Bored (Draco)

[Demetria Lestrange]

Demeter sat in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor, She knew this place like the back of her hand. After all she had grew up here from the age of 2 till she was 16. When she was 16 she had moved back into Black Manor. She was bored, Narcissa was hosting some party and particularly ordered Demeter to attend, she wasn't given much choice in the matter. Where Damian was she had no idea, he always seemed to get out of parties. Well he had the Dark Mark and so did Draco - she had to wait till she graduated. To her that sucked.

She sighed resting her head back so her head hung over the chair arm. To her the room was upside down. She hated been bored, things tended to blow up when she was bored. Sitting up again, her long dark hair flicked up behind her, she ruffled it with her fingers slightly. She hated neat hair, completely hated neat hair. Probably because her hair was so sleek and straight all the time no matter what she did.

She stood up from the chair, tucking her wand in her pocket, it wasn't often that she went anywhere without her wand. Her dark eyes looked over the photographs, Draco winding up her, her playing some kind of prank on Damian. She smiled lightly to herself. Life was so simple back then.

[Draco Malfoy]

There was something about the Malfoy manor that, despite the fact that he'd been tortured, hexed, and verbally beaten there (and typically not even by his parents), always brought a smirk to Draco's face. Maybe that was the way everyone felt about the house they grew up in. No matter how cold or terrible it seemed sometimes, it was still a home. Or, maybe he was just strange, but as soon as that thought came into his head, he pushed it aside. Malfoys weren't strange; they simply couldn't be.

Nonetheless, he was still smirking as he took a shortcut through his house, expertly dodging the room where his mum was hosting one of her infamous parties with the deatheaters. Yes, he was probably supposed to be there (he hadn't been able to get out of attending entirely), but who would notice if he stepped out for five, ten minutes... Or the entire party... Standing around while his mum fussed over him wasn't his idea of a good time, so he decided it would be much more productive to find where his cousins had gone off to.

He'd checked nearly every room on that side of the house when he finally pushed open the door to the drawing room. At first, he didn't see anyone there, and was about to retreat when his gaze landed on the familiar brown hair of his cousin Demi. His smirk broadened a bit as he stepped in and shut the door. "Finally. I thought I was going to have to return to that party... I'd go mad." he announced.

[Demetria Lestrange]

She turned round when she heard her cousin's voice, she smiled. Draco was one of few people that had seen Demi smile, and by that I mean a proper smile, not her trademark smirk or scowl. "I was wondering when you were going to show up." Demi found her Aunt Narcissa's parties rather boring. She had been to that many of them, and Narcissa seemed determined to pair Demi up with some son of one of the deatheaters, while her father would make comments over how her outfit was inappropriate. Last time he made her wear one of her brother's jackets because she was showing too much flesh. That was not her idea of fun at all.

"Join the club," She said when he said that he was going to go mad if he had to return to that party. "Noticed my brother managed to weasel his way out of going... as usual." She had to find out how he managed it. She sat down on the couch, knowing full well that no one would notice if Demi or Draco wasn't at the party. They had already shown their faces, even if it had only been for about 5 minutes.

"Your mum tried setting you up with anyone yet?" She asked as she lent back against the couch, malfoy manor was home to her, no matter what she saw here. She had seen some truely terrible things here but she still saw it as home. Some people might say that, that was strange and maybe insane... but it wouldn't be the first time someone had said that Demi was slightly mad.

[Draco Malfoy]

At her comment about her brother, Draco nodded once and grinned slightly. The boy did seem to have a way with his mum, usually insisting that he had 'important business to attend to', and Narcissa always seemed to buy it. He himself could get out of a fair few parties with the right timing (something he'd perfected by the age of nine), but this one just wasn't working for him. She'd insisted that he simply had to meet the Parkinson family, despite the fact that he'd known Pansy since what felt like birth.

He sank onto the seat of the couch next to her and leaned back, propping his feet up on a random coffee table in front of them and folding his arms behind his head. When she asked if he'd been set up with anyone yet, he allowed himself to laugh. He had been forced into quite a few dates, of course, but he knew that it was nothing compared to what Demi'd gone through. Maybe it was because he was a guy, he noted with a smirk.

"Yeah, that was the point of this one, I think. Needed to meet Pansy's family properly." he told her with an eye roll. After all, he'd met her parents on countless occasions before this, so why choose now to get formally introduced? They all knew eachother, and he liked to think he'd made a good impression... Unless they were going to spring an arranged marriage on him, but he decided not to think about that just yet. "Who's the lucky bloke this time?" he added, in reference to the latest boy she'd been set up with.

[Demetria Lestrange]

"You would have thought they would have given up trying to set me up with anyone." Demi didn't want an arranged marriage, she could find her own guy. He would still be a pureblood that was sure but Demi was more than capable than finding her own guy that she might deem lucky enough to be her husband. "Lets just say that the last guy they tried to set up with me will be lucky if he can have children in the future." She said with a cruel grin.

