The Ritual

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Everyone this is a fic that was orignally posted on Fanfic.net. An author wrote a one time shot, and me and my friends were completely upset by this because we were completely inlove with it, so I contacted the author and she said I could continue it, so here I am!! (Hopefully I did this right, I clicked alot of things, but that\'s all later in the fic!!)

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Chapter 5: Purgatory

Draco had entered a new realm of his self created hell…
He felt unfaithful to Hermione every time he laid with another girl at night. They each reminded him of her in some way, he knew consciously that he chose they that way, hopping that a temporary replacement would replace her permanently in the home she had so easily created in his heart, but they always came up lacking. This really was his hell, the one girl that he truly wanted he didn’t have and not only was he punishing himself for it, but it seemed that the world around him was punishing him as well.

Draco was learning a cruel lesson as the weeks turned on him, staring at him menacely. Each women that went to bed with him at night, looked like Hermione, but a disguise can’t fool the heart, no matter how much you want it to be so.

He looked towards books for the answer, he wanted a potion that would remove her completely from his thoughts, some of the potions temporarily blocked her out, he considered oblivating the whole mess from his live, for the human brain was a fascinating thing, it could easily make up seemingly logical excuses why some moment of his life was completely gone, but he knew that it would be worse if it was completely wrong. Even though his memories of her hurt, it was all he had left.

To Draco, Hermione was an angel’s temptation in this purgatory. Hermione could change Angel to a Devil’s path, or vice versa, and that is what she had done to him.

Pansy still called Draco daily, but now it was more because he wanted to rub it in, telling him that even if he wanted to he couldn’t have her now, even thought she still desperately wanted him, and Draco felt it very dry and boring, bring Pansy to tears brought little satisfaction anymore. It was a lot like torturing the first years; it becomes quite tedious after awhile.

Pansy’s story is one of simplicity, something that she had always wanted. She got it in the end, but not in the way she thought she would.

She wanted romance, she wanted the best, and that was Draco.

It’s really a very simple story of the boy next door, and unrequited love.

Draco was supposed to marry Pansy, strengthening the blood of the Parkinson’s. A perfect match to be made. Normally when pureblood’s get married, they marry someone who is close to the family, since the Zabini’s have yet to produce a female heir and neither have the Malfoy’s they were to turn to the Parkinson’s, not that Pansy would complain.

She had grown up beside the Malfoy manor, playing with Draco when he was a toddler and wanted him for practically as long. All the girls were jealous about it, and she rubbed it in at any turn. They really were perfect for each other, both vindictive and cruel; they would have been a match to fear.

Yet Draco had never had any interest in her, he always enjoyed the thrill of the fight, and Pansy never gave him any of that, he could take her whenever he wanted, he did, and he knew that he still could if he wanted. What was the point?

She got the boy next door in the end, Blaise Zabini, the boy on her other side, it was so very perfect, and he worshiped her the way that Draco never had.

Draco held his family ring aloof in his hand. This small thing had caused so much pain. He misguided attitude had caused this, and all that traced back to his lineage.

Very much like a modern day Romeo, kept from his love because of family ties, although Draco have never read the story could not make the comparison, but stripped down to the bare this was what it was, the secret wanted kept away because of a name. Although Shakespeare said it the best “A rose by another other name would seem as sweet”, in the Wizarding world, things are never that simple. A pureblood was not to marry beneath him, he had to keep his family alive, for there were so few of them left.

Narcissa Malfoy was more given then Lucius would have been. She let Malfoy stay in his room, taking his solitary moments spent in his room for planning to help the dark lord, then what it really was, a young boy completely crushed because he couldn’t have the one he wanted.

Lucius was out of Azkaban, Voldemort wouldn’t let him rot and die in there, not when he could die saying his own life.

All of this had made Draco more and more biter. Rubbing his forearm in thought, he heard that getting the dark mark hurt more then anything imaginable, and he didn’t look forward to getting it. This was supposed to show that he is willing to suffer anything to protect Voldemort, to do whatever he says no matter what, to effectively become a drone to be used. Something that Malfoy Jr. still never got, if they are supposed to be so much better then everyone else, if they are supposed to be second best to none, then why did were they expected to follow orders from a mad man, practically licking his boots.

Draco was trapped in his own mind, reliving each moment that has happened to him, wondering what he could have done to change the outcome; he was repenting for his mistakes.

This really was Dante’s inferno, his self created purgatory.