Silver and Gold // Dramione

Honey Soap

6th Year, October 3rd

"Ayy Man, we've barely seen you all week" Theo's yell took Draco from his trance.

"Yeah, McGonagell had me and Granger doing the report all weekend" he responded, not looking up from his dinner plate.

"That doesn't account for the past 4 days! It's Thursday!" he shot back, clearly displeased at his absence.

Draco knew he'd been rather absent. 

Snape had been on his ass to come up with more of a plan than to use Hermione for intel and leverage. Hermione had come to him with about 4 theories already, and each time it took over thirty minutes for her to explain, an hour to disprove it, and even before then she had to wait until he left his room because the wards he had in place blocked the sound.

He'd gone to classes, to meal times, even hung out in the Slytherin Common room with Blaise one night.

But he felt so off.

He heard the screaming whispers in his head often. Not just when he slept anyways, he heard them when he zoned out, or lost control of his mind. They sounded different every time, like it was someone new speaking to him, and each voice had a certain mantra.

The hissing crude voice always told him to replenish the Malfoy Legacy. It told him he needed success for his family's sake, to uphold their survival in the magical hierarchy.

The female, deranged voice, that sounded wispy and far off, always spurred threats at him. Warnings should he fail, or need assistance in completing his mission.

The strong, dependable, and raspy voice pleaded with him for success. Distinctly male in tone, It would offer suggestions that Draco's consciousness had already procured and dismissed. Or it offered help, a means to an easy end for him that wouldn't taint his soul with death and darkness.

There was only one voice that Draco could solemnly recognize.

His Mother.

She came singing, her voice like a welcome hum in his ear, a sweet change from the horrors of the others. She was filled with fear, and pleaded with him to be safe, return home alive, and warned him about the darkness that was looming over the outside wizarding society.

Despite the multiple personalities in his head, everything that they spoke in his ears so diligently, he already knew. Every warning, plead, and recount of horror he could recall in his memory as being a real conversation at some point or another.

They weren't external voices, or someone using Legilimins on him, they were in his head, and they were getting worse.

And that's what was driving him crazy. The screaming whispers that plagued his nights and haunted his daydreams were not real, they were figments in his head that drove him crazy.

It made him retreat into his room early most nights. Time in class when he was concentrating seemed to only make it worse the times he dozed off, and he hadn't even found the time away from his thoughts to go to the library like Hermione had insisted he do.

"I've just been busy mate, get off my arse. I'll come by this weekend to the Slytherin Dorms this weekend if you're really that desperate to see me" Draco teased.

"We'd love to see you" Blaise interjected before Theo could retort any more jokes and dig in Draco's direction.

"Unless Granger already had dibbs"