Abused Massacre

Chapter 12 : The Kamikaze

After conjuring the shopping spree lie to the boys, they decided that it really would be a good idea to pamper themselves. So the day after Christmas, the two giggly girls headed out the large doors of the entrance hall towards Hogsmead village. They started with mere window shopping, trying to save their precious gold for something that they really wanted. Finally stopping at a small shop in the furthest part of the small town, they entered snow covered and shivering. The little boutique was called Sinfully Wicked and smelled strongly of chocolate and cinnamon. There were many small candles floating in midair above the merchandise sending a soft glow around the room.
As soon as the two girls had entered the store, they’re eyes widened and big grins spread over their faces as if they were small children in a candy store. Though the shop looked tiny from the outside, the large walls were filled with racks and racks of trendy clothing. Squealing, they split up and rushed to different sides of the room. A petite witch in red robes came out from behind a curtain.
“Oh I thought I heard someone out here.” She said with a wide smile to match theirs. “My name is Lorraine. I am the shop owner.”
“You’re clothes is beautiful!” Ginny cried unable to conceal her excitement.
“Girls, girls, calm down! Come to back to the changing rooms with Auntie Lorraine and she will fix you up with something nice.” Reluctantly they let go of the items of clothing they were so firmly gripping in their greedy fingers. Walking to the back of the store she beamed at them. “Now, what would you like? I have all styles, and at great prices too. Between you and me, this is the best knock off store in town. But let us keep that between us, shall we?”
“There are knock offs in the wizarding world?” Hermione asked surprised.
“But of course! And much better than those muggle imitations. The only way that someone will know that these are not real is if you tell them.” She said gesturing to the racks.
“So then why are you telling us? You could have taken us for all that we’re worth.” Hermione said.
“You are students at Hogwarts, no? I was a student at Hogwarts myself once,” she said with a twinkle in her eye “and I know how it is hard to come across a galleon or two.” Smiling, she winked at them. “Now, come, come, let’s get you girls in something new and warm. The cold must be seeping through your clothes by now. You’re soaked!” Peering at them over her spectacles, her light brown eyes surveyed them carefully.
Two hours later, they came out of the store, their hands clutching their many parcels.
“We should have made the boys come anyways.” Ginny huffed as she lugged her heavy bags behind her. Looking at her red faced friend, Hermione paused to pull out her wand levitating their packages.
“I still can’t believe how much stuff we bought and at such a great price!” she exclaimed. Trudging into the empty castle, they split up and headed to their own common rooms.
“Are you going to come to the Gryffindor house later Hermione?” Ginny asked before they parted.
“Yeah, I have no where else to go. I supposed I could go to the library.”
“Oh foo. Stop being such a book worm.”
“Fine. I’ll be there in a little bit.” She replied. Holding her wand behind her as her bags followed suit, she left to take solace in her room. Unwrapping all her newly acquired belongings, she neatly put them in her dresser draws, observing each item with care as she did so. She noticed that she had bought quite a bit of black clothing.
“I really should start wearing more colors.” She said to herself. Crumpling the bags and tossing them in the waste basket, she went to immerse herself in hot jets of water. Retreating from the bathroom feeling much warmer, she pulled out an old pair of jeans with a rip at the knee and a formfitting black long sleeved shirt. Drying and straightening her hair, she threw on some make up, grabbed a black sweatshirt jacket and headed for the Gryffindor common room.
When she got there, Ginny was already excitedly chattering about their wonderful experience with Lorraine.
“Uh huh… yeah… that’s great Gin.” Ron said concentrating on his wizard’s chess game. Plopping down in her favorite old chair, she watched them as they played. Losing interest in the violent game she fell into a daze as she stared into the fire. She missed Draco terribly. Had he become that much a part of her?
“Woo hoo!” Yelled Ron with his arms in the air in celebration. Slipping out of her stupor, she looked around noticing that Ginny had fallen into the same sort of trance she had thinking of Madden, no doubt. Making eye contact they gave each other small sad smiles, each internally crumbling with misery.
“Its time for dinner.” Ginny said.
“Good. I’m starved.” Harry replied. Leaving their things on the table, they all got up and headed for the great hall. Sitting down at the large empty house table, Ron rubbed his palms together practically drooling in anticipation of the delicious food.
“Oh get a hold of your self Ron, really. You act as if you’ve never eaten before.” Hermione said becoming irritable in her gloom.
“What? I’m hungry.” He replied as food instantly popped up onto the table. Grabbing an entire entry for himself, he started stuffing food in his overly large mouth. There were very few people in the hall. Most had gone home for the holidays. Wishing she had gone home as well, Hermione picked at her food with the red headed girl eating in the same manner as she.
“What’s wrong with you two?” Harry said through mouthfuls. “Why aren’t you eating?”
“We ate in Hogsmead earlier and now we aren’t really that hungry.” She replied lying again. This was become an awful habit she thought to herself. Waiting for the two boys to finish, she surveyed the empty room some more, her eyes flicking to the empty Slytherin table more often than any other part of the room.
Patting their puffy bellies indicating that they were finished, the foursome headed back to their common room. Harry and Ron immediately initiated another game of chess while she and Ginny sat in a corner to feed off each other’s loneliness.
“It’s amazing isn’t it?” Ginny said.
“What is?”
“How slow time passes when you’re lonely.”
“No kidding.” She could hear pieces of stone smashing in the back ground. “Did he get you anything for Christmas?”
“Yeah, he got me a remembral. I’ve been wanting one since I saw Neville’s.”
“That was thoughtful of him.”
