Slytherin Pride

The outcome

Draco's POV
The "argument with potter was completely unnecessary and a waste of my time. Honestly, he's a flipping creep! And that's saying something coming from me. Then instead of just fighting it out, he had to mention Ginny, and then...he had to go to the subject of hermione. I felt protective over her even though it should've been the other way around. Potter had known her since first year and I had too, but had chosen to down grade her and make fun of her, and well...managed piss her and the whole Gryffindore house off. I sighed as I walked, and yet I felt territorial about the subject of her. I wanted to protect her, realization fluttered over me. This was what it must feel like to be an older sibling. You care about your younger Kin, no matter how many fights, and arguments you've been in. Then I started digging a little deeper. What if I took all this anger, playfulness, protectiveness, resentment towards other people, and the fact that I cared for her, and multiplied it by six. That's how drived Ginny was to protect and love her family, even that weasel Ron. I stopped and leaned on the wall for support. I wouldn't be able to do it. To care so deeply for so many people. My standards on life and others wouldn't meet that level. I continued to think, what if I could muster all that love, and patience for others close to me, but then one disappeared. Like Fred did to Ginny. I finally understood her need to hurt herself to receive the pain. My stomach churned and my gut twisted just thinking about it. What if I lost mione, what if I lost my mother, I couldn't bare the thought of the hole that would be ripped from my life. What if...what if I lost Ginny...my eyes stung from the thoughts and sudden emotions that overcame me. I sunk down to the ground. I couldn't, no one would dare be that cruel, after what I already had to endure...not even the demons that were from hell would be that unreasonable. 'Except for the one living in your house.' A voice nagged in my head. 'Except for a family member out for vengeance, torn to shreds from greed.' It urged a little louder. 'Except for your aunt who tortured you to waste time, that aunt that brutally abused her own sister for the feeling of power over others. The same person who hid behind corners of buildings and killed off children, just to see people panic. She shouldn't have a name, she should be worse than Voldemort, because Voldemort just wanted power, he wanted to defeat all others. She wanted to keep delivering. She wanted to continually out power herself, to beat that level of crudeness and prosperity. She wanted to devour her own soul to make room for more power. She could've defeated Voldemort if she wasn't too busy watching him, gazing at him with lust to be him. She could've won, and if she had, potter would be dead. So would hermione, and Weasley, and Ginny's family. So would he. He would be dead along side him mother and father and band of Slytherin swines. Now there's nothing for her to hungrily gaze at to be distracted. She could only find glee in torturing innocents. SHE WAS THE ONE THAT WOULD TAKE ALL TOU LOVE!' The voice finished its rant leaving me shaking on the corridor floor thinking about all those visions I'd seen when I slept, all those dreams I had when I was in a coma. All those threats that had been sent to me through post. I couldn't tell anyone or I would endanger them as well. "You want to know the real reason I stopped talking to Ginny?!" I muttered to the screaming voice in my mind. "I did it. Because." I spat through my teeth as I continued. "She was starting to cut again. I was scared Bella would see through my eyes at what was happening to her. I was was scared that Bella would find out bait her weak spots and her pressure points. I wanted to keep her safe. So u pretended I was no longer interested. But I knew she wasn't fooled! I knew it was convincing, but at least she was never close enough to Ginny to get any more information." My voice broke, as all the worrisome nights and tear streaked days finally caught up to me. I couldn't stop her. I needed help. That was the first time I had ever admitted that to myself, but now that I did the urge to talk to a professor overwhelmed me. I couldn't get up though. My legs were shaking too badly. Either from stress and worry, or fear that as I admitted what has been happening, I would start to choke on my words, like my body wouldn't let them come out and I would never be able to share the horrors I had seen at night. They would overtake me till I was driven mad, or...even worse. "I broke." I whispered out loud. She wanted to break me. It made sense now. She wanted me to come running asking for it to go away. And I'm sure she would cure me, but she would force an impossible task upon me. She would make me kill potter of a professor, or...or even my own mother, then she would continue pushing me. Making me do her bidding. And I would never be the same. My breathing hitched and I closed my eyes to keep it from rattling out of my nostrils. My hands mushed against the sandy stone floor, that was covered in a centimeter deep layer of grim from a eon of kids shoes stomping down the hallways. My eyes fluttered open and for the first time sense I first stopped I noticed a figure sitting in the shadows watching me.

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