You Make Me Complete. You Make Me Completely Miserable.

roses are not always red

Every bone in his body ached. Draco lay in his bed starring at the woodwork on the head board. He imagined the tiny snakes slithering out and taking his pain away, Yet there he lay in pain. This happened once the moon began to reveal its self, Ever since he could not himself for fill the deed.
Not a single member of the staff new what danger they were really in. Not a single student new about Draco's predicament. Honestly draco didn't fully understand what he was going threw, but as the moon reached its entirety the pain grew. The violent urges pushed to break free. And on the cold nights were the moon shown brightest, and the pain felt strongest. He blacked out. Only to awake in the middle of no where. Surrounded by nothing and no one. All except, the trees and forest life.
That day was creeping up on him picking up speed.
October 28th read the calendar on the nightstand. He had all but three days till the blackout. Or at least that is what he had predicted. The morning air brushed his face. The danger was some what over. He crawled miserably out onto the floor. Head pounding. His hair looked raggedy and unwashed. He flung his robes over his pajamas, he no longer cared about his slick tidy look. All he cared about was getting rid of this pain. And...maybe....
draco wrapped on a stray scarf from the floor. Slipping on a misplaced book causing him to  Collapse to the ground, He sighed. Today looked as if it was going to be a great day.

The early cafeteria carried on as it had for the past five years. The same morning gossip buzzing around spreading like wild fire. The same bland food.
Draco slumped down in a random seat, Not wanting to talk to anyone. Although by some sort of strange force he found himself seated across from Hermione granger. Although not exactly acsrossed. She of coarse sat at the gryfindoor table. Her nose stuck deep inside a book. Not paying attention to her surroundings, Which as you may have guessed were Ron and harry.
Filthy mudblood. Said his mind. But beautiful, smart girl said his heart.
Draco lost himself in her beauty.
He was found again at the sound of a loud crack.
Pyra had accidentally sent a floating pumpkin to its  firery death. She stood about three seats down trying to put out the table. She quickly pulled her wand out from her knee high boots ready to cast when proffeser McGonagall came to the rescue. In a swift flick of her wand the proffeser put out the rising flames. She turned toward the mischievous pyra who stood hands in pockets starring at the floor. Batting her eyelashes. As the proffeser pulled her away she starred at draco, smirking.
" good going there sparky." He said as she passed. His comment was soon met with a slap in the back of the head, from the proffeser.
Once the excitement was over draco managed to once again daydream. He thought of what could possible be wrong with him. How he could be cursed or, bewitched, maybe possessed. He stabbed at his eggs and toast. Silver fork inpailing the yok. He had such a hunger. Yet the pain was to strong for him to eat. Thoughts of getting up and stabbing Ron with his fork flashed threw his mind. He diregarded it as just another violent thought, Induced by the pain.
A vase of white rose's sat before him. So pure and elegant, they looked brilliant.
He looked up to see Hermione granger watching him. As if starring at an injured animal. Her doe eyes met his silver ones. Draco smiled. She smirked and looked away, at Ron, cheeks flushed. She looked back and forth as if comparing the two. She then shook her head and began going about in harry and Ron's conversation.
Draco looked back to the flowers.
The chimes sounded for release. Hermione got up entrenched in her conversation, forgot her book, Laying there solemnly on the table.
Draco was In no hurry to leave and was the very last person. There was still a 10 minutes till first period divination. He was left alone, with only his thoughts. He smiled.
Yanking a white rose out of its vase he grabbed the book and raced down the hallway towards divination. If luck was kind the door would be unlocked and the proffeser would be gone.
Luck was indeed kind. Draco held firm to the book as he entered the room to proceed with his plan. He read the title once more. Laverne De Montmorency. A book of love potions. He couldn't help but smile. It was charming to see that she was only human as well. The door knob creaked. Thinking on his feet malfoy climbed into a near by closet. Proffeser Trewlnary stalked into the room. Twitching, and paranoid as always. She sat quietly at her desk. Surprisingly followed by professed McGonagall and head master Dumbledoor.
" Trewlnary we are only here to ask you a favor not our fortunes read. " McGonagall said pulling her hand away from Trewlanry's.
" well don't say I didn't warn you, about your mother falling from a great height." Trewlnary spoke waving her finger.
" you must understand. This is no time for fooling around. These attacks are extremely serious. We believe one of the victims might have even been bitten." Said Dumbledoor calmly.
" you don't belive its a."
" werewolf and yes we indeed think so." Inturupted McGonagall.
" we simply ask you be on the look out for any strange feelings around students. It is suspected one of them is the culprit"
The first period chime rang out.
" we may no longer speak here." Said dumbledoor hurrying away.
The classroom was now flooded with students. Draco snuck back out of the closest not being able to believe what he had just overheard. Scared He wanted something to distract him, so he began to watch Granger. Who stood looking at her desk looking bewildered.
In her hand a single white rose.