Inferno | Draco Malfoy

034 | Rosie is as Red as Roses

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please.

It's such a stupid school song but it is pretty catchy.

First day as a fifth year, how exciting, this is my O.W.L.s year. I've got confidence in myself so, I'm not stressed but I will poison myself if I get a poor, dreadful or troll. Can you believe it? A Harlow receiving anything below an exceeds expectations.

That is horrific.

I get fitted in a long red floral dress that flows and spins so beautifully whilst (surprisingly) reading the Daily Prophet. I've seen Dumbledore and Potter's names on it numerous times, publishers calling them liars for saying that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has come back after the events of last year. Poor Diggory. Had he been murdered then he deserves justice. It's pretty interesting reading these articles, Dumbledore is one of the most important wizards in the whole wizarding world and yet, here he is getting bashed by the public.

Heading down to the dining room, Mum tells me that my belongings are being sent to Hogwarts by their orders. I say my good mornings to Dad, Narcissa and Lucius before sitting down next to Camden.

Camden has his N.E.W.T.s  (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test) this year, though we all know he's going to pass. He's just excited to work with Dad once he's out of Hogwarts. Father wants him to get experience and thorough knowledge. No one really knows when Dad is abdicating but, Camden doesn't need to stress at all. With all this money and wealth, neither of us needs to work unless it's for our own entertainment purposes.

My brother tells me more information about the Daily Prophet situation with Potter and our Headmaster. Apparently, the Ministry of Magic had appointed someone to monitor the activities within Hogwarts to keep things in place because according to the media, Dumbledore is getting too old. Not only is that plain rude but also an act of age discrimination.

"Draco Malfoy!" Narcissa yells. "How late does he want to be? I'll be up in ten minutes he said." She scoffs. "Adria, will you be as kind as to fetch him down here for me?"

"I'm very kind but never to that extent," I whisper to Camden.

With a sign, I take one last bite of my strawberry jam toast and make my way up the stairs.

Good thing this is the last morning I'll be here. One more day and I might just burst. Narcissa and I have a connection now, she has very much earned my respect and affection. I would love to see her again but, not at her house where the ferret lives. She's always welcome to stay at my place.

I walk down the hallway to all the bedrooms, looking at the enchanted family portraits for the last time. The Malfoy genetics are strong, it seems like all of them have silvery-blond hair. I feel bad for Malfoy's future wife— that is if he ever finds one.

I throw insults from out the door. "Oi scum, get a move on." No answer. "Oi!" I knock on his door, no answer. I kick the door, starting to get annoyed.

Is he still asleep? Even better, is he dead?

Might as well barge in, he's not responding.

"Mother I told you I'll—"

"Malfoy your m—"

Oh.

Oh.

Wow. Woah.

Hell bloody. Bloody hell.

No, no, no. Haha, no. My eyes are playing tricks on me. I'm hallucinating, I am hallucinating. This is clearly a painting. Malfoy doesn't look that good. He can't.

Drops of water continue to trail down a muscular chest.

I never knew my own thirst. After consuming such a sweet breakfast, all I need is water. And God, I need it now. The water on him is almost tempting; I could almost feel the taste of it on my tongue. I could almost feel the taste of him melting on my tongue.