Thicker than Blood (Draco Malfoy love story)

Chapter three: Memories

Phoenix's P.O.V

I walk around the passed out kids with a goofy smile on my face. I was hoping they had mermaids. I was friends with a family of them back home. Before everything happened...

I feel my smile slip and tears threaten as I think about that night. I cut it off before I could break down. Not right now!

To distract myself, I think about Drine and Calliope. Drine is smart, cute, funny, kind... why can't I have a crush on him? Instead of the asshole I keep seeing everywhere?

There is no denying his hotness, or the fact that his smile knocks the breath out of me, but he is a jerk and I shouldn't be attracted to him! Why do I feel this weird attraction to him, like I'll die if I never hear his voice again?

I look up and realize I made it to the girls room. I sit down on my bunk and look at the last present my grandmom ever gave me.

A necklace with a crystal on it. It changes color according to my mood. Not like those cheap ones you find in muggle stores, this one is always accurate. And right now it is black with a few streaks of purple. Very sad and confused.

"If you ever lose sight of your own desires, you need but look into this crystal and it will tell you all you need to know." Those were her last words to me. That was three days before I found my parents dead in our living room, laying in a puddle of blood with silver stakes in their hearts.

I take a shaky breath and look into the crystal, knowing what I would see. It hasn't changed since that day. The faces of my parents murders, blurry and smeared, never clear enough to make a positive identification.

I look, bracing myself for the frustration that always bubbles up when I realize I can't see who they are.

"What the hell...?" I mutter in horror, knowing I just got massively screwed.

The smirking face of the blond boy shows up first, then the face of a black-haired man. He looks vaguely familiar, I think he's a professor.

I concentrate, trying to remember. What would they have in common? Well, they don't look alike, other than the smirk, but most Slytherins have that... Wait, that's it! He's a Slytherin! Professor... Snape!

I watch my necklace turn bright gold, with streaks of silver. Happy and relieved.

Then I frown, watching a purple-black streak run through it. What does the professor have to do with it. No doubt, he's the one who is supposed to help me, but I don't even know what the question is!

I watch it turn black again. I get up and walk towards the door, thinking maybe they have a few bottles of booze left. I decide to question the professor tomorrow, see if he knew my parents.

I get to the common room and tiptoe over the passed out kids, again. After a little walking around, I spot an unopened bottle of champagne in a corner.

I walk over to it and read the label. 1842... Nice. Really nice, and expensive. I almost feel guilty drinking it. It should be used in celebration, not just to numb pain.

I debate for a minute, then spot another unopened bottle, this one just regular bourbon.

I grab it too, deciding to save the champagne for another time.

"Planning on getting wasted alone? What's the matter, love? Too good to get drunk with your new house mates?" A voice slurs drunkenly behind me. I feel a little spark of disappointment that it's not the blond boy.

How do I even know that? I push the question aside and face the drunken speaker.

The dark-haired boy looks at me with bloodshot eyes. Bright blue ones. I freeze, taking in his face. He looks...just like my dad. I feel tears starting to threaten again.

I turn around and run up the stairs. Once I get safely to my bed, I pop the cap off of the bourbon and turn it up, not taking a breath until I chugged half the bottle.

I feel the dizziness start to set in, the numbness overpowering the pain. Not good enough. I turn up the bottle again, drinking all of it.

My last coherent thought: I'm going to have a helluva hangover tomorrow. And I don't care.