"Meet Pansy's family properly?" They had known each other for as long as what she could remember, what did Draco's parents expect? they couldn't get to know each other any better because they already knew each other as well as what was physically possible. She pushed her hair back slightly. Pansy was one of her very good friends, but in Demi's eyes she wasn't good enough for Draco. Though no one would be good enough for Draco, Demi was almost as protective of Draco as he was of her. They had been though so much over the years that Demi would always stand up for Draco no matter what... without fail. "Its impossible for you to know Pansy any better than what you do already." She said simply.

"I don't know... I didn't give him much of a chance." She said honestly, She had given the party the slip as soon as she could. "He doesn't deserve me anyway." She said with a smile. The last guy that Demi could have seen having some kind of relationship with, Draco had gone and threatened him. Said that he almost thought of hurting Demi then he would kill him. He had proved to be a jerk anyway so Demi had Draco to thank for sparing her been humiliated.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco shook his head and smirked at his cousin as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Of course she'd kicked him. In all honestly, he wasn't surprised about that fact in the slightest. To the untrained eye, when at parties with his parents, the two seemed to be polar opposites; Draco was the guy who could charm the parents of whoever he was meeting, whereas Demi typically got the short end of the stick, usually the result of her outfit choice for the day. Though, the girl could definately hold her own, and he just wondered when they'd give up on trying to force her together with people she didn't get along with. He'd witnessed some of the things she'd done to the guys who'd tried to charm her; needless to say, they always came out looking worse than they went in.

"I know." he assured her at her comment about Pansy's family. His parents and hers had been friends for the longest of times, and they'd spent many, many summers together, both before they'd gotten accepted into Hogwarts and in between their years there. Just what his parents were thinking, he wasn't sure, but he knew better than to argue about it. Well, too much, atleast. "They've gone mental. Probably figure I'm bound to propose any day now." he added, rolling his eyes.

But, he couldn't help but laugh at her last comment. "Could've told you that one." he told her, grinning and stretching his arms over his head, just stifling a yawn. Of course he didn't deserve her; from the looks of everyone at the party, he'd already decided that every single one of the guys was a prat, always hanging around with their mums. It was pathetic to the highest degree, though he was sure that even if someone had struck an interest from his cousin, Draco wouldn't think highly of him, either. It was the protective side of him, he guessed.

[Demetria Lestrange]

"Don't look at me like that." She said when he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. "He deserved it, he'll think twice before he tries it on with another girl I can tell you that." Demi was not 'easy' as that guy had liked to think. He was just lucky that she hadn't done anything worse to him, she could have blew part of him up then he defiantly wouldn't be able to have children.

She was charming, and she could have any guy that she wanted. But they guy would have to get though Draco and Damian first and that was the hard part. Demi usually got the short end of the stick with her father, mainly because of the outfit she choose. She always wore something that showed off her body and she was very curvy. So if her father thought she was showing too much flesh then that was it. She would get lectured on how he didn't want to see his only daughter dressed like that.

She rested her head against the back of the couch, closing her eyes slightly as she listened to him. Her hand snapped up quickly well he mentioned proposing. "You better not propose to her." She said looking at him. "Seriously, she's one of my closest friends but you can do better than her." Draco already knew this as Demi had told him a number of time already. She knew Draco wouldn't propose to Pansy any time soon, and is Demi got her way then not at all. But hey she still threatened that she would hurt him.

"Alright smart ass, don't rub it in." She said with a smile. "You've said a number of times that I'm too good for any of them."

[Draco Malfoy]

"I don't doubt it." Draco assured her as she explained herself, the smirk still on his face. Though, now that he thought about it, what if he really had deserved it? "What'd he do to you?" he added, a fierce look in his eyes. "Goes to Hogwarts, I'm guessing? I'm going to need a name." His protective side, shown only in regards to family, was shining through at this point. and though he returned his arms behind his head in a relaxed position, it was clear he was awaiting the response somewhat eagerly.

When she told him about Pansy for what seemed to be the millionth time (this week), however, he allowed himself to relax, and laugh once more. The idea of him and Pansy as husband and wife had flashed through his mind, and it was absurd. Yes, Pansy was a pureblood, and someone he liked to fool around with from time to time. But, there wasn't anything substantial there, and he knew it, though it seemed Demi didn't. "I have no need for a wife right now, you know. And when I do, I can't say she'll be my first choice, the way things are going." he assured her.

"And you've said a number of times that I'm too good for Pansy." he reminded her with a wink, glad to be able to relax and chat with his cousin, rather than stand around stiffly with people he didn't particularly like. "Guess we're just prone to repeating ourselves." he teased.

