Creep

Chapter 2: The Letter from Home

It was exactly 7:30 when Draco walked down to the statue of Sir Nathaniel De La Port. He turned around a corner, and there she was waiting already.

She doesn't have this girlish manner of being late then, thought Draco, sneering.

Parvati tensed as she heard Draco's footsteps and looked into his pale and somewhat aristocratic face only a moment later. She could see his steel grey eyes flickering all over her body. His intense stare gave her goose bumps. Draco came to a halt only a foot in front of her and fixed his eyes on her face.

"Hey, Draco!" said Parvati as she tried desperately to smile, while keeping her breathing steady.

Draco smirked and evaluated her. He decided he liked his impression of her. Beautiful, shy and seemingly quite intimidated by his appearance.

Yea, that's something I certainly miss on Parkinson; she doesn't seem to be frightened of me nowadays.

Draco reached out his hand and softly touched Parvati's cheek. She blushed as she took in a sharp breath.

"Why do you want to date me, Gryffindor?" asked Draco calmly and watched her intently, his hand slowly stroking through her hair now. Parvati looked at Draco, surprised.

Well what does she expect? Draco Malfoy dating a Gryffindor girl without even questioning her once as to why she would do that?

"Umm," started Parvati with a shivering voice, "I guess it's just because I like you!"

She looked down to the floor. Draco cocked up one eyebrow and studied the girl's face skeptically. Parvati looked up at him for a moment and saw his disbelieving facial expression.

"Well, not exactly like you as a person," she hurriedly added. "I just ... I just think you're quite fit."

Draco smirked. A Gryffindor liking him was as likely as the Dark Lord deciding to only wear pink from now on. A Gryffindor finding him hot, though, was something he could only understand too well. He was after all the sexiest boy in this school, wasn't he?

"I see."

Draco took one step further towards Parvati so that he now stood face to face with her. He could feel her heart racing. Grinning, he leaned down a bit. He brushed her hair out of his way and put his mouth close to her ear.

"What are you planning to do now?" he whispered.

How he loved to play with girls. Their reactions were always so predictable. He knew Parvati's type perfectly. She would pretend to be all shy at first and later she would be all over him like a wildcat, leaving marks everywhere on his perfect body.

Parvati chuckled and stared at her feet.

"I ... I don't know! What do you want to do Draco?" she said coyly.

A wide smile spread over Draco's face. He had been waiting for such an answer. Of course, he knew exactly what he would like to do to her.

Shag her hard. Shag her slow. Shag her passionately. Shag her senseless! a devilish voice said inside his head.

Draco had always expected his angelic self to oppose his permanently present devil self when he was a young child. However, "Angel Draco" just did not seem to exist. Thus Draco explained to himself that he had no other choice than acting upon what his inner evil told him.

"I know just the right thing!" said Draco smirking at Parvati.

He took her hand, pulling her into an empty classroom, which Draco knew was never used by anybody except him and Blaise. In less than a second, he was all over Parvati. He started to kiss her neck, cupping her ass while doing that. He felt her heart racing. She was his prey and he would surely mark her as that. He licked her throat and then bit down. Parvati yelped out loud and Draco moved to hush her cry with his red lips. Parvati accepted his kiss hungrily, darting her tongue out to meet his. She had her eyes closed shut and stroked through his silver hair with her fingers.

Meanwhile, Draco's stormy eyes stared at her intently. He lifted Parvati up and put her on a nearby table. He did not like how she tasted. He barely ever liked how girls tasted. He did not appreciate kissing so much. He surely liked to shag girls. Kissing, though, was one thing he did only because the girls seemed to expect that of him. He could not imagine why somebody would like to have someone else's saliva in his mouth. It did not even feel good to kiss. Draco felt Parvati stiffen under his touch. He did not care though. His hands crept up to feel her firm breasts.

"What the in God's name are you two doing here? I heard someone scream!"

Draco reluctantly withdrew his hands and turned around to see who was speaking, but he thought he already had a good idea as to who it was.

There she was, standing in the doorframe with her bushy hair and amber eyes: Hermione Granger. Her eyes were wide in shock as she watched her roommate and her worst enemy huddled close together in that deserted classroom. Draco stared at Hermione deadly.

"Well, never been in a good snog, Granger?" he snarled. Then he thought about it and added: "Oh, sorry, I forgot you're a Mudblood and ugly too, who'd want to snog you? I suppose even Pothead and the Weasel feel like throwing up when they think about kissing you!"

Draco thought he saw Hermione's eyes water.

"Shut up, Malfoy!" she hissed at him and then rushed right out of the door again.

Draco turned around to turn his attention back to Parvati, feeling positively delighted now. He always felt good after an outstandingly mean insult. Especially when it was directed against one of the Dream Team. Parvati looked at him with blank eyes.

"How can you be so mean to her?" she demanded.

