled her wand out of the small garter under her dress and rolled it over in her hand. Hailey wasn't one to be called ignorant and she could only shake her head at his accusations. Again, the idea of torturing a child was below her, and she wasn't comfortable with it if it was for no reason. The more she thought, she figured that if his parents were blood traitors, then so was he. Hailey looked from Teddy to Draco and tilted her head to the side slightly, as if contemplating if he was worth it until she finally spoke.

"Ladies first."

[beethoven]

i want to be you so bad it makes me so fucking sick
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teddy was an idiot.
he was probably the biggest idiot in the entire country, and though no one else loved him for it, teddy thought it made his life exciting, made it worth living i guess you could say. getting his opinion heard, being himself, these were possibly the most dangerous things to do in teddy's position of both being only twelve years old, and worse, having come from people who were part of the most hated people on the ministry's side, everyone basically spit at him and all his disgustingness. his halfblood mother and his werewolf father who both worked with his godfather in attempt to defeat just the guy who made teddy's life more of a living hell that draco was by being his very own lovely potions teacher, they were basically his heroes. so spit on teddy will you?
yeah, he'll show you. because he's an idiot.

as draco practically pounced on him and grabbed teddy's throat, the boy only coughed and sputtered with surprise, and even that didn't last for long. draco's grip wasn't really that strong on teddy's neck, and even when his words rose slightly with an invisible fury, malfoy's fingers weren't tight enough to block air. teddy wasn't sure if draco did that on purpose or not, but he really doubted the professor didn't want to harm him after he insulted his 'pure' parents, oh noo teddy was terribly scared that mister and missus whore were going to come after him, dear me no. so, after draco's little speech finished and he turned, teddy did the unthinkable like the idiot he was and licked his bloody lip before spitting in draco's direction, trying to do it quickly so he at least got some on his bottom or something embarrassing. unfortunately, the liquid didn't really have much body to it, and as a result, only little drops of crimson came out from his lips and landed on the ground, missing draco by a long shot.
he scowled and groaned as they started talking, he didn't really feel like listening to death eaters talk about what they're going to do to teddy while he's lying here in pain and agony losing all his bodily fluids. teddy's mind wandered on the idea, trying to keep his mind away from the thought of them actually killing him like he knew draco wanted to. teddy swallowed, through no fluid was in his mouth at all by now, and he could feel his heart beat thud against his ribcage.
he would never
ever admit that he was scared. for god's sake, practically the entire good side of his family was wiped out and they weren't afraid to die, but at least they died in a dignified manner. teddy had just gotten beat up and now might be dissected or tortured by some lowlife and another whore. but he could tell that this girl didn't want anything to do with killing someone, even though she wore a smile on her face she was probably worrying about of teddy's thrashing under the cruciatus curse would cause his arm to hit her hand and break her nail or he would bleed all over and wreck the dress she were to look 'pretty' and possibly get into draco's pants.
oh yeah, he knew about that. even the gryffindor girls talked about him.

the more he pondered how everyone wanted malfoy and how everyone needed malfoy, the grinding of hatred in teddy's chest wound tighter and tighter, like his heart was like a spinning wheel and malfoy was the knot that made everything more difficult.
he turned over onto the side that wasn't facing the two death eaters and hoisted himself up on one elbow up to a sitting position, taking his free hand and searching himself for his wand. he wasn't finding it. he cursed under his breath as he felt the slow folding of his hair backwards, as it dried onto the table and was now sticking up straight like he was some sort of rain forest bird. he felt his eyes fade to yellow as he turned and flipped his legs quickly over the edge of the table, dropping himself, with a click, onto the tile floor before wobbling a bit and holding out his hands to balance him. he couldn't find his wand, so what was he supposed to do, run?

some students passed beyond the walls of the classroom as teddy's xanthic eyes flickered to the open door.
but even having a place to exit and make a run for it, he would, of course, collapse anyway. teddy could feel it in his head, and just as he thought about taking another step forward, speckles of blue and yellow and purple appeared and left before his eyes, the color of his irises following the hue of all the dots he saw. his head felt heavy, his shoulders slouched, and he fell on his knees, the tips of his shoes bending under the weight of his bottom.
his head fell forward and a drip of blood fell from his nose
before everything went black.

- - - - -
but you suck, and you stink, and you're soulless and mean
tedds ; 846 ; italian leather sofa - cake

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

now it's my time
AND NOW IT'S MY TIME, MY TIME TO DREAM. DREAM OF THE SKY.
MAKE BELIEVE THAT THIS PLACE ISN'T PLAUGED BY THE POISON IN ME.