[Demetria Lestrange]

"You didn't hear the rumors?" That was surprise, it was around nearly all the school by the time it came to leaving for the summer holidays, that Evan Carrow had bedded Demeter Lestrange. As if, oh he had tried alright, but she isn't as weak as she looks. She grew up at the Malfoy Manor with two boys, it toughened her up. She sighed, well her brother didn't know (yet) and Draco would go on and on and on until he dragged it out of her. "Evan Carrow." Son of Amycus Carrow and a 7th year slytherin who usually kept out of Draco's and Demeter's way. "Tried to force himself on me, said I was 'easy'" She was not easy, she wouldn't just sleep with any guy, sure he was a slytherin and a pureblood but she still wouldn't touch him with a 10 foot barge pole.

Sure none of Demi's relationships lasted long, if you could really call them relationships - as soon as they said that she was 'his girlfriend' she would end it. She wasn't good with commitment, and settling down and getting married, that sounded like a life sentence to Demi. "I don't think I would cope if Pansy was in the family." Yes Pansy was a friend but that didn't mean that Demi wanted her in the family.

"Well no one is good enough for you" Well no one they had met so far. She smiled, "Your more like my brother than a cousin." that much was true. Well they had lived in the same home since Demi was 2 years old, they were bound to be close.

[Draco Malfoy]

"Had I heard the rumors, would he still be breathing?" Draco replied, arching and eyebrow and now only awaiting a name. He hadn't heard anything about someone coming onto his cousin, or he definately would have had a bit of a 'talk' with him, so the fact that he'd probably been purposely avoided when the rumor went around bothered him. The git would just have to be beaten twice as hard now.

At the name, his fist subconsciously clenched around his wand, and a slightly sadistic grin crept onto his face. Evan Carrow? As they were both male and 7th year Slytherins, they shared the same dorm, so he knew exactly where the boy would be, and how he could kill him without public witness. Not that he'd go as far as to kill the son of one of the death eaters... For now, atleast. "He's gone." he assured her simply.

"And she won't be." he added, shaking his head. He and Pansy? She'd drive him up the wall with the shrill voice of hers, and he'd probably end up killing her, just to end the annoyance. And he couldn't think of anyone who would blame him. But, he shrugged at her latter comment. "I know. And same about you."

It was true, of course; all of the pureblood Slytherins in their year were prats, in Draco's opinion, apart from... well, no, Crabbe and Goyle weren't any better. None of them would last a day with Demi; she'd end up wearing them thin, he decided with a small smirk. "And we are, aren't we? Siblings or something. I must be mental, spending this much time with you." he teased.

[Demetria Lestrange]

"He's still breathing... just. The git ran away before I could torture him." Spoil sport, she only wanted to teach him a lesson. Granted she had kicked him so he couldn't run fast anyway. "Besides if I had killed him then you wouldn't have had anything left of him to get back at." She said with a small smile, see she didn't want to have all the fun, she had learn't to share.

She couldn't help but feel somewhat more reassured when Draco said that Evan was as good as gone. She wouldn't admit it but she was glad that Draco and Damian was protective of her, yes she was capable of handling things herself but it was good to not having to battle alone.

"Hey!" She threw the cushion that she was leaning on at him. "I am not that bad... a little mad maybe." She grinned and stuck her tongue out at him. "We have to get back at Potter this year... I'm sick of hearing about him." Potter this, potter that.... urgh she just wanted to wipe that smug look of his face.

[Draco Malfoy]

"And then, I'd have been disappointed. You can't just murder the guy without letting me torture him first." Draco insisted with a hint of a smirk now, uncrossing his arms and reaching into his pocket. He began twirling his wand absently between his fingers, wondering just which hexes would do the most damage, and get him in the least amount of possible. He'd meant every word of it; the guy was as good as gone. After all, everyone knew that if you mess with Demi, you mess with him.

When she insisted she wasn't that bad, Draco laughed, and caught the pillow before flinging it back at her. "A little? My arse." he teased, preparing himself to be hit again, though hopefully still only with the pillow. "That's about the understatement of the century."

And then, suddenly, she had brought up the topic of Potter. All hints of joking disappeared, and he glanced at her, then looked up at the ceiling coldly. Saint Potter, everyone's favorite prat. "Yeah. Something good." he agreed, still squinting up at the ceiling. They would definately get back at him, just because he was there.. but the question was, how?

[Demetria Lestrange]

Demi smiled as Draco began to twirl his wand in his fingers, it was usually Demeter that was the one messing with her wand and hearing Narcissa telling her to put her wand away before she hurt someone. Well duh that was the point, of course she doubted that she would be able to hurt anyone she really cared about. If they turned a blood traitor however she would make an exception. There just weren't room for blood traitors in the family.