“Hermione…” Ginny said in a breathless voice.
“What?” She asked looking at Ginny who was looking past her and beaming. Turning her head she saw Ron and Harry with their wands out.
“What are you doing here? How did you know the password?” Harry jeered. Hermione gasped.
“I’m Head boy, I have all the passwords you git. And I’m here to get Granger. Dumbledore wants a word with us.” He said as his cold glare fell on her surprised face and softened.
“I thought you went home for the holidays, Malfoy.” Ron sneered at him. Hermione looked back at Ginny with a huge smile.
“I have my reasons for coming back, none of which are any of your business Weasel.” Turning on his heel he headed for the portrait hole. “Granger, he wants us immediately.” He called over his shoulder as he walked away.
“Oh! Um… I guess I’ll see you guys later then.” She said as she tried hard not to sound too pleased. Looking at Ginny, who gave her a small wink, she headed out the hole behind him. Exiting the common room she saw him turn the corner. Following him she walked briskly to catch up. Rounding the sharp turn, two hands snatched her around the waist. Pulling her towards him, he planted his lips on hers. He kissed her slowly and tenderly, savoring every aspect of her. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck accepting his embrace.
“Dumbledore doesn’t really want to see us.” He gasped as she kissed his neck.
“I know.” She said as she reached for his mouth once again. After an elongated verbal pause, she parted her lips from his and looked at his face. “How did you get here? You certainly couldn’t have taken the train. Is everything alright?” The string of questions spewing from her mouth.
“Lets go back to the common room.” He said as he looked down the deserted corridor. Taking her hand he led her back to their safe haven.
Sitting her down on the over stuffed sofa, he wreak havoc on her mouth once again. Fulfilling both of their pent up desires they stared into the warm fire feeling relieved to be together again. She gave him a questioning look.
“Alright, alright.” He said with a sigh. “I came here on the knight bus. Originally I had planned to come back because I couldn’t stand being with out you any longer.” He explained as he kissed her again. She smiled.
“Originally? Why did your plans change?”
“Well,” he paused replaying the sight of his mother in his head. “yesterday my mother and I received an owl.” Looking at her, he had never been able to confide in anyone before. She remained quiet waiting for him to continue. “My father was murdered by the Dark Lord.” He said looking straight into her honey colored eyes. She gasped as the look of horror crossed her face.
“Oh Draco!” She exclaimed as she threw her arms around him. “I’m so sorry.” She hugged him for a long while in silence. “How is your mother? How are you?” She asked pulling back to look at his face.
“My mother went to Sweden to my Aunt. She had been planning on going anyways, but when she received the message she knew that she had to go. I think it was to keep her sanity. My Aunt will take care of her while I am here.” He said.
“And you? How are you?” She pressed on in a caring voice.
“I never was particularly fond of my father, but will avenge his death. I do not fear the Dark Lord. This just strengthens my reasons for becoming an Auror.”
“An Auror?” She said in surprise as she stroked the back of his neck.
“After I witnessed my father murder an innocent wizarding family, I told myself that I would never to join the dark side. The day that he had come to me foolishly expecting me to join his comrades and their evil plots to take over, I swore to myself that I would smash them. And the best way is to become an Auror. After I defied my father and his master, he beat me until I lost consciousness. If it were not for my mother, he probably would have beaten me to death.”
“Your mother isn’t afraid of your father?”
“Through all his cruelty, he would never have laid a finger on her. He may have had a heart of stone, but every stone can be worn down. He did love her.”
“But isn’t your mother a follower as well? How can you become an Auror if she still has a watchful eye on you?”
“She gave up her murdering escapades when I was born. She answered her master’s calls less and less until he ceased to call her entirely. After this, I’m sure that she will feel as much hatred as I do.” He explained his face hard with loathing. “She does not wish for me to get my revenge.”
“Well I would think not. She’s already lost her husband. To lose her one link to him too? How could you think that she would want you to fight?”
“It is my duty, as a son. For the honor of the Malfoy family.”
“Is honor more important than you life?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes.” She gaped at him but looking into his eyes, she could see that he would not back down from his decision. Not wanting to upset him she did not argue on further. Closing his eyes, he laid down putting his head in her lap. Stroking his cheek, she watched as the fire sinisterly crackled shooting red flares up the invisible chimney. She took a deep breath and spoke.
“In the muggle world there were two major world wars.” She began. “During the second war there were brave soldiers who gave their lives for what they believed in. They knew without a doubt where their loyalties lay. On December 7th 1941 Japan attacked the United States from the air.” She said as she ran her fingers gently through his hair. “These Japanese soldiers were called Kamikaze pilots. They were sent by their commander to destroy this American military base. During this time however, Japan did not have enough resources to produce fuel for their planes.’
‘On the day of the attack hundreds of pilots boarded their planes knowing that they would not be coming back. It had been decided that each plane would be given just enough fuel to get to their destination and not enough to fly back. With this in their minds, the Kamikaze pilots raided the harbor with deadly bullets and bombs with every intention of sending the fleet of ships into oblivion, killing hundreds of people while also taking their own lives. Honoring their country, they fought bravely and with pride knowing that they were not alone. Even the bravest and most proud soldiers cannot fight alone.” She said sadly.
“How do you know all this? It isn’t even your country’s history.” He said opening his eyes.
“I went to muggle schools until I was eleven and you know that Americans are proud and arrogant. We were forced to learn their history along with ours.” She laughed looking down at him. Curving her back, she leaned down and kissed him softly on his lips. Moving her lips next to his ear she whispered “You will be like the Kamikaze pilots. You will not fight alone.”