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"You're dead, Potter."

"Funny, you would think I'd stop walking around..."

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When I got to the Great Hall, I wished I had stayed in bed today instead of getting out. Fireworks were exploding at regular intervals but apparently there had been a silencing charm placed on them so it wouldn't annoy the students and teachers. Streamers were falling down and showing scenes from the battle of last year including the fighting furniture, and the feast was even better than at Halloween. I ignored all the excitement and instead sat down across from Pansy. Blaise and Goyle weren't anywhere to be seen so I knew they were lucky enough not to have shown up. But that means they're probably still in their beds mourning.

"Apparently they want the Slytherin versus Gryffindor match to always be last from now on instead of first because of the whole Harry Potter (Gryffindor) against Voldemort (Slytherin) its rubbish isn't it?" Pansy asked looking as though she just wanted any attention she could get from me. I nodded but didn't say anything more until I saw some cold crab cakes on the table. Smirking to myself I grabbed one.

None of the other tables seemed to have any and the crab cakes on our table were right in front of my plate. Perhaps someone told a house elf about today... but who would have known about crab cakes? Goyle is too stupid to know where the kitchen is and Blaise never really hung around us during Christmas. Ignoring all these stupid thoughts that flashed through my brain I just took a bite and smiled a real genuine smile.

That's when I used a napkin to spit it back out, I hate crab cakes. That's when someone's laughter rang a little too loudly, glancing up I saw Harry Potter staring at me with the biggest smile on his face as he covered his mouth with his hand. Great, of course he would see me at such a moment. I blushed lightly though knowing full well that it probably look humorous, especially to someone with such crude taste in humor, like Potter. Blaise and Goyle opened the doors to the Great Hall and almost immediately turned around and left. I couldn't blame them but I couldn't leave without at least showing them that I don't like this either.

Grabbing a couple crab cakes I walked swiftly out of the hall. Tonight they are supposed to list all the names of the people who died last year, first saying all the heroes and then the villains. I've been told that Crabbe's name will not be mentioned. I had merely nodded at this and then went on my way, unable to care about it as much as they obviously do. Those people who died... it doesn't matter to me at all if no one is willing to admit that Crabbe died too. Sure he was being a moron and of course I tried to stop him but eve so... he should be mention, even if no one but the ones who knew him mourn Crabbe's death. McGonagall should at least have the heart to mention his name, at least in passing.

"Blaise, Goyle," I called lazily as the doors shut behind me. The two turned around from farther up the hall and looked at me curiously, as though not knowing why I would come out to see them. I tossed Blaise and Goyle their crab cakes and held the last one in my hand. "Crab cake for Crabbe." I said blankly and held mine up, trying to ignore the pain in my chest. They held theirs up and together we all took a bite and ate it in silence. Goyle was crying again as Blaise just trembled, but they were both wolfing the cake down. I took two more bites before shoving the rest of the disgusting pastry down my throat.

"Thank you, Malfoy." Blaise said softly with a nod, still looking sickeningly pale.

"Yeah, Draco." Goyle responded intelligently before he turned around and hurried toward the dungeons. His eyes were blotchy and a bit swollen from the tears; I wouldn't leave the common room either. Blaise just stood there in silence before walking up to me.

"I was given a letter today from someone, it just told me to make today different in a way that would commemorate Crabbe. Goyle was the one who told me about the crab cake, so I went to the kitchens to make sure you had some near you. Someone else in this castle misses Crabbe too." He said softly as he eyed the corridor with wary eyes. I just glared at him.

"So you took the advice of a stranger? We are not supposed to be pitied, Blaise. We are purebloods and rich as well, even with the shame to our names we should not have to stoop so low." I growled but he just frowned at me with a pitying expression.

"Draco... we've fallen. All of us are just shadows of what we used to be, our names mean nothing anymore except dirt. We're so low that it's almost a blessing that someone would stoop this low to help US. Stop acting like it's before the war, Draco. Time is still moving, even though Crabbe and Professor Snape are dead. Just deal with it." Blaise retorted angrily and shoved past me. My eyes widened before I turned around and ran down to Severus' old supply closet.

I'm going to make a Euphoria Potion, one that makes sure that I am happy today, and that nothing an bring me down. Taking a deep breath I gathered the ingredients from the potions book he had left behind in the closet. It should only take me two hours and since there are no classes due to this being a holiday... no one should disturb me.

Ice spread through me from my finger tips on the ingredients page to my head that was filling to the brim with cold air.

I have to be okay...
Yet another one... I am ten parts ahead of you guys lol. It's just difficult retyping this thing three times in order to post it on here.

Chapter 1- [link]

Chapter 2- [link]

Chapter 3- [link]

Chapter 4- [link]

Chapter 5- [link]

Chapter 6- [link]

Chapter 7- [link]
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fayann's avatar
i feel so bad for draco. this is a drarry right? i found this while searching for drarry but i haven't seen any evidence of it in your story. i still love the story though. :D