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Draco slowly circled the table, hand trailing on the wood until he came up to the female. Seeing she'd jumped down from the table, Draco grinned in a most vicious manner. Well, this was going to be interesting to say the least. He hadn't had the pleasure of being in the presence of such a capable female Death Eater since he'd last been around his aunt- and god knows that had been quite a while ago. Who knows what she was going, probably something important for Voldemort. In any case, she'd be back soon enough. She never stayed away too long, and whenever she came back she'd always come to Draco and the rest of the Malfoys first to exclaim how wonderful the Dark Lord was, and how happy she was to be able to eat the dirt he walked on. Perhaps the last few things were a bit exaggerated.

Leaning against her so that their bodies nearly touched, Draco rested a flat hand against the small of her back. His face so close to her ear that he knew she could feel the wet-hot fog of his breath, he whispered "Then take your turn, miss lady." It was said in a way to suggest she'd better hurry up. Draco didn't like having to wait his "turn" for anything, even if he knew he'd enjoy the spectacle of a filthy little runt getting what he deserved.

Draco had never been one to outwardly show his aggression and anger. No, he was a more sadistic fellow than that. He preferred to use his influence and strategic skills to bring his opponent down, make them beg him for mercy. Draco had always paced himself, allowing the rage to simmer within him. He harbored animosity within him for so long, and then when the time finally came when he could claim revenge ... ah, what sweet times those were.

Turning, he spotted the child getting up. Standing there, dumbfounded, he couldn't help but have a small amount of respect for the kid. He got up, after all of that, and tried walking out? Nevermind, scratch the "respect" part. He snorted, knowing that this was what dirty, mixed blood did to you. It made you stupid, and disorganized. When the child passed out, Draco strode over to him with two easy steps, and picked him up, placing him on the table. He went back to his potions and began mixing something together, nodding to cupboard over in the corner and saying to Hailey "Go grab the purple bottle in there. If we're going to teach the child a lesson, he's going to be wide awake for it."

That meant that he had to at least treat the pain and a few of the wounds.

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[rileo]

Help me decide if my fire will burn out,
Before you can breathe,
Breathe into me

It played out almost too slowly for Hailey's liking. Draco got close and the runt stood up. It surprised her that the little bloody bugger had the nerve and even the strength to stand up. But turning her attention back to Draco, she shook her head at the man. She slowly and gently put her hand on his chest and pushed him away from her slowly, at least far enough so that she could breath without smelling his cologne. It was true that Draco was desirable, and no matter how much she would deny the fact, she was just like every other girl. But unlike every other girl, she didn't have the heart to play those kinds of games. No point, in her opinion. So she pushed him away and didn't speak, figuring that it would make him wonder rather than make him angry.

Dealing with the child would be no easy matter, but it was something she would take in stride. As Draco walked to the other part of the room, she took a breath and looked over as he indicated a purple bottle. Hailey retrieved it and held it up to the light as she looked into it. She loved the way a potion could reflect light on any surface. It was one of the most beautiful things she could think of to look at. But she didn't look at it too long before she set it down beside the child and looked down on him. Blood covered and bruised. It was kind of amusing to look at but she cleared his body of any visible blood anyway. Too dirty for her liking. Hailey ran her hand softly over the child's hair, shocked at how soft it was at first touch. She smirked as her hand ran down to his face and gently put her finger over one of his open wounds. The blood trickled onto her finger before she brought it closer to her face as she stared at it. Torture and pain was all she could think about now and it filled her was a sense of sick delight. She cleaned her finger of the blood and leaned against the table patiently, interesting thoughts shooting back and forth in her mind.

[beethoven1]

ooc|| you guys can go back and forth for a while if you want, teddy's out and i can't really say much for him until he wakes up, hm?
c:

[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

now it's my time
AND NOW IT'S MY TIME, MY TIME TO DREAM. DREAM OF THE SKY.
MAKE BELIEVE THAT THIS PLACE ISN'T PLAUGED BY THE POISON IN ME.

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Draco sighed as he went to work, going back and forth across the room. He was potions master for a reason, that reason being his elite work in the field, but he hated putting his work to bad use. Bad use being, of course, on an impurity.

All he had to do was gather a few different things and mix them together, at the exact right times with the precise amounts. This only took him about three minutes, his naturally alert self staying focused during it so that he didn't mess anything up. Draco seldom had to restart potions now a day, as he saw anything other than getting it right the first time as a failure. When the potion turned a light blue, and steamed gently, and picked it up and brought it to the boy.