"Well your not so innocent yourself!" She said as she hit him with the pillow that he had threw back at her. Yes she was 17 and as cold hearted as they come but she could act little a little kid when she wanted to. Of course her innocent playing round didn't last long and she soon had her mind back on revenge. Her smile was no longer there and her usual emotionless expression was back. "After what he did last year, he deserves it." Using the Sectumsempra curse on Draco - her cousin. He was damn lucky that she didn't get her hands on him because Saint Potter definately wouldn't be alive now. He was only alive because Snape had got hold of Potter before she did. She had never trusted Snape, something about him. But that didn't matter because he was dead now anyway. Turned out he was working for Dumbledore anyway, the Dark Lord was not happy to hear about that - and several Death Eaters had been punished because of it.

"If Snape hadn't have got in the way then I would have killed Potter there and then." So if that had happened she wouldn't be in Hogwarts anymore but she would have got rid of Potter. She sighed, what they needed was a fool prove plan... no mistakes. "With Dumbledore around, its going to be tough to get him on his own."

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco laughed at her comment, before whacking her with the pillow once more, forcing his face to become expressionless, a look he'd mastered over the summer. "Me? I'm about as innocent as they come." Though, as soon as the last of the words left his mouth, a smirk found its way onto his face, and he burst out laughing again a few seconds later. Draco? Innocent? There was nothing about the boy that could be accurately described as innocent.

But then, she brought up their previous year, and the joking mood immediately vanished, the air around them seemingly becoming cold. He remembered the night vividly; one moment, he was sure that he finally had an edge over Saint Potter by using an Unforgivable curse, and the next, he was sprawled on his back, searing pain across his chest, and blood gushing from the newly-formed wounds. Absentmindedly, he trailed his long fingers over his abs through his shirt-- the scars were still painfully visible, dark brown against his pale skin. How Potter had learned that curse, how he'd even had the nerve to use it was beyond him, but something had to be done about it.

"Yeah." he muttered darkly, looking murderous, a look that was becoming more and more common for him with each passing day. Snape, the man he'd trusted, betraying them like that, actually working for Dumbledore. It was probably best that he'd died then and there, or else they'd have to torture and kill him; despite the fact that he was a traitor, Draco didn't think he could have watched the man he'd almost come to regard as a father figure be tortured before his eyes. "We just need to pick a day when Dumbledore is out. Force him to the Ministry or something... then we'll make our move." he told her.

[Demetria Lestrange]

"Us innocent?" Hearing her name and the word innocent in the same sentence was a very rare thing. Demeter was very far from been innocent, so was Draco. "Yea here is innocent." She said gesturing with one hand "and we are right over here in the opposite direction." She said using her other hand.

She looked at him, tilting her head slightly. "I'm sorry..." She said as she saw him tracing his fingers over where the scars were. "I shouldn't have brought it up." It just got her so mad - if it had been her or Draco that had performed that curse then they would have straight been kicked out of school. It wasn't often that Demeter Lestrange said she was sorry, or even admitted that she was wrong.

She looked at her cousin cautiously, She knew Draco better than anyone else. She was closer to him than what she was to her own twin brother. Mainly because Damian annoyed her a hell of a lot more than what Draco did.

[Draco Malfoy]

Demi apologized, and Draco was suddenly snapped out of his memory. Demeter Lestrange, actually saying she was sorry? It was a weird thing to witness, as she usually tried to blame everyone else rather than actually apologize. He noticed her gaze on his chest, and he immediately returned his hand to his side, resting lightly on the couch and trying to pretend it hadn't happened.

"Don't worry about it." he assured her. It wasn't the worst injury he'd sustained, and it wasn't even the most painful memory he had, so it wasn't a sin to bring it up. Though, granted, it was probably one of the more humiliating. Once word had gotten out, he could barely show his face in the commonroom for a few days for shame. Potter? Nearly killing a Malfoy? It was pathetic on his part.

But he pushed these thoughts, too, from his mind and tried to change subjects. "So, Demi. Last year and then we're free, eh?" he said simply, managing a smirk.

[Demetria Lestrange]

She saw the slight look of surprise on his face when she said 'sorry'. Or course she couldn't blame him, Demeter never said sorry to anyone, she would normally blame it on anyone else rather than having to say sorry. Even if it was proven that it had been her fault she still wouldn't apologize. "Don't get used to it." She said with a smile, "The first and last time I say sorry." she rested her head against the couch.

"One more year to go and we can get out of that school." More like a prison as Demeter saw it. 7 years at that school was more than enough and she couldn't wait to leave. When she finishes school she will finally get her own Dark Mark... Draco had the Dark Mark, Natalie had the Dark Mark, Damian had got the dark mark... there was only her that had to wait till she finished school. Even Roxanne Crouch had got the Dark Mark at the end of her 3rd year!

"One more year then I finally get my own Dark Mark." She said with a smile. "Was feeling very left out." Though she was as good as... if not better than any other Death Eater that did have the dark mark.