Draco laughed.

"Granger is only a worthless Mudblood plus she's a Gryffindor. She's not worthy of being treated any better!" he snorted.

Parvati cocked up and eyebrow and looked at Draco annoyed.

"Ohh yeah? I'll go ahead and leave then! As you know I am only a worthless Gryffindor too!"

With that she sprang up and hurried out of the room just like Hermione had done not a minute ago. Draco did not try to stop her.

Damn, yes! She was right! She was a worthless Gryffindor! Why had I even met her in the first place?

Draco's eyes flickered dangerously. Then he brushed his soft hair back with his hand and made his way back to the Slytherin Common Room.

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Draco rushed into his dormitory some minutes later. He was so busy with his own thoughts that he did not even notice that he was not alone. Blaise coughed to get Draco's attention. He was lying in bed with a pretty black haired girl. Draco turned around and mustered his best friend then his eyes locked on the girl next to him.

"Oh, hey Eleanor!"

The girl smiled and her amazingly big green eyes sparkled. Draco knew he was interrupting something there, but he could not have cared less.

"What's bothering you, dear?" asked Eleanor sweetly. Her cheeks were flushed from whatever Blaise and her had been doing. Draco thought she was extremely sexy. He knew why Blaise was meeting her over and over again. She was, after all, a true seven.

"It's nothing in particular!" responded Draco while walking over to his bed. He was so used to denying his feelings that he did not even have to think about it at all. Draco was just about to lie down, when he noticed something bright grey moving in front of the curtains.

"Oh yeah, I forgot", said Blaise. "Your parents' owl arrived about an hour ago!"

Draco's heart did a leap, so it pumped angrily against his chest now. He went over to the owl and took off the letter that was tied to its leg. Softly he patted its feathers.

"Thanks, Loki!"

The owl hooted softly and fluttered its feathers. Quickly, he took off out of the window, which Draco had opened for him. Draco looked after the owl for a moment, wondering what the letter would say. He had not received any message from home since the new school year had started, which was three weeks ago already. Of course, this was because his mother was on her own at home now. It had usually been Lucius who had written to his son every other day, telling him this and that. Draco's father was a cruel and intimidating man, but when one knew how to handle him and did not annoy him, then he could be loving and soft. Draco had not always managed to keep his father satisfied; most of the time, though, he was exactly the son Lucius Malfoy could have dreamt of having.

Draco looked down at the letter and then hurriedly walked over to his four-poster bed on which he sat down while ripping open the envelope. His mother's fine handwriting met his gaze.

Dear Draco,

I am writing in order to tell you what your father's instructions are: You are expected to meet with Rodolphus Lestrange on Tuesday evening, 11 o'clock, behind the Quidditch Pitch. Lestrange will inform you what is further expected of you. You are not a child anymore, son! It's about time you take up some responsibility.

Sincerely,

Narcissa.

Draco clenched his hand to a fist, successfully crumpling the letter, as he felt the anger building up in him. Most of the time, he just did not bother about his mother at all. She was almost non-existent to him. She had been cold and distant ever since he had been a little child. She had never comforted or told him that she loved him, ever. Draco doubted sincerely that she ever would love him the way a mother loves a son.

It had always been his father who had taken care of him. His father had taught him almost everything he knew; his father had told him what to do and what not to do. His father had taken him into his strong arms when he had wept and it was his father's bed that he had crept into when he was a little boy, having horrible nightmares. His mother though seemed to just not care about him. This letter was just typical for her. She had not asked one thing concerning his well-being, not one. She had not told him that she loved him and that she hoped he was doing all right. Of course, Draco had not expected that of her, but the thing was that she had not even signed the bloody letter as his mother. It was this cold and distant name that she had put under a cold and distant letter to her own son. Draco could not believe it.

The thing that made Draco angry and concerned, however, was the content of the letter. A meeting with Rodolphus Lestrange? What was that supposed to be about? Draco looked with dread down at his right arm, which he knew was bandaged under his sleeve. He did not want to meet that git Lestrange. He feared that people would after all claim what he had promised more than a year ago.

Draco looked up and saw Blaise's lips moving. Draco shook his head.

"Huh? What did you say?"

Blaise studied Draco's expression. "I asked what your mother wrote!"

"Uhh, nothing of importance!"

Blaise looked at Draco sceptically. He did not seem to believe him. He knew the blonde boy too well to overlook his worried expression. Draco managed to put a light smile on his face.

"She's just whining about being all by herself again!"

Eleanor started to chuckle at this comment. She sat up, hugging the blanket tight to her naked body.

"My mother is complaining continuously, too, since they've put father into Azkaban! I keep on telling her that he'll be back in no time at all, but it doesn't help."

Draco snorted wearily. Even if Lucius had left a gaping hole in Draco's family life, he wasn't sure whether he wanted him to return. Emptiness was still better than paranoia, was it not?

