Chapter 2 : Bring the Flames
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No I don’t own Harry Potter.
A/N: Alright the second installment to the Condemned series. You don’t need to read the first one. I actually ignore it in this chapter.
Draco Malfoy stared at his reflection, admiring, what he thought, was a new level of perfection. His hair was gelled back elegantly, not one strand was out of place, he would constantly tell people, “I can’t have it obscuring my face because that would be a crime to people everywhere.” He smiled and surprised himself at how straight and radiant his teeth were.
He looked down to examine his robes, making sure that there weren’t any wrinkles or unnecessary creases in the fabric. Finding nothing wrong he looked back at his reflection and smoothed his robes again, just to be sure.
“Malfoy!” Blaise Zabini screamed from their dormitory, “Stop staring at yourself and get out of there!”
“Keep your knickers on Zabini! I’ll be out in a minute!”
“Pride is a sin Malfoy! Did you know that?”
Draco snorted, what did he know anyway? Zabini couldn’t compete with him. No one could compete with him. He turned slowly from the mirror, regretting having to leave from the spectacular sight. He turned suddenly from the door to the dormitory and ran to the mirror again. He put two fingers to his lips and pressed them against his reflection, “I’ll be back after classes.” He turned away again and walked briskly from the mirror before he could turn back again.
“It’s about time Malfoy! Did you remember to kiss yourself goodbye?” Zabini sneered from his bed.
“Shut up Zabini,” he said grimacing at him. Draco, of course, knew how good this facial expression looked on him. Some nights, when he was done with homework, he would stare at himself and make faces. ‘Each grimace and smirk would look better than the last,’ Draco remembered fondly.
“Very good comeback Malfoy,” Zabini said sarcastically, “That’ll teach me for messing with the Slytherin Prince.” Draco scowled at him and walked out of the dormitory. Why should he waste his precious time with someone uglier than him? He walked out of the common room dodging Pansy’s attempts to talk to him, and walked to his first class.
In potions he just sat and thought about how wonderful he was. He didn’t even need to pay attention to Snape. He already knew everything that this rundown school was teaching. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn’t hear Professor Snape when he split them into groups. Draco raised his eyebrows when Hermione Granger slid into the seat next to him.
“What in the name of Merlin do you think you’re doing?” he asked surprised.
“Professor Snape just split us into pairs Malfoy. Weren’t you listening?” she was surprised to say the least. When did Malfoy not pay attention in class? Sure he didn’t show it like she did, but he still paid attention.
“No, I wasn’t,” he said before ignoring her and beginning on the potion. Granger furrowed her brow but began working as well.
The rest of the class was spent silently. Draco didn’t mutter one insult to the bushy haired girl next to him. She watched him from time to time and wondered why he wasn’t. Finally the silence between them got to her and she burst out, “What’s wrong with you Malfoy?”
“Wrong with me? Nothing could possibly be wrong with me,” he said, thinking instantly of how perfect and wonderful he is.
“This whole class you haven’t insulted me! Something’s wrong with you. What is there a bet or something? Do you have to seduce me? Well, let me tell you right now it’s not going to work.”
“Calm down Granger. I would never take a bet to seduce you. That’s disgusting. You’re not good looking enough for me.” Before she could reply Snape told them all to bottle their potions and they were dismissed.
“Malfoy!” Hermione shouted running after him.
“What?” he snapped irritated. Potions was his only class for the day. The mirror was calling his name.
“We have a prefects meeting. Let’s go.” He grumbled in response but walked with her anyway. He slumped into a seat and ignored the meeting completely. The whole time he just stared at his reflection in a mirror behind the head boy and girl. Someone pushing him roughly from his seat suddenly distracted him.
“What the hell?” he shouted standing up.
“You’ve been staring at yourself the whole bloody meeting Malfoy,” Hermione snapped angrily.
“Why do you care mudblood and why are you watching me? If you’re trying to get me into bed, well I wouldn’t touch a bookworm like you, so stop.”
“That is wrong on so many levels,” she said grimacing, “and I don’t care. I just want to figure you out. I thought I did, too, but then you changed.”
“I didn’t change.”
“Yes you did. You used to worship the ground your father walked on, you had a snide remark for everything, and you would insult me every chance you got. You’re quiet during class now. You don’t give the teachers a hard time anymore. I can’t even remember the last time you insulted me was.”
“Well, well know-it-all. You’re actually trying to know it all. You won’t be able to figure me out though. No one can figure perfection out.”
Hermione scowled at him, “You’ll burn Malfoy. For this desire to stare at yourself, you’ll burn.
This insane need to be the best has taken over you. Look at yourself. Oh that’s right, you do. Stop idolizing yourself. One day, you may not like what the mirror shows you. Then, then Malfoy, what will you do?”
“I am burning mudblood. Why do you think I always look this good? If looking this good is a crime, well then bring on the flames.” Hermione huffed at his response and stormed off cursing him under her breath.
‘Stupid girl.’ He thought turning to look at himself in the mirror again. ‘Hello gorgeous.’ He stared lovingly at himself. His eyes widened. The person he was looking at wasn’t him. The person he was staring at had murky brown eyes, greasy black hair, and hideous blemishes on his face.
“No. Sweet Merlin, no!” he shouted, “What’s going on? This can’t be happening. Not to me. It can’t.” He ran away from that mirror. He figured that Granger must have charmed it while she was muttering. He ran past Blaise who was sitting on his bed again and ignored him calling, “Late for your date Malfoy?”
He darted in front of the mirror and screamed in agony at the sight. He knew know, she didn’t curse the mirror she cursed him. He ran again from the bathroom and through the halls trying to find her.
“Granger!” he shouted when he saw her bushy head walking toward the library. “What the hell did you do to me?”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything!” she said resentfully.
“Don’t lie to me!” he shouted grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the Slytherin Common Room.
“Malfoy!” she shrieked, “What’s got your knickers in a twist? Let me go!” He tossed her into the common room and stuffed a hand held mirror into her face.
“Do you look normal in the mirror?” he growled, “Yes! Now what did you do to me? I look in the mirror and I look different. Take whatever curse off that you put on me!”
She laughed, “Didn’t take you long to figure out something was wrong did it? Recedo.” He looked in the mirror and sighed in content. He was back. His stunning gray eyes, his white blond hair, his perfect complexion, it was all back.
Hermione snatched the mirror from him, “Maybe you should stop staring at yourself Malfoy. You’d think you would learn a lesson.” Malfoy lunged for the mirror but she tossed it into the fire before he could get it.
“No!” he screamed diving after it. Hermione watched in horror as he burned himself. His robes caught fire quickly and she shrieked as Draco rolled on the floor shouting in pain. ‘Oh Merlin,’ she thought, ‘I don’t have my wand.’ She ran from the room screaming for someone to come help.
Professor Dumbledore held a memorial service in his honor the day after he died. Hermione listened to Dumbledore’s speech and couldn’t help but cry. ‘This is all my fault,’ she thought wretchedly, ‘If I hadn’t put that spell on him or through the mirror into the fire.’ Harry and Ron put an arm around her. She had told them everything that happened. They didn’t think it was her fault how was she supposed to know he was going to dive after the stupid mirror.
“Bring on the flames,” she muttered remembering what Draco had said to her when she said he would burn.
“What was that Mione?” Harry asked.
“Bring on the flames,” she chuckled quietly, “I told you Malfoy. I said that you would burn.”
A/N: You know the drill people. Please read and review. You know you want to. :]
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