Control [Drarry]

Chapter Eight

"This is all your fault" I spat out as I met with Potter just outside of the potions classroom where our detention was to be served.

"Oh yeah? How's this my fault you were the one sneaking around after..."

The door to the classroom swung open, banging the wall, and the hinges squeaked loudly as Snape instantly interjected "If you would both remain quiet instead of making fools out of yourselves, then perhaps this can be far more pleasant," Snape said in his calm but stern tone.

I just kept my head down not wanting to make eye contact "yes Professor," I said, whilst Potter remained silent, thankfully.

Snape stepped aside to let us into the potions classroom, closing the door behind us. He strode to the front of the room, his cloak flowing behind him as it usually does.

"Now as I understand it, you both were caught out of your houses after hours, is that correct?"

"That's right sir," Potter replied.

"Either of you care to explain why?" both Potter and I remained silent, me still with my head down. "No matter, you will both serve your detention here this evening. However, I am supervising Slytherin's quidditch practice now so I expect that you can be trusted unsupervised to finish your task." Snape said in a low tone, "Today you shall be cleaning and organising supplies and putting away the new ingredients in preparation for the potions classes this week and only once you have finished everything to a high enough standard may you leave, do I make myself clear?."

"Yes, Professor," I said quietly.

Snape grumbled "it had better be immaculate," as he strode out of the room slamming the door behind him.

I do nothing but get straight to work emptying the shelves of all the dusty bottles, the glass clattering on each other being the only noise to fill the room. "I'm not doing all this myself, Potter," I said with a harsh tone.

"I'm just surprised you're doing it yourself instead of ordering me around and treating me like your slave whilst you sit around doing nothing like you usually would." He responded.

"Whatever, I'm only doing it to get it over with quicker, the sooner it is done, the sooner we can leave and I can get far away from you. So maybe instead of judging me for no reason you could start pulling your own weight by polishing the shelves since I've just emptied them all," I ranted at the insolent Gryffindor. 

He grumbled but did as I told him, whilst he cleaned the shelves and dusted the cupboard, I organised the new ingredients and put them in the allocated jars, and discarded of any rotten ingredients.

"Need any help organising Malfoy?"

"Judging by your lack of competence with a simple potion and following instructions, I think if this needs to be completed adequately we'd best not have you do something as important as this, so no I don't need your help thank you," I said, focusing on what I was doing, not bothering to look at him.

Once Potter had finished I started passing him some of the refilled glass jars one at a time, telling him to polish them before putting them neatly on the shelf in alphabetical order.

A wave of nausea started to engulf me and a piercing migraine kicked in, I winced as I grabbed the closest bottle not caring enough to read what is contained and passed it to Potter trying to suffer in silence and hoping that this wave of pain goes as quickly as it arrived.

The bottle left my hand before Potter could grab it and it smashed across the floor, its contents splashed over the floor. I could smell blood, not human but stale blood, I've lacked it for so long that my body would take anything despite only human blood satisfying.

The beast feels stronger​​ than ever climbing out of me, my nostrils and gums feel as though they are on fire, my skin itching as I try my hardest to suppress the monster.

"Shit, the re'em blood is everywhere," I heard him mutter with gritted teeth.

I collapse to the floor off of the stool, not caring about any pain that I got from the impact of the stone floor.

"MALFOY?" Potter shouted, panicked, forgetting instantly about the re'em blood though I wasn't focused on him. "What's happening? Are you ok? Are you hurt?" He crouched down next to me and I felt his hand on my forehead, "Jesus you're sweating, and you look like death."

His words were becoming fussy to me, and my skin burnt, I balled my hands in my hair pulling at it hard, almost pulling it out. I shouted at him, not wanting to hurt him " GET AWAY FROM ME," but of course predictably he wouldn't listen.

My vision turned red, my eyes were glowing, and the monster was in control, it could hear his heartbeat and blood pumping around his body, it liked it, smirking at its victim, whilst almost getting off on the fear that it could feel radiating off of the short boy in front of it. Potter with confusion and fear in his eyes backed himself up into the corner, knowing that he had no chance of making it to the door.

The monster licked its lips, and smirked, running to its prey who was cowering in the corner. It pinned him by his wrists to the wall, taking in the sweet smell of its prey, its face pressed right into his neck, he was frozen under the monster in pure fear, shaking knowing the danger that he is in.

The monster was about to strike, however at the last moment as the teeth were about to break the skin, I miraculously and thankfully regained control. I feel so overwhelmed fear, upset and relief all coursing through my body as I hang my head and take a deep breath.

The shaking body underneath me brought me back to reality, I let go of him instantly and backed up not to frighten him. My hands were shaking I couldn't look away from them afraid of what I was becoming, I collapsed on the floor covering my face in my hands and just sobbed not caring that Potter could see me this broken, I'm a monster, I hurt someone and could have killed him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I lost control."