"Well yeah...you know how mothers act. They're just worried about everything all the time!"

Blaise and Eleanor nodded approvingly.

"Yeah, my mother is even worried when I'm only riding a broomstick!" Blaise snorted, and Eleanor laughed out loud.

"It's so annoying, really! They always have to irritate one with their stupid fussing!" She added to underline Blaise's statement.

Draco laughed bitterly. How he would love to hear that his mother had worried about him. How great would he feel if she forbade him anything, just anything, because she did not want to loose him? Draco did not want to think of this anymore. What did all this mean to him anyways? He did not need anything or anyone but himself to be happy.

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The three students sat together for some time and chatted animatedly. It was already late in the night when Eleanor finally got up, dressed and left Draco's and Blaise's dormitory. The boys went to sleep soon after that.

Draco awoke from restless dreams early in the morning. His body was covered in sweat. What had he been dreaming about? He could not remember. Had he not heard someone screaming? Draco looked around. The first morning light was shimmered through the window. Blaise was still fast asleep.

Draco got up and went into the bathroom. He took his shorts off and stepped into the shower. He turned the water on. It splashed down on his marble white skin and slowly warmed up his cold flesh. Draco looked down at himself and stroked his hand over the bluish-black dragon engraved into his chest. Its eyes were flashing yellow sparks today. It was not a magical tattoo altogether, only the eyes of the beautiful long winged dragon were bewitched. They sparkled in all kinds of different colours, indicating Draco's condition. Draco loved this tattoo. He loved dragons. They were powerful and the keepers of love; at least in his understanding they were. Other people only feared and dreaded them. Draco, though, saw their unique beauty, and he felt dearly connected to that dragon engraved on his chest. He did not even remember how it had gotten there. His father told him one day that the tattoo was to be the keeper and leader of Draco's soul. It would carry him away from all perils on its wings. Lucius believed that everybody needed a patron to save oneself from all perils. He had decided that in this case it had to be the dragon; it just fitted best.

It had been the right decision, Draco thought.

He took some more time washing his delicate body and then got dressed. He went to eat and then to classes. The day passed fast; too fast for Draco's tastes. He was not looking forward to the meeting this evening. Having to meet up with Rodolphus Lestrange could not mean anything good. No, probably not.

Draco crossed Parvati Patil's path sometime during the morning. She did not even look at him. She kept her eyes down and hurried along the corridor.

Draco sneered contemptuously. Stupid little prat! Has Granger convinced you that I am not good at all for you after all?

Draco laughed silently. She would have been proven right, believe me!

With that, Draco carried on until finally the sun was slowly disappearing behind the horizon.

Draco knew it was time to get ready. He had hoped for something fortunate to happen, like an earthquake or a thunderstorm; anything like that would have been okay with him. He had no luck whatsoever. He had to face it after all. There was no way getting around this meeting with Lestrange, no matter how unwilling he was to admit it.

Thus Draco finally headed out of the castle. It was a quarter to ten, which meant it was only fifteen minutes until curfew. He knew indeed that he was more than an hour early for the meeting with his father's friend. But how was he to slip out of the castle past ten?

Draco was cloaked in a heavy long wizard's robe, which kept him comfortably warm. He hurried to get away from the main entrance. He did not want to be seen and dragged back into the castle now. It was already growing dark outside and this made Draco vanish into the night quite soon.

He slowed his pace and finally started to relax a bit, when he heard someone breathing over at the trees to his left side. He stopped and stood still, unwavering in the dark night. He even held his breath in fear of getting caught. He tried to make out who was standing there in the near darkness, but it was of no use. His eyes could not see a single thing apart from black, dark black and even darker black.

The breathing stopped abruptly. Draco was sure he had been caught and felt his body shudder.

I must not miss this meeting! he thought desperately as he waited for someone to approach him and point a wand into his face, muttering 'Lumos'.

It did not happen. Draco was confused after a minute of waiting, and turned around to see if maybe someone was standing right behind him.

As he turned, he heard a twig break and saw a head of bushy hair disappearing into the night.

"Granger!" he muttered under his breath.

What was she doing out of the castle this late? Alone, at that? She had surely seen him. Draco was positive of that. She had tried to steal away from being seen by him; there was also no doubt about that. Now she knew that Draco was out in the grounds after nightfall and she would go blabbing it to Potter and Weasley.

This isn't good, decided Draco. He would have to take care of her later. For now, only the meeting mattered.

Draco hugged the cloak closer around him and made his way towards the Quidditch Pitch. Restlessness was settling in his heart. He did not like this at all. He felt he was being followed and took nervous glances to his sides.

Draco, you're being paranoid again!

In a distant place of his soul he caught a silent voice responding to his thought.

Not being paranoid doesn't mean they're not after you, dear!