to be not to be~ draco malfoy ~ year two

dark magic

"so can i call you tonight?"

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After parting ways with the girls, I decided to slip away to the Astronomy Tower. The recent events had left my mind cluttered, and I needed a moment of solitude. The view from the tower was breathtaking. The school grounds were bathed in soft light, the night sky glittered with stars, and a warm summer breeze played through my curls. I inhaled deeply, savoring the tranquility, and closed my eyes.

A faint vibration emanated from my necklace. Perhaps it was sensing the relaxation that had finally settled over me.

"It's Princess Violet in her little tower," came Pansy's sneering voice, shattering my peace. I groaned inwardly. Why did she always feel the need to torment me? I turned to find Pansy standing a few feet away, flanked by two of her friends, all with wands drawn. My heart sank. Three against one was far from ideal.

I reached for my wand, but Pansy was quicker. "Expelliarmus!" she shouted. My wand flew from my hand, leaving me defenseless. Pansy hummed a saccharine tune. "Now... don't scream, it will only hurt for a second," she said, her voice dripping with malice. The threat of expulsion didn't seem to faze her in the least.

"Hexos fretus pellarius," Pansy and her friends chanted in unison. A searing pain shot through my head, and I screamed. Why was she doing this to me? What had I ever done to her? I clutched my head, trying to block out the agony.

"Hexos fretus pellarius!" Their voices grew louder, more insistent. My knees buckled, and the necklace around my neck began to shake violently. I collapsed, writhing on the ground. The pain was excruciating, and I screamed until my voice was hoarse, but it felt like no sound escaped my lips.

Suddenly, the pain ceased, replaced by a fuzzy sensation that left my head swimming. Tears blurred my vision, and my eyes were puffy and red. My body felt weak, too weak to even lift myself off the cold floor. Pansy's cruel laughter echoed in my ears.

"That's for Malfoy. God, you're so incredibly weak," she sneered, before she and her friends sauntered away, still laughing. She had no idea who she had just provoked. Darkness crept in at the edges of my vision, and I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness.

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Gray... Eyes... Silver... eyes...

Gray eyes were the only thing I saw for a while. They looked like a sea of clouds on a rainy, yet bright day, dilating every so often. Whose eyes were these? They made me feel oddly... happy, comforted. I almost wanted to smile. What was happening? The last thing I remembered was Pansy casting a hex on me—that pig.

I needed to wake up. I opened my eyes to find myself in the infirmary, alone. A tingling sensation in my hand caught my attention. Raising it, I saw a black X engraved into my skin. She hexed me, alright. I still felt weak, but I could walk. I wasn't about to stay in the infirmary for who knows how long.

Who found me, anyway?

I sat up slowly, swung my legs over the side of the bed, and stood. It was still nighttime. I had to get revenge on Pansy. I wasn't going to let this one slide. I walked sluggishly to the restricted section of the library, rifling through the books, looking for the perfect spell. None of the spells we'd learned in class could satisfy the seething anger coursing through my veins.

A risky idea crossed my mind. I could use a Dark Arts spell. It was forbidden and I could get expelled, but I didn't care. Pansy needed to pay.

I wandered through the restricted section of the library, my eyes scanning the shelves until they landed on a book titled: