Memoirs of a Serpent's Son

Memoirs of a Serpent’s Son

--Age 14—part 3

I may have let my anger get away with me a bit. But you can’t honestly say that in my position you wouldn’t be just as mad…

I don’t know why I’m saying ‘you’… it’s not like anyone is going to read this.

Anyway. I saw Potter in Care of Magical Creatures today. Weasel isn’t hanging around with him anymore, which confused me at first, but now that I think of it, doesn’t bother me so much. I taunted him for a bit before I was (much to my horror) sent off with a Skrewt. I had to walk the damn thing. It was the most frightening experience of my life.

I didn’t know when it was going to explode at me and propel me several feet forwards. I ended up face-first in the ground a few times, dealing with the damn thing. Once the thing got close enough to sting me but I hit it with a hex and ran in the opposite direction.

It followed me for a few moments until I stunned it again and then brought it back to the crates. I was not going to touch that thing again. Not ever. I don’t care what the oaf says, those things are NOT safe, not for ANYONE.

I passed out some buttons I’d made a little later. It was a clever bit of magic, though it might have been a little bit hurtful. But I don’t care, I need some way to vent my anger at him. Without having to hit him square in the face.

The badges said “Support Cedric Diggory: the REAL Hogwarts Champion”…and then if you press on them, the message swirls away and is replaced by “Potter Stinks”. Ok, so I’m a little vindictive, hex me.

I didn’t realize they would take so quickly. Nearly the whole school was wearing them soon enough. I quite enjoyed that.

In Potions I got to show Potter my handiwork personally. He didn’t seem too happy. In fact, he nearly looked murderous. I was mildly pleased that I had finally got some kind of reaction from him, but it didn’t last long.

He tried to hex me, but I hexed him at the same time. The spells converged in midair and deflected to hit surrounding people instead. Potter’s spell hit Crabbe, or Goyle, or something. I wasn’t paying attention to that. Instead, I was watching what my spell was doing. It hit the mudblood and her teeth were growing down past her collar. My eyes glittered venomously.

Snape came out into the hall to find the source of the chaos. I pointed out that Potter had hexed one of my friends, and then Weasel pointed out Granger’s little problem. Snape said he couldn’t see a difference. I snorted silently and tried to stop myself from laughing.

She ran off crying and Potter and Weasley got punished.

The problem was that when Potter pushed past me to sit on his own in Potions, the look on his face hit me hard. I could see that this was wearing on him hard. His eyes were dark and his anger was only covering something like sadness… he was alone.

Ok… so maybe I did let my anger run away with me and perhaps I did go a little too far.

But he deserves it. He deserves it for doing that to me.

For running the risk of getting himself killed.

*****
The First Task

I’m shaking from everything that happened today. It was more exhilarating and more frightening than any Quidditch match I have ever seen.

The Champions faced their first task today and all three schools set themselves up in the stands around the arena. It was rocky and ominous but no one really knew what to expect.

The first sign of danger and surprise came when the ‘task’ was placed in the arena for the first Champion. The ‘task’ was to get past a DRAGON.

That’s right. Each one of the Champions had to somehow make their way past a great angry mother of a dragon to collect the little golden egg that was sitting amidst her own eggs. None too difficult, right?

No.

I watched as one by one, Diggory, Delacour and Krum came out to face their dragons and get the egg. Each of them managed, but some were closer calls than others. They would get slashed at or burned badly because their distractions weren’t working well enough. They would ultimately risk their neck just to pick up the damn golden egg.

Then there was only Potter waiting and the most disconcerting beast was placed in the arena to wait for him. It was a Hungarian Horntail.

Don’t get me wrong, I know a lot about dragons because I’d read up on them. They are the creatures I like most because of my name and all. My mother –when I was younger –used to read me tales of great dragons and just before she’d say goodnight she’d whisper “Sweet Dreams my little dragon”. It stuck with me. She’s never called me that again. She’d never even say it in the daylight.

But Dragons are my thing….along with Potions and Quidditch and taunting people…

But the point here is the HORNTAIL that Potter was about to face on his own. This has got to be one of the most dangerous dragons out there. It’s got weapons from BOTH ends and knows full-well how to use them.

Everything caught in my chest as Potter came out into the arena and called out something inaudible with his wand. Then he hid behind some rocks as the dragon blew a stream of fire at him. I don’t care how angry I was with him; he was still facing a bloody dragon with nothing but a wand.

Then I heard the faint zooming through the air.

Potter’s Firebolt was soaring through the air at him and he jumped on just in time to avoid getting torched.

It was fantastic. He was weaving in and out around the great dangerous beast, avoiding the fire and trying desperately to get it far enough away from the eggs so that he’d have enough time to dive in to get it and get out alive. Not even Krum had thought to fly and –secretly –I was kind of proud of Potter for doing it this way…

But not really. Mostly I was still angry with him.

Bloody idiot. Managed to get the egg faster than everyone else did but could have gotten himself turned into a roasted dish for a she-dragon in the process.

In the end he tied in first place with Krum.

I didn’t let myself clap for him, but I wanted to. If only for that one moment I wanted to encourage him.

Too many people around me. Too many eyes glaring down at him, hoping that he’d have gotten burnt to a crisp instead of come out in first place. Too much frustration inside to let myself have one moment of accepting.

Damn Potter. At least he didn’t get himself killed in the first five minutes.

That wouldn’t have been fun for anyone. Now at least I get to watch him squirm through the rest of the tournament and know that he won’t necessarily get himself killed in the process.

Good. I like to see him squirm.

*******

The Following in Invisible Ink

I should have known that this would happen. There was too much symbolic meaning to Potter “dueling the Dragon” for me to have gotten out of this without another one of those damn dreams. It just figures.

Alright, I’m just going to write this out quickly so that I don’t have to think about it anymore.

I was flying through the air without a broom. The air was blowing over my skin and I felt weightless and graceful. Then Potter was flying around me. He was on his Firebolt and weaving circles around me as I flew. I could see a coy little smirk on his face as he drew invisible circles in the air around me. I realized that I was a dragon –a horntail –and I whipped my tail around to catch him. It wasn’t a violent movement. He moved out of the way in time and laughed at me for a moment.

Then he whipped out his wand and cast a spell at me. I felt the wind fall from around me and the ground come closer. Suddenly I was standing in the middle of the wilderness, my back to a sheet of rock and looking around. I wasn’t bothered by being where I was. I wasn’t bothered by being alone. It felt comfortable and free. Like the air was clearer and my head was empty of all those frustrating thoughts that plague my days and nights.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to take it all in. Then there was weight against me and I opened my eyes again. Potter was standing there, holding me against the wall with the same coy smirk he had had in the air. His eyes were shining so brightly I thought I’d get lost in them but then he pressed flush against me and whispered something in my ear.

“You aren’t so dangerous for a dragon, Draco.” The words were so simple and so quiet but I gasped and he pressed his lips to my neck.

I brought my arms up around him and pulled him close, breathing in the smell of his hair, the way it felt against my skin, even though I couldn’t really feel it. He continued kissing my neck for a while and then finally looked up at me. His eyes were drawing me in. I found I couldn’t breathe as I looked at him and then he leaned his head in and brushed his lips against my mouth.

I tried to press into him too, to pull him close and not lose the feeling or the taste, but then I woke up. I swallowed hard and blinked, staring around the dark room for a while before I remembered that it had just been a dream and that I was still alone in bed… not a dragon, not with Potter.

Argh, but what bothers me more is that this isn’t RIGHT! I can’t dream of him like this! I can’t keep getting these urges and these feelings and these thoughts! I can’t keep letting myself think about things that can never happen! I have to start acting up and doing things with girls! I can’t keep up this charade forever, or people will start wondering!

I…. I can’t even think about Potter. I won’t let myself.

I have to stop having these dreams. I have to stop liking these dreams.

He isn’t like that. He’s a prat and he hates me.

He hates me.

I think I’ll start chanting it to myself.

He hates me. He hates me. He hates me. He shouldn’t hate me.

DAMN IT.

I don’t want him…

To hate me…

I can hate him.

******

They announced that there would be a Yule Ball this Christmas, in keeping with Triwizard tradition. I thought that was rather funny because Tournament tradition also said that there should only be THREE champions, but apparently we’re being choosy with what traditions we are following and which we are not.

In any case, it’s open to students fourth year and up (mostly because one of the Champions would otherwise be too young to attend) so we all need to find dates and get out our dress robes and prepare for what’s supposed to be the most “magical night of the year”.

Gag me.

The boys at this school are such nervous wrecks when it comes to girls. Honestly. You see groups of them walking around with eagle-eyes trying to spot a girl they like that might be on their own so that they can move in for the kill.

Potter is the worst of them, I think. The nervousness is written all over his face. It’s even in the way he walks. I think perhaps puberty really has hit him. Strange though, he still doesn’t get those damn red spots.

The prat.

It’s amusing to me that he seemed to be less apprehensive about his first task than he is to ask a girl to the ball. Yes, he’d rather face the dragon again.

YES I GET THE IRONY. NO NEED TO POINT IT OUT.

……..

I’m just a little testy.

Potter’s been (very obviously) stalking that stupid Chang girl from Ravenclaw. I know he’s planning to ask her to the ball, though I won’t pretend I can understand why. I don’t see it. She’s got nothing I’m interested in. Nothing he should be interested in either.

It frustrates me. I mean, I’ve already asked Pansy (practically the moment the ball was announced). She didn’t think too long about that. I hardly got the question out before she’d said yes. Honestly, I’m almost surprised she didn’t ask ME. Good thing she didn’t, mind you. I would not have allowed that. No way I’m going to let myself be asked to a ball by a girl.

But Potter…

Well it just bothers me that he knows nothing of this stupid Ravenclaw girl and yet can waste so much of his energy following her around. He could easily follow someone ELSE around who is more worth his time.

Easily. It wouldn’t be hard.

In any case, I don’t think that he’s going to get what he wants out of that. Pansy said something about Diggory having asked her already. Don’t know why anyone would spend their efforts on Diggory either, for that matter, but that’s a different conversation entirely.

I almost feel bad for him. He’s going to get his ickle heart broken by the blind Ravenclaw. Poor Potty…

Almost feel bad. Almost.

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A/N: Draco’s a little vindictive about Harry’s attention to Cho… things like this aren’t directly in the books, but fall well into the escalation of his madness… or obsession, whichever you prefer ^-^ And the dragon thing is not going to recur much, it was just suiting with these two chapters…. I’m not going to play too much of his name and all simply because it otherwise doesn’t have much impact on the events in the following chapters.

ALSO: To Eddie: About the D/s thing, it's not all written out yet, so I'm sad to say that it might not come in the way I wanted it to, but I planned more for Draco to be dominant (that's usually how I write him) but there are other secret and surprise "events" in the works, so it might apply to that too hahaha I hope I'm making SOME kind of sense X_X

AND to una: I'm glad you are enjoying it, I am indeed going to add in events that are otherwise not outlined in the actual books, though I'm taking it slow because of the ages. I want it to flow well and the events I'm putting in are designed to seem like they fit with the story (but were never talked about). The sixth book, is not actually going to play up a "romance" between Harry and Draco, but it does serve a very important purpose, the actual romance will likely come into play more clearly once I have more freedom and write past the sixth book. I hope, however, that you'll like the parts I add in and bear with me in the gradual evolution of Draco's feelings ^^

FINALLY: to WeasleyWench: they DO come together hehehe I promise, I'm not lying X_X lol the wanking (lol I love that word) is only temporary, he will have some action sooner or later, though it might not be what he wants *wink*

And to conclude: PLEASE REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! THANK YOUUUUSS!