Noticing Hailey had touched the boy's blood, Draco growled "Don't touch it's blood ... that disgusting. Go wash your hands." Though it was absent minded enough to be something other less than a command. He bent the boy's head backward and poured the mixture into his mouth. He stroked the boy's throat to ensure he swallowed it.

He frowned, placed the vial on the table next to the boy's head, and turned to Hailey. "So, how's life?" He said casually, leaning against the table and raising his eyebrows. She was a puzzling woman, he had to admit. A very puzzling woman, indeed.

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[rileo]

Help me decide if my fire will burn out,
Before you can breathe,
Breathe into me

How's life? He couldn't be serious. Did he really have nothing better to talk about? She raised her eyebrow at him and smirked slightly. Nothing could be more awkward than it was right now. She could only hope that the child woke up soon. And knowing Draco and potions, she didn't think she'd have to wait that long. Hailey ran the finger that had touched Teddy's blood, though now clean, and ran it down the side of Draco's face.
"Don't tell me you're scared of a little blood, Draco." she said casually. She was surprised at the way she was acting, this wasn't something she would normally do, but she felt that it wasn't going to be such a big problem. It was making her look confusing, which is what she was trying to do. The last thing she needed was a Malfoy figuring her out.

So with a small smile, she let her finger run down his neck as she slowly walked past him and towards the sink, determined to wash her hands anyway. Though it was practically harmless to touch an impure's blood, she never knew what kind of diseases could be found. So she would take Draco's 'advice' and wash her hands anyway. As she turned the water on, she pondered his question of 'hows life'. He did ask, so he must be waiting for an answer. "Life is as it'll always be. A routine among routines. Unless you think otherwise." she replied lazily. It was true she didn't care much for small talk, she felt it was pointless if there was something else to be said. Though she wasn't sure if there was.

OOC; HAHA, IT SERVED ITS PURPOSE. =]

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[PROFESSOR DRACO MALFOY !]

now it's my time
AND NOW IT'S MY TIME, MY TIME TO DREAM. DREAM OF THE SKY.
MAKE BELIEVE THAT THIS PLACE ISN'T PLAGUED BY THE POISON IN ME.

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Draco froze when she dared raise her finger to him, touch him with it. Just a moment ago, that hand was soiled by the blood of a disgusting creature, one that had no business even being alive at this point. The disgust and rage on his face showed through in an instant, all amusement having broken apart. Grabbing her wrist, he snarled "Look, bitch, I don't let many have the joy of touching my face. You definitely aren't on that list, considering who you're pathetic parents are- blood traitors, in my book. Just because you're a Death Eater doesn't make you anything in my mind. Everything is in lineage." He tightened his grip harshly before letting her go, a sign that there was no joking behind his harsh face. (xP if the PPing was too much, feel free to ignore that section).

His mouth was twisted, implying that the Malfoy was thoroughly disgusted. He turned abruptly, on heel, and went to the sink, turning the faucet and wetting a cloth he'd retrieved from the cabinet above it. Wetting the cloth, he wiped his face, or rather scrubbed it, then walked calmly over to the trash, dumping it inside. It surely showed her just what he thought of Impure blood, and perhaps even suggested something of her touch. He didn't mind her so much, in fact she rather intrigued him, however as he had told her the fact that her parents were both a couple of blood traitors in his mind made it impossible for anything to spawn of his curiosity.

"Sounds like you've got quite an ... unsavory type of life going for you. I, being a Malfoy, always have something new that goes against anything like a routine everyday. Parties, social events, and of course the more than occasional student who needs to be taught a lesson in classroom etiquette." The parties and events were more for the summer and vacations, though Draco was known to leave school at night sometimes to attend important events, though he was always back within the next hour as to keep from leaving for too long.

Leaning against the sink, Draco tapped his chin thoughtfully with his wand. "Tell me, Wood, do you have a fiance, or any type of significant other?" It was a simple enough question, one that he wasn't really interested in hearing the answer to. However, he was attempting to make small talk, and he knew he would find no other common ground with her. It was highly suggested that Pureblood marry young and produce heirs as soon as possible, to carry on the bloodlines. In fact, it was almost an unspoken law no a days. Draco completely disregarded this "law" and now that he had Holly the pressure was lessened considerably. After all, the girl had come from a Pureblood woman who was of good bloodlines and Holly herself was now being instructed as a proper Pureblood lady should be.

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