A Different Lust

"Stupid McGonagall..." I muttered as I walked down the hallway, away from a detention I had with her, all for some stupid prank on Potter, Weasel, and Mudblood.

It was worth it.

So worth it.

Turning off the normal route taken to the Slytherin common room, it was a dark tunnel, traveled by few.

Not even the Gryffindor trio know about it.

My father may have, at one time, who knows?

You see, what most people don't get about my father and I, is that he really did love me.

Yes, he disciplined me, but not out of some twisted hatred, or fear of a greater power, but as a father, a father who loves, a father who wants what's best.

I'm not really an innocent child inside, looking for someone to unlock me; I'm a figure with a will of stone.

Sometimes I may act stuck up, but that is simply because I have seen the ways of the world; I have seen what people like Voldemort do to the innocent.

Innocent.

Like I once was.

Long ago.

I still remember the first Death Eater meeting I ever went to.

That's where I developed my little abnormality.

I pity anyone roaming these halls tonight.

Halls of stone.

Cold, uncaring.

I'm confused, I'm not sure why, but whenever I become confused, I become hungry.

When I become hungry, I become dangerous.

Beware to all who roam.

Take care not to get in my way.

A blonde fifth year runs across the path.

Away from some unreal danger; into one that's real.

One that' s true.

Beware little angel.

Beware to all who follow you.

The Dragon demands blood.

You will succumb

They all do.

Pretty blonde hair stained red.

Crimson.

Blue eyes are closed.

Never to be opened again.

Stand up again, faced covered in blood, coppery taste overwhelms.

Have you satisfied my lust?

Or simply fueled it further?

Walk a little longer, I need more.

A brunette is running, dressed in nothing more than a nightgown.

Stupid child.

You have tasted your last breath of free air.

The Dragon requires it.

You will be sacrificed.

Goodbye.

I don't know you.

I don't really want to, you serve my purpose.

Teeth rip thorough your throat as you try to scream.

Fingernails dig into your flesh as I empty your veins.

You where pretty, so pretty.

Not anymore.

Your face lies in shreds, clumps of skin.

You see, this is my curse.

Don't enrage the dragon, you'll be next.

The walk away, leaves bloodstained stones in my wake.

Did I do that?

Never matter.

I'm full for tonight.

The rest are safe.

For now.

I walk on, and stumble upon a room.

Unknown to me.

A mirror stood in the center, carved of pure silver.

I squinted, reading the fine print on the top of it.

"I show not what you appear to be, but what you really are."

I looking in, I see nothing.

For I am Draco Malfoy.