Life as the Abnormal Ones

Life as the Abnormal One

"Bodies in the water and dust in my lungs, absorbing archaic like a sponge. The ultimate way is the way you control, but can you stay if you detach your soul?"- The Blister Exists, track 2, Slipknot: Vol. 3: (The Subliminal Verses)

Prologue

She was his one and only hate, she was the only person that drove him to insanity, she was the only person that made him want to hurt someone, she was the only person that made him want to hurt himself. Yet, she never noticed, her laughter was a barrier to his cold hatred and he was repelled against her by her invisible barrier, she was the garlic, he was the vengeance-filled vampire unattached from it.

She drove him to a drunken insanity; fire whiskey almost downed every night, trying to forget her laugh, her smile, and her gracelessness...

She never knew, ever. She only thought of him as the 'pureblooded boy that was the bane of her existence' and he was glad, because he felt the same.

But she always did something to him, something that no one ever did. She made him cross when he had been playing around with his friends mere moments before.

And as the rain caressed his cheeks, he felt no remorse at all when he saw her with her friend, touching, snogging, all intimate-like, in the Great Hall, in front of everyone, not afraid at all, not frightened of what people might think.

He knew what they called her now: "such a sluttish whore, almost worse than Parkinslut, the Queen of flashing!" It seemed like his ex Pansy was going to lose her crown, and Granger wasn't even half as good-looking!

Of course, when he stormed into the conversation, he would slap the girls and insult their ways, telling them they shouldn't start such gossip about their own kind, and would walk calmly away, like he owned the place.

The rumours would become gradually worse, and would involve him and the mudblood, and when his father found out, he had the decency of cornering him about it where no one would see. Lucius knew his son better than you muggles might think-- they had a very tight connection.

"You and the mudblood girl?" he would calmly say, and Draco would shake his blond head, his grey eyes fathomless.

"No, I don't feel anything toward her but anger, nothing else," he said firmly, his lips pursed in a straight line.

"Just be careful, the whore could do something, she even has some of the Slytherins falling for her. I know you saw your cousin gazing at her. Don't end up like that, we need to keep purity of blood in mind," his father would lecture him, but Draco didn't mind. He actually enjoyed his short time with his father-- he admired him, wanted to be exactly like him, and wouldn't change that for the world. Everyone knew that, and he was proud.

"She's with that blond Ravenclaw anyway," Draco said coolly, interlacing his fingers and walking around the outside of the Great Hall doors.

"It makes me worried... Just don't fall for her-- we all know how you are with brunettes... Why won't you get back together with Pansy? You two seemed happy together in 5^th year," his father said, and Draco let out an exasperated sigh.

"Father, she was snogging every sex-crazed male in school, and in fact, she still is. A Malfoy can't be with someone with her kind of attitude," Draco pointed out rather bluntly, and his father scowled.

"What about you try and seduce her, then break her heart?"

"Father, that is the most idiotic plan you've come up with since-" Draco stopped himself from mentioning the 'Ginny Weasley' incident with the book.

"Just do it," his father snapped, and strode much as Draco would out of the building, calm and relaxed, though Draco sensed he was worried.

Lucius Malfoy was never worried; he had barely shown any emotion since Draco's 5^th year, when he had been sent to Azkaban. Even if it was only a week, Narcissa had committed suicide, and Draco had bribed the Ministry to take pity upon them for their loss, thus Lucius was released.

Draco put on his best non emotional mask, released a huge breath, and pushed open the doors to the Great Hall, and was welcomed by stares, glares, and fixed expressions of